"There's one thing I've never dared to ask you." An Yang was silent for a while, then said thoughtfully.

"What's the matter, and what else you don't dare?" The soft touch of fox fur came from her fingertips, and there was a gurgling sound in her stomach, as if she was hungry again! Liu Zhao thought about the chicken soup at home and absentmindedly replied to An Yang's words.

"Why did your parents die so young?" An Yang finally expressed the doubts in his heart, and he quickly looked at Liu Zhao's expression.

"My parents are both military doctors, and I encountered a mudslide on the way to Tibet, so I went early." Liu Zhao's hand stroking the hair collar paused, and there was a faint sadness in his voice.

Mom and Dad died when she couldn't remember, and the memory of her parents has always been the blurry image in a few old family photos at home.

"I'm really sorry for upsetting you today!" An Yang looked at Liu Zhao's lonely silhouette distressedly, and he said carefully.

"It's okay, it's all going to pass, and tomorrow is a new day, isn't it?" Liu Zhao smiled, the sadness in his voice had disappeared, replaced by a yearning for the future.

An Yang looked deeply at the girl next to him, and his heart was hit hard again. I can't help but think of a sentence: I hate to meet when I am not married! Oh, no, for him, it should be said that it is when I hate to meet and not marry.

Just when he was driving and feeling worried, Liu Zhao suddenly exclaimed: "Be careful! ”

An Yang subconsciously slowed down the car and gently clicked the brakes.

On the mountain road ahead, two figures appeared, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin.

They were wrapped in thick black cloaks, and the moonlight reflected their shadows on the icy mountain path for a long time.

Since they chatted with An Yang all the way, Liu Zhao and Ben didn't expect that in the mountains and forests on a winter night, there would be two ghost monks swaggering and stopping on the way!

Liu Zhao was dozens of meters away, and finally noticed a thick cold ghost aura, she had just been born to remind An Yang, and she found those two ghost cultivators whose cultivation was on par with herself!

An Yang stopped the car, and also felt the other party's malice, he pressed Liu Zhao's hand stretched out to the car door, and said firmly: "You stay in the car obediently and don't move, I'll go down!" ”

"Hey, what shall I say?" Liu Zhao looked at An Yang's shining amber eyes in the dark, and she let out a long sigh.

It seems that today she can only expose her identity as a cultivator in front of An Yang. Liu Zhao gently patted An Yang's shoulder, opened the car door without saying a word, and walked out.

And An Yang suddenly found that his whole body was weak and he couldn't move!

The dazzling headlights were particularly conspicuous in the dark mountains, and the lights hit Liu Zhao's tall back wearing a slim cheongsam, and his long hair fell out at some point, flying in the winter night wind, forming a beautiful and strange scenery.

"Huaxia cultivator?" Qiao Ben asked in stiff Chinese, and under the cover of the cloak, he couldn't see his true face at all.

"Where did the devil come from? Don't you dare to see people when you hide your head and tail! Liu Zhao's voice was colder than the cold wind in the mountains, and as she walked, she threw off the golden high heels on her feet and threw away her small golden handbag.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to be a big beauty!" Looking at Liu Zhao, who was gradually walking in, Qiao Ben smiled obscenely: "Tell us obediently, where is your mountain gate, I will spare your life!" ”

"Hahaha!" Liu Zhaoyang smiled for a long time, and in Lang Lang's laughter, his long black hair flew wantonly in the wind behind him. The cold water vapor flew along with the hair, permeating this side of the world.

"Why did you come to my Huaxia to find a cultivator? To be honest, I can leave you a whole corpse, otherwise, I will teach you to break your bones and scatter ashes! ”

Liu Zhao's tone was full of unruliness, and as she spoke, dozens of ice blades had already flown out of the dantian silently, surrounding her body, forming an invisible wall of ice.

The two ghost monks suddenly flew up in the air and rushed towards Liu Zhao in unison.

Under the illumination of the headlights, streams of gray-black gas poured out of the cloaks of the two of them. And Liu Zhao clearly saw that in the gas, there were resentful ghost faces. That thick gas is spewing out of the mouths of these fierce ghosts!

Liu Zhao drove the Bingling Sword Blade towards those ghost fogs, but to her surprise, the ghost fog gathered again after being shattered by the sword blades, wrapping her in layers before she could react.

For a while, Liu Zhao only felt that the coaxing in his ears was full of the cries and vicious curses of unjust ghosts, and a trace of cold breath drilled into her meridians along her pores!

Liu Zhao, who was inexperienced in the enemy, was hit at the first time!

He Shuzhen and Qiao Ben couldn't help but show ecstatic expressions when they saw that they had trapped the same Huaxia female cultivator who cultivated so easily.

Qiao Ben took out a small black net from the sleeve of his robe and threw it into the air, and the small black net instantly grew in the wind, turning into a huge net with a cold light, covering his head towards Liu Zhao, who was trapped by the ghost mist!

Liu Zhao felt that the cold aura in the meridians was rapidly attacking her dantian at this time, and she couldn't help but be surprised! Hurriedly running the soft water decision, a stream of pure water spiritual power wrapped the trace of cold and suppressed it in one place, and the cold breath finally stopped moving.

Feeling the ghost fog gathering around her, Liu Zhao ripped off the brocade cheongsam on her body, and at the same time, the seven-colored veil tightly wrapped her.

In the gray-black fog, the seven-colored yarn shone with dazzling seven-color brilliance. In this dark mountain road, Liu Zhao was like a little sun, and where the light shone, the fierce ghost was wiped out.

Just when Liu Zhao had just gotten rid of the siege of the ghost fog, the big net that Hashimoto sacrificed could fall less than a meter above her head.

Qiao Ben saw that Liu Zhao suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and dispelled the ghost mist that he and He Shuzhen had worked hard to cultivate all their lives. He cursed hatefully. But then he smiled gloomily again, because he knew that Liu Zhao couldn't escape the heaven and earth net made by his master with dark iron.

Liu Zhao, who had just escaped from the trap, had already noticed the big black net that was falling quickly above her head, she gritted her teeth, and the aura in her body suppressed the cold ghost qi in her body, while controlling a hundred ice blades to face the black iron net.

There was a ding-dong sound, and the smile on the corner of Qiao Ben's mouth froze!

The imaginary scene of Liu Zhao's arrest did not happen, but the tenacious heaven and earth net was cut into a pile of fine iron slag by I don't know what kind of sharp weapon it was, and it was scattered all over the ground.

At this time, Liu Zhao was not having a good time, at the beginning, because of the light enemy, he was immersed in the meridians by the ghost qi as soon as he came up, and later he controlled nearly a hundred ice swords to smash the black net that was as strong as iron and tough as silk.

Most of the water aura on her body has been consumed, but the other party has two ghost cultivators who are on par with her own cultivation, and in comparison, the other party's consumption is much smaller than her own!