Chapter 9 The Immortal Handwriting
"Oh no, let's get out of here. ”
Lin Kun suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed deeply, and he said loudly to Fang Mo.
After speaking, Lin Kun had already stood up and stared at Fang Mo, who was still sitting on the ground against the old tree.
Fang Mo immediately frowned, not understanding in his heart, isn't this person very calm, how could this be more anxious than himself, as if the sky is falling.
"What's going on?" frowned, and stood up with difficulty holding on to the tree, coughing twice, "Did you find anything?"
Lin Kun's face was solemn, seeing the young man whose injuries were not yet healed, although he couldn't bear it in his heart, but the danger he perceived would not be wrong, if he didn't leave at this time, it would be difficult to leave again.
In order to determine the danger perceived in his heart, he saw Lin Kun close his eyes for the second time, sense two more breaths, and finally be shocked, and drop after drop of cold sweat came out of the young man's forehead.
With the cultivation and eyesight of Fang Mo, a young man in ink, he soon sensed that something was wrong, and his brows immediately wrinkled into a small hill, and before Lin Kun could speak and urge, he strode up.
Because the young man was injured, this run suddenly made Fang Mo's cough even worse, and his already pale face was even worse.
Before he reached Lin Kun's front, his feet were unstable first, causing a large pile of dead branches to stumble, only to see Fang Mo coming up directly.
Lin Kun's eyes were quick, and he immediately held him up, not letting Fang Mo fall as he wished, otherwise Fang Mo would definitely have to eat a mouthful of mud.
Being held up and failing to fall to the ground, the young man was also a little surprised on his face, raised his head, looked at Lin Kun's eyes, and said the word "thank you" gratefully.
Lin Kun ignored the young man's thanks, "I'll help you, and we'll leave here." ”
At this time, Fang Mo stopped talking nonsense, nodded, and let Lin Kun help him, and the two of them turned around and quickly rushed into the forest.
As soon as the two of them walked on the front foot, there was movement on the back foot.
I heard a dull sound coming from among the weeds, a great earthquake, like a drum that had been beaten, and then a strong wind rose from the ground, and the sound was terrifying, and it directly made a layer of dirt roll upside down and press into the distance.
On the ground, with a "click", the ancient trees with the waist of an adult were broken one after another, and a demon beast appeared in the sky, flying sand and stones, and the scene was enough to make ordinary people stunned on the spot.
This demon beast is imposing, and there seems to be an extremely strong qi circulating all over its body, and it is overwhelming. As soon as he jumped out, he immediately raised his brain and roared loudly at the canopy above his head.
It was probably because there was no gas in the stomach that the demon beast stopped, lowered its head, did not look elsewhere, and landed its gaze on a pile of burnt wood impartially.
At this time, in the eyes of the demon beast, there seemed to be a wisdom luster flying out.
For this alone, it is not difficult to see that this demon beast is very terrifying.
The demon beast raised its big claws, and the four deep pits were immediately revealed, all of which were stepped on when the demon beast came out. He walked to the scorched fire, sniffed, and sniffed a few more times under an old tree, but did not stay here long, and jumped up, and disappeared.
Lin Kun took the young man, and the two of them came to a field of wild flowers, and then stopped.
As soon as he came over, Lin Kun smelled a burst of wildflowers, the taste was innocent, and he suddenly felt a little refreshed, and immediately felt a little surprised in his heart, and looked at the wildflowers twice.
Where did Fang Mo have the heart to care about the flowers, he ran all the way, and when he saw that this kid suddenly stopped, he was also happy, and he didn't say anything, and sat down on the spot.
Retracting his gaze, Lin Kun glanced at the young man and smiled a little or two.
But Lin Kun was different from the young man, the young Fang Mo came over and began to rest, but Lin Kun did not.
I saw Lin Kun tinkering a few times, and then jumped in the direction he came, and in the blink of an eye, he couldn't see anyone, and he didn't know what to do, which made Fang Mo, who was sitting next to the wildflower coughing, puzzled for a while.
More than ten minutes later, Lin Kun reappeared.
Before Lin Kun could come over, Fang Mo noticed it, and he saw that this kid's face was dirty, as if he had come out of the soil.
As soon as he walked over, Lin Kun sat down, took a bag of water from his waist, pinched the plug and pulled it gently, then raised his head and put the water bag on his teeth, snoring and drinking.
Next to him, Fang Mo looked at it calmly and didn't ask much. However, from the flashing eyes of the young man, it is not difficult to see what the young man is thinking. Actually, the young man was still very curious, what Lin Kun had just done, but Lin Kun didn't say it, and he was too embarrassed to ask.