Chapter 143: Men and Women Do Not Give and Receive

Long Zun sat on the haystack, looking confused, stunned for a long time, and then immediately reacted, and shouted in his heart: "Hey, did you rob me of my elixir, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"Okay! If you save my life, I have a lot of adults, and I don't care about you as a little woman. Long Zun comforted himself in his heart.

Coincidentally, at this time, after the woman finished eating the pears in her hand, she suddenly turned around and said to Long Zun: "It's time for Grandma to rest!"

"Well, okay, got it. Long Zun nodded, indicating that he knew.

The woman frowned, saw that Long Zun didn't understand what she meant, and said, "Grandma means to rest, why are you still staying here?"

"Ahh

Finally, he said tentatively: "It's so late outside, girl, can you let me borrow it here for one night, I promise to leave as soon as it is dawn." ”

It's not that he's afraid of the dark, it's that he doesn't know everything outside, in case the martial arts realm powerhouse of the Wu family business house is still nearby, wouldn't he be caught in the net.

"Men and women don't kiss, keep you for a few nights, my aunt and grandmother have done their best, do you still want to stay here and not leave, my aunt and grandmother advise you to leave quickly, don't wait for your aunt and grandmother to do it herself. "If you don't agree, the woman will do it.

"Well, I can say don't worry about the inadmissibility of men and women, because I never saw you as a woman. Long Zun just thought about this in his heart, and didn't dare to say it in front of the woman.

From the woman's inadvertent breath, he felt that the other party was a martial arts realm powerhouse.

Although the aura of the martial arts realm exuded by the woman was not as terrifying as the strong man of the Wu family firm who injured him, it was not something that a warrior realm like him could provoke.

Looking at the woman's meaning, Long Zun knew that he couldn't go anymore, so he really wanted to move and let a woman beat him violently, why bother, it was better to take the initiative to leave.

"And ask the girl what kind of place this is. Long Zun asked, asking where he was, and how much he could be prepared.

"Black Misty Mountain!" the woman said lazily, taking out another pear casually, placing it on her tempting red lips, clicking, and taking a small bite.

"Thank you. Long Zun stood up quite magnificently, hugged his fists in thanks, and turned around with a sad face.

He had heard of the Black Fog Mountain, a mountain range more than 800 miles away in Lin'an County, on the top of the mountain, most of the time in the black fog, hence the name Black Fog Mountain.

At the same time, he was glad in his heart, he didn't expect that the river actually flowed to the Black Fog Mountain, fortunately, it was not far from Lin'an County, but it was not close, and the Wu family should not find it here.

Since the girl has already bombarded him, and his attitude is very resolute, he will not stay boring, of course, it has a lot to do with the fact that he can't beat the woman, otherwise he doesn't mind doing it once.

Out of the cave, there is a bright moon overhead, and the cave is halfway up the mountainside, and at the foot is a piece of broken stones, scattered near the entrance of the cave, these broken stones are of different sizes, the largest is more than a meter high, and the small one is only the size of a thumb.

Of course, there are still more small stones.

Below the cave was a wood, black, and eerie sensations were daunting, at least in the middle of the night.

"Wait, what is this?" Long Zun lowered his head, and under the moonlight, he noticed a rare palm-sized rag between the broken stones, hanging on the stones.

"It looks so familiar, it's about the same color as the clothes on my body. He picked up the rags from the rubble and compared them beside his clothes, and they were exactly the same color.

"There's still one ahead!" Long Zun took a few steps forward and picked up another rag, but this one was much smaller, only bigger than two fingers side by side.

After walking a few steps, he saw a rag appear on the ground, and when he reached the edge of the woods, he had already picked up seven or eight rags in his hand, large and small, the largest the size of a palm, and the smallest being only a finger long.

A cool breeze blew, he felt a little cold on his back, reached out and touched it, suddenly his pupils dilated, and blood broke out from the bottom of his eyes, and then he suddenly realized that these rags in his hand were the clothes on his body that fell.

"Damn, this woman won't just throw me on the ground and drag me back!"

On the back, where the fingers touched, there were still scars, and there were scabs left by the clotting of blood clots, which were obviously wounds cut by sharp objects.

"You are a martial artist, you can lift hundreds of pounds of heavy objects with one hand, as for dragging it on the ground and pulling it back to the cave like a wild man hitting his prey? Long Zun raised his middle finger and gestured fiercely in the direction of the cave,

If he couldn't beat the woman, he wanted to go back and let the woman try the taste of being dragged on the ground.

"Forget it, good men don't fight women. Long Zun quickly found a reason for himself not to go back to trouble the woman, but he would never admit that he endured it because he couldn't beat the other party.

Whew!

In the middle of the night, wolves came out to feed.

Long Zun's mind suddenly thought of the group of wolves in the wasteland, and the group of wolves he saw that had almost become spirits, and the back of his neck rubbed a cold air.

Shrinking his neck, he didn't dare to stay any longer, plunged into the forest, chose the opposite direction of the wolf's voice, and walked away quickly.

The leaves swayed, and a black shadow in the forest moved rapidly, extremely fast, and if you didn't look carefully, you thought that the wind was blowing, causing the shadow of the tree to shake.

It didn't take long for Long Zun to run for more than twenty miles, and the roar of the wolves was basically extinct, and it was difficult to hear.

Whew! Long Zun breathed a sigh of relief and stopped, the next step was to find a place to spend the night.

There are spirit beasts in the Black Fog Mountain, and he doesn't want to run around in the middle of the night and bump into the territory of a certain spirit beast and become a snack for the spirit beast.

Spirit beasts, like human cultivators, also have abilities far beyond ordinary people, but the lowest spirit beasts are equivalent to human great martial artist realm cultivation.

Long Zun, a cultivator who is not in the realm of a martial artist, encounters a spirit beast, it is certain that there is no life in ten deaths.

There are many tall trees in the mountains of the Black Sisty Mountains, and if you want to rest, in addition to finding a safe cave, you can also spend the night in the trees.

It's just that the trees are not as comfortable as in the caves, and you have to rest well, and you have to be vigilant at all times, after all, there are not only wild beasts in the forest, but poisons also exist.

Long Zun walked around the neighborhood, there was no cave in this area, so he had to find a big tree to rest.

Just as he was about to go up the tree, suddenly, a stream of heat came from the black ring on his finger, like a thin needle, and pierced his finger.

"Whew! Long Zun took a breath, the last time this kind of situation appeared was in the Wild Wolf Valley, and finally found an elixir.

"Could it be that there is an elixir nearby? Long Zun said to himself, because of the existence of spirit beasts in the Black Fog Mountain, ordinary cultivators are reluctant to set foot here, but there are also cultivators who will come to the Black Fog Mountain for the elixir.

Like the woman who rescued him, it is very likely that she came to the Black Misty Mountain to find the elixir, a century-old elixir, which can be exchanged for a condensing pill from the alchemist.

Of course, this is for ordinary cultivators, put on Long Zun's body, the elixir can be eaten directly as a snack, and the effect of a hundred-year-old elixir is at least comparable to that of him eating five or six condensing pills.

(End of chapter)