Pingbo Daoren smiled: "Little Daoyou, you don't sleep at night, what are you doing here?" Han Yiming came all the way, just staring ahead, not taking care of the behind, who knew that Pingbo Daoren didn't know when he followed behind, it was really careless. Just as he was about to recite the sword technique silently, he suddenly tightened his feet, looked down, and saw that something had grown on the ground, dark and black, and it was very conspicuous on top of the white clothes and white socks. The thing was wrapped around his feet, Han Yiming knew that he was determined to win it, he must have cast some spell before him, and he was trying to break free, when suddenly there was pain in his feet, and the thing on his feet was strangled into his skin hard, and the harder he struggled, the deeper he strangled it. His feet were strangled so badly that his blood was already blocked, and he was numb and swollen.

Pingbo Daoren's right hand formed a claw shape in front of his chest, and he shook it out of thin air, Han Yiming only felt that his heart was numb, but his mind was also extremely fast, and the two fingers of his right hand pointed at Pingbo Daoren, and Mingyuan's sword came out of its sheath. At this moment, the Hiraba Daoren's peach sword also bounced out, stopping in front of the Narubuchi sword. Pingbo Daoren smiled and said: "Little Daoist, let's talk well!" Han Yiming wanted to say: "We have nothing to say!" But he remembered the instructions of the second master, and couldn't give him a mouthful, so his face was full of purple swelling, he gritted his teeth and said nothing. Pingbo Daoren smiled and said, "Little Daoist, I just want to ask you, where did that golden light come from?" Han Yiming shook his head when he saw that his eyes were flashing, obviously very eager. Pingbo Daoren straightened his face and said, "I can turn you into flying smoke when I raise my hand, you better be honest!"

Han Yiming shook his head through his breath and said, "I don't know what it is." Pingbo Daoren said coldly: "Since that's the case, then I can't stop you!" He approached, and Han Yiming saw his hideous face, but he couldn't break free from the shackles on his feet. The people of Pingbo Dao had long been determined to win him, and when he raised his hand, suddenly a figure jumped up from behind Han Yiming and stood beside him.

Han Yiming turned his head to look, but it was the person who followed before. He was small and thin, and his head and face were wrapped in his clothes. Only one pair of eyes were exposed, one black hand grasping the shirt under the eyes, and the other hand holding a long strip of things. At this time, he got closer, and it was clear that it was the long centipede that crawled over him.

Pingbo Daoren was stunned for a moment: "It has nothing to do with you, go away quickly." The man said nothing, but put the long centipede on his shoulder, and the swarthy hand went back into his garment, and took out a small gourd. The gourd was also dark in color, the man threw the little gourd to the ground, and a thick fog filled out, and a strange smell came to his nose, he couldn't tell whether it smelled good or bad, Han Yiming only felt very uneasy in his heart.

Pingbodao's face changed: "Are you trying to go against me? Use a gourd to scare me? I'm not afraid." The man didn't speak, but stretched out his swarthy hand and stirred it in the black mist a few times, and in the blink of an eye, the black mist became thicker and smaller as his hand turned, and after a while, it had condensed into a pitch black point at his fingertips. The man pointed his finger at the Pingbodao man. A little black mist condensed on his fingertips, and that bit of black mist moved in his fingertips, all of which writhed in the direction of the Pingbo Dao people. As soon as he let go, that bit of black mist would pounce on the people of Pingbodao. Pingbo Daoren took a few steps back, shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't make such a joke!"

The man didn't say a word, just pointed his finger at Han Yiming. Pingbo Daoren looked stupid, hesitated for a moment, and finally pointed his hand at Han Yiming's feet. Han Yiming only felt that his feet were loose, his blood was smooth, and even his breathing was much smoother, and he almost couldn't stand and sat down. Although the people of Pingbo Dao were unwilling, they could only glance at Han Yiming with hatred and turned to leave.

Han Yiming stood in place for a moment, and said to the man, "Thank you for saving me!" The man shook his head, bent down, and touched the small gourd on the ground. He grabbed his clothes with one hand, and held the gourd with his thumb and ring finger with the other, and with a flick of his index finger and middle finger at the mouth of the gourd, the black mist fell into the mouth of the gourd, and he said, "You cover it tightly for me." ”

As soon as he spoke, Han Yiming was taken aback, it was a woman's voice. The man glanced at him, saw that he didn't move, and said, "You stuff the gourd tightly for me!" Han Yiming reacted at this time, "oh", bent down and looked on the ground for a while, this person was a little irritable, and said, "Okay, I'll come by myself." You hold it for me!" shoved the gourd into his hand.

The gourd was only half the size of a palm, and Han Yiming held it in his hand, but he felt very heavy, and he almost couldn't hold it. The man stooped down and looked at the ground for a moment, picked up the stopper of the gourd, plugged the gourd, took the gourd, and stuffed it into his bosom. Bent down again and searched on the ground, Han Yiming didn't know what she was looking for, and suddenly saw a little light flash on the dark ground.

Before the man could reach the light, the light was gone. She crouched on the ground again and searched. Han Yiming saw a little light flashing in front of him, and there was also a little light under his feet that began to glow faintly. Bent down, hold it with his hand, and say, "Here." He grabbed a handful of grass in his hand, and the man came up, and he raised his hand, and his hands were full of blades of grass. Han Yiming was about to throw away the blades of grass in his hand, and the man said, "Slow." She looked at him carefully for a long time, and said, "Hey, is it really here?" Stretched out his hand and picked one out of Han Yiming's full hand of blades of grass and put it into his arms.

She loosened the garment that covered her head and neck, and showed her face, which was very beautiful, and her eyes were dark and bright, even under the moonlight, and she saw that her eyes were shining, and her face was slightly childish, and she looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was a young girl at all. The skin on her face glowed faintly in the moonlight, not as dark as her hands.

She glanced at Han Yiming twice, her expression showed no intention of dodging, and suddenly said, "How about you help me find something?" Han Yiming saw that she was still young, and she didn't shy away from it, and said, "Okay, what are you looking for?" The girl said, "You come with me." Then he stood up, wrapped his clothes and turned them back, holding the centipede in his left hand, and grabbed the clothes under his eyes with his right hand, turned his head and said, "You must also cover your face with your clothes." Han Yiming said in surprise: "Why?" The girl said: "You wrap it first, and I'll tell you later." ”

Han Yiming covered his face with his sleeves, and the girl looked down at the ground for a while, Han Yiming didn't know what she was looking at. But when I looked closely, I saw a thin silver-white mark on the ground, and when I looked back, I saw that this mark also came from nowhere, and it dragged itself backwards and stretched forward for a long time.

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