"I'm going back!" the boy walked to the wheel, helped the girl up, and stroked the dust on her face with his hand, the slightest dust on the immature face could hardly hide her delicate face, and the white skin was slightly exposed under the plain clothes.

The young man was stunned for a while, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the man in the car, his face was full of purple gas, and there was a slight thunder.

"If Elder Jiang doesn't survive this catastrophe, you can come to the thatched hut above the wasteland, and I will send you out of the wasteland when the time comes. The boy turned around and was about to leave, walked a few steps, and suddenly stopped, not knowing whether he was making a decision or thinking about something, his fists clenched slightly, and he sighed slightly.

"Forget it, there are many fierce beasts in this wasteland, and it is not a way to let you alone, now that Jiang Lao should be robbed, he has no time to take care of you, you should go back to the grass house with me!"

"No, Master is still here, you can take us away with you!" The girl had a hint of pleading, her eyes blinked, and the eyes of the water spirit made people feel pity.

"Together!" the young man was vaguely embarrassed, taking in one, and he didn't know if the young man with a strange temper in the family would agree, and it was even more difficult to bring a saint who was dying and could die at any time.

"My master doesn't need you to take care of it, we'll leave as soon as the master wakes up. The girl glanced at Jiang Sheng and begged again.

"Hey, Jiang Lao is still on my back! This horse has run away, how can I go. The young man was speechless for a while, looking at the debris that exploded on the ground, and as he spoke, he was about to get up with Jiang Lao on his back.

"No, no, no, my Marco is obedient, and he will be back in a moment!" said the girl, picking up the flute in her hand, and the music sounded, and the big black horse, which had been grazing in the distance, galloped all the way towards the place where the music sounded.

"Boom. With a long roar, the black horse appeared beside the girl, and the girl held a flute in her hand and stood beside the fierce horse, like the person in the painting.

She stroked it gently, grabbed a handful of wild grass with her hand, and the horse rubbed back and forth as if she were coquettish.

"Black Dragon!" The dragon, originally a legendary thing, is associated with a horse, so that ordinary horses also have a holy will.

The horse was very obedient, walked to the carriage, and waited for the girl to put the rope on, although the girl was a little short, the horse lowered her head, and the girl jumped to put the reins on the horse, which looked a little awkward, but it did not affect the artistic conception at this time.

"Let's go, get in the car!" the girl turned and pulled the boy up, and was about to get into the car.

"I, still can't! You sit, it's not too far, just walk. The young man looked at the open-air carriage, and there was a trace of timidity at the bottom of the crumbling carriage.

"Hmm!" the girl nodded heavily, and followed the boy in the carriage.

The barren country was barren, and after the rain, it was unusually cold, and the girl rubbed her frozen fingers back and forth in the open-air carriage.

The road is not long, but it is steep and bumpy back and forth, but the figure on the bare board is unwavering.

"It's cold!" the boy asked, taking off his cloth and placing it in the girl's hands.

"I, I'm not cold!" said the girl stubbornly, although her hands were purple from the cold.

"Put it on!"

The girl wanted to refuse again, but looking at the resolute eyes of the young man, she gave up her thoughts for the time being, trembled, and wrapped the cloth clothes.

"I've been in the wasteland for sixteen years!" the girl looked melancholy, stroking the broken blade in her hand.

"Ahh

"I have my knife, I don't think so, maybe I'll get used to it after a long time! The boy looked at the horizon, thousands of miles away, how prosperous but difficult to reach.

"I've been to the capital, or the master took me there, there are a lot of people there, there are a lot of fun, the master said that if this trip to the wasteland is over, take me to the capital to live for a long time. The girl looked at the old man in the car again.

'I don't have a name for as long as I can remember, I only know my surname as 'Zhan'. Name yourself Tianhao!'

'Master has always called me Mourn, and as for the name, from the moment Master rescued me, I didn't have a name, and when Master said to save me, I had a sachet on my body with a word tattooed on it, and that was 'Mourning'. ’

"...... Death"

"There's a guy in the house, and he might have a weird temper. The mention of the man in the family couldn't help but give the boy a headache.

"Is he your father?" the girl wondered.

"No!" the boy whispered, looking unusually cautious.

"I came back so late, don't you want to practice my sword tomorrow?" the young man scolded, as if he didn't see the carriage behind the young man.

"This goes, this goes. The boy hurriedly responded, wanting to talk to the girl again, but was interrupted again by the youth.

"Hmm, don't go yet!" the young man was slightly angry, seeing that the young man was a little wrong today, the young man didn't ask much, and hurriedly entered the grass hut.

"Old man, after sleeping for so long, it's time to wake up. The young man raised his hand slightly, and a blunt sword flew out of the grass hut, passing over the girl in the car and hitting the old man's door.

I thought that the blunt sword would pierce the old man's sword, but I didn't expect the blunt sword to let out a soft groan, staying in the air, and it was difficult to move forward.

"Ahem, I woke up early, I didn't expect to fight and kill as soon as I woke up, this is really like your style of doing things. The old man opened his eyes, and although his face was still bruised, he was sitting cross-legged.

"Yan'er, help me get out of the car and go and meet my friend!" It's really hard to imagine that an old man over the age of sixteen and a young man who looks like he is twenty or thirty years old are friends.

"Ahh The girl exclaimed, and helped the old man out of the car.

"You devil, it's been more than ten years, and it still hasn't changed!"

"Compared with you, the saint who is respected by the people of the world, I still haven't changed a little!"

"Saint, in your eyes, that's not just a name!"

"At least that's useful to the world, not like me. ”

"Become a demon, but you are chic, you don't have to care about the world!"

"But I'm a demon, and the world doesn't tolerate it!"

"There is no good or evil in the world, you are a demon, I am a Taoist cultivator, but we are friends. ”

"Hahaha......" The young man's laughter reached the sky.

"I've been waiting for you for ten years!"

"Please!" the young man poured his wine and sent it to the old man.

"It really smells like snow lotus. The old man leaned in front of his nose and sniffed, the beard at the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and took a sip.

"Good~Wine~"

The two talked happily until late at night, when the old man waved his hand and motioned for Yan'er to go down to rest, and Yan'er was also very sensible, so he entered the grass hut by himself and closed the door.