"I'm angry, even though you have a point. ”

He Xirou said seriously: "But I'm still very angry, from now on, don't come close to me within ten feet." ”

Feng Xiaohan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, if this makes you more comfortable." ”

You can't get anywhere near ten feet, which means you can't carry her on your back anymore.

But the two still have to leave here, and Mo Qiu may catch up when he will catch up.

He Xirou's meridians were broken, the supply of vitality in her lower limbs was insufficient, and her mobility was greatly reduced, so she couldn't walk far even if she stood up on her own.

So Feng Xiaohan thought about it, pulled out a lot of gray grass, made it into a mat, and tied the rope that had fixed He Xirou before.

After several adjustments, the humble mattress has been transformed into a small towing tool. Feng Xiaohan put the straw mat back on the scabbard and handed it to He Xirou for the umbrella.

He Xirou took the wooden scabbard, separated from the light rain, was in a slightly better mood, and asked, "Where is my sword?"

Feng Xiaohan took the Xirou Sword, looked at her and asked, "You...... Promise not to kill me?"

He Xirou's face sank again, and said, "If I want to kill you, even with a scabbard." ”

Feng Xiaohan hesitated for a moment, took out the Xilin small sword from his waist, and said, "I'll give you this." ”

Although the short sword is short, the attack distance will never be short, and the sword qi is like destroying the withering and decaying.

But from the activation of the sword qi to the cutting off of everything, more distances need to be crossed in the middle, and this distance is enough for Feng Xiaohan to react.

The moment He Xirou saw the Xilin sword, she decided that it was a rare sword, and asked, "What is this?"

"It's called Xilin Xiaojian, which Cui Weiming took from Zhao Haotian and then handed it over to me. ”

"Could it be that the sword intent in the river before came from the west?" He Xirou raised her eyebrows slightly and said in surprise.

"Yes, it's a pity that this style is not complete, so the sword intent is not round. ”

Feng Xiaohan handed over the sword and said, "My sword is lost, this sword is the only way to attack by surprise, you have to keep it alive." ”

He Xirou solemnly took the Xilin sword, she is also a swordsman, it is every swordsman's dream to be able to hold such a legendary sword in her hands, she is naturally very excited.

But at the same time, she was even more angry, because the other party obviously didn't trust her, could she really kill him? At most, she was just angry.

"Correct, that kitchen knife is mine, count the ones you took from my stove. ”

Feng Xiaohan shook his head and did not speak.

He dragged her along the endless gray meadows, the gray grass that was taller than a man everywhere, and the shallow, muddy ground.

But Feng Xiaohan could still discern the direction and went straight in a certain direction, although he didn't know where this direction would lead.

He just relied on his feelings, like the upper reaches of the river, hoping that he could leave this grassland.

The two figures moved forward slowly, one behind the other, and the gray grass along the way was pressed into a straight gray line.

He Xirou held a sword umbrella and sat on the mat.

Feng Xiaohan dragged the rope in his right hand and held the desolate sword in his left hand, opening the way in front.

Their pace was slow, and Feng Xiaohan's pace was starting to look clumsy, but he still didn't stop to rest.

He wanted to make up for the time he wasted sleeping.

Exhaustion and hunger make him weak, they can't drain his will, but they make him cranky.

The current human world is early winter, so the wild realm should be summer, and the sand is barren one after another, but I no longer need to prepare rations to go to that place to escape the heat.

Feng Xiaohan always thought that he was very similar to that dragon, they were both the same loneliness, there was no kind, no partner, only one was weaker, and the other was definitely strong.

But now he had friends and rivals, and he enjoyed the trust and cultivation resources that the Savage Domain did not have, and they were all of his own kind.

Thinking of this, he began to feel some sympathy for the dragon.

Sleep all day long without eating.

There are no rivals, let alone friends, and the only thing that can accompany it is himself every summer. And it's the kind where you can't see each other and can only sense each other's breath.

Every time Feng Xiaohan goes, he will feel its breath and clearly know what kind of emotions it contains.

Contempt, disdain, ridicule, indifference, calmness, arrogance.

There's also a hint of ...... Expect.

I wonder if he didn't go to that valley this year, would the dragon on the top of the mountain feel even more lonely?

Then he remembered the demon beasts he had fought against, the ferocious Tyrant Beast, the docile Xuantai Beast, and what impressed him even more was the silver-backed blue wolf king.

Being able to be indifferent to being eaten alive, no matter what race it is, is something that makes the enemy feel respected and frustrated.

Feng Xiaohan showed a self-deprecating smile, he couldn't get out of the shadow of that day in the end, he often wondered if he was so emotional that he looked away, or it was dead before it was eaten, what he saw was the wolf king's eyes before he died.

What in the world could have such a proud and calm look?

Since you think of wolves, you naturally think of autumn.

In the autumn wolf pack, even the Tyrant Tooth Beast, which slaughtered wolves for a living, did not dare to defeat its edge head-on, and only the strange monster beasts that Feng Xiaohan called the wolf licking beasts dared to haunt.

The wolf licking beast is a life that can survive when the blood is dry, and the individual itself is not strong, but its strong vitality and unique hunting skills make it an existence that can hunt wolves.

When the spikes of the wolf beast are inserted into the throat of the demon wolf, the dull cry of pain is undoubtedly the most beautiful sound in the world.

He longed to hear the screams of the beasts, because that meant there was meat to eat.

Don't go hungry anymore.

Maybe it's because after the wrath of God, God sees mercy and is willing to take care of this sad young man.

The next moment, a terrible beast roar came from a distance in front of him to the right.

Although the wish was fulfilled, it did not make him happy.

Because this beast roar is full of anger, it comes from a long distance, it should be a demon beast.

In other words, there are monsters in this gray grassland. This is obviously not good news for Feng Xiaohan and the others.

But what made Feng Xiaohan's brows tighten even more was that

He recognized the voice,

It is the unique roar of the tyrannosaurus.

If such a powerful creature can scream, what kind of opponent will it be?

Imagine that in the surrounding grass, where you can't see it, there is a hidden existence that is enough to hunt and kill the Tyrant Beast.

Feng Xiaohan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, He Xirou didn't know what kind of demon beast's voice it was, but she knew very well what it meant.

What a terrible fact this is.

The two looked at each other and understood what was in each other's eyes.

He Xirou believes that you should stay away from that place as much as possible, and safety is the most important thing.

And Feng Xiaohan's meaning is very simple, if they don't eat, they will die......

He Xirou said lightly: "Don't even think about it, you and I don't have the strength to fight again, what can we fight with it? Maybe it will be a demon beast hunted in groups." ”

"It makes sense, but it's not the way to go on like this. ”

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and said, "I still think I should go and have a look, even if it's to pick up some leftover meat." ”

He Xirou turned her head and said, "Since you want to die, then go ahead." ”

"The rain is a nuisance, but it hides our scent, so if you are careful, you should be fine. ”

Feng Xiaohan smiled and said, "I won't say anything about that matter, and I promise not to ruin your reputation." ”

He Xirou didn't speak, and that matter seemed to be unpassable.

But Feng Xiaohan knew that she was in harmony with her heart, and it wouldn't take long for her to figure it out.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, and so on. Gradually, his heart began to beat slowly, and his breathing was synchronized with the breeze.

The pulse, the movement, and the breath all melt into the heavens and the earth.

Eighty thousand miles away, Candle Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly, because one of the two flames in front of him gradually faded, and the figure of the fine sand villain under the flames also became a little blurred.

Mo Qiu, who was hundreds of miles away, stopped and looked at the compass in surprise, because the target shown on it had become one.

What's going on?

Did he die suddenly?

He Xirou looked at him in surprise, in the Qingzhu Peak martial arts competition a long time ago, although Feng Xiaohan had also shown similar abilities, it was always as shocking as seeing it up close.

He was clearly standing there, but it was as if he was not here.

This method of concealing the aura is really a bit ghostly.

"No wonder he can survive in such a ghost place, but there is something different from ordinary people. ”

......

......

Feng Xiaohan dragged the rope and slowly approached the direction of the beast's roar, and the grass mat under He Xirou overwhelmed a lot of gray grass, but there was no weirdness and no sound.

Both of them were nervous, and they didn't pay attention to the passage of time, in short, it seemed that after a long time, Feng Xiaohan finally stopped.

Five feet in front of him, the existence of the Tyrant Beast was hunted.

It should still be eating now.

He Xirou let herself relax as much as possible, and she also faintly sensed the powerful aura coming from the opposite side, and its combat power was far above the peak of the two.

Feng Xiaohan quietly pushed aside the gray grass and looked over there, but he still didn't see the demon beast, so he let go of the rope in his hand, lowered his body and slowly crawled over there.

He Xirou wanted to stop him, but he didn't have time to pull the corner of his clothes, and he didn't dare to stop it, for fear of startling the terrible demon beast.

Feng Xiaohan's figure soon disappeared into the grass, and he couldn't go with him because of his injuries, and he felt a lot of displeasure in his heart. She is obviously the senior sister and should take care of the junior brother, but at this time, she can only stay here like a cripple, waiting for Feng Xiaohan to take the risk of bringing food to her.

Just when He Xirou was sad about her uselessness, a low and hoarse roar came from afar.

The voice was full of anger, helplessness and pain, but it felt so vague.

It's like someone who has food in their mouth and speaks.

Then, not far ahead, Feng Xiaohan's laughter was heard.

"I still think it's something, but I also specially hid my breath, I knew why bother. ”