From nine o'clock in the evening to about four o'clock tomorrow, finally, Zhao Mu had appeared in the area of Han City, and continued all the way unimpeded, it took less than forty minutes, and finally landed in the fog before dawn. ¤

Nearly seven hours of continuous flying with the human shield, originally Zhao Mu did not have this ability to hold the sea at all, with his current realm, at most half an hour at a time, it is estimated that whether it is the power of the wind demon or the spiritual energy stored in the flying shield spirit rune, it will have to be exhausted.

However, Zhao Mu, a perverted alternative, still relied on the spiritual liquid collected and stored by a large number of spirit runes, and forcibly endured his most extreme flight time by more than ten times.

I have to say that any of the spells in the Fu Bing Technique are basically not wasted, and all of them are very practical spells.

After this practice, Zhao Mu once again had a deep understanding, the only thing that made him feel distressed was that the bottle full of spiritual liquid that he had collected and stored for so long had consumed almost half of the bottle in this operation.

You know, this is the result of nearly 120 spirit runes he has planted now, and he has accumulated more than half a month day and night.

Gently put the fog on his bed, at this time, Zhao Mu had spare time to pay attention to the true appearance of the fog, which was good with what he imagined in Wangjia Village before, although the fog was covered by the black robe and most of his face was exposed, only a white and slender chin was exposed, but from this point alone, Zhao Mu had this mysterious black-robed woman in his heart at that time, and she should be a peerless beauty.

In fact, what Zhao Mu sees now is exactly this, Rao is recent spiritual cultivation has made great progress, but looking at this cold and mature beautiful face, Zhao Mu is still shaken.

"It's beautiful!" It wasn't until half an hour later that Zhao Mu retracted his gaze and sighed.

If Zhao Mu has been in contact with such a woman, sister-in-law Li Xinting is a beauty often mentioned by ordinary people, Zhao Jiamin's sister is a little beauty at the level of a class flower and a school flower, and Wei Rou can be regarded as a goddess level of a big beauty, so the current fog should surpass the goddess level of Bai Fumei and Wei Rou.

If you really want to describe it in such an exaggerated style as in ancient times, the fog is the heroine level in the beacon fire drama, laughing at the city and the country with laughter.

This kind of beauty is far more than just an appearance to describe, but a temperament born in the bones, and unique charm.

It's just that the temperament of the fog is so close to cold, she doesn't need to laugh, it's enough to make people confused, and now she is unconscious, and her face is pale, which makes people can't help but feel pity.

Zhao Mu's gaze gradually shifted from the pretty face of the fog to the body of the fog, she didn't know what emergencies she encountered, she was now wearing a black gauze semi-backless dress, she seemed to like black very much.

However, this black gauze backless dress, first soaked in the river, and then wrinkled by a night of flight, was already messy at this time.

Slender and slender white and clean palms that seem to be flawless, as well as a slender white waist exposed by bullets, and straight and slender legs.

In short, all the fog made Zhao Mu feel unbearable, this kind of woman really shouldn't be in the world, and it was no wonder that she covered herself in a loose black robe at that time.

But even so, it is still difficult to hide her extraordinary, but because of the black, it sets off her ice muscles and jade bones.

Zhao Mu retracted his gaze for a long time, covered the fog with a thin quilt, and then walked out of the door, lit a cigarette and smoked, and his mind gradually calmed down.

After a few more hours, the sun on the mountain hung high, the warm sun shone on the earth, and Zhao Mu, who had sunk into cultivating the power of the wind demon, moved slightly.

"This is where you usually live?"

"Well, are you awake? What do you think? Zhao Mu turned his head, and the fog was already standing behind him, but he looked at the scenery around the flat top.

On the small courtyard with hundreds of square meters of fences on the flat roof, on the left are groups of dragonfish roaming underwater, and under the sunlight, the bottom of the water reflects a golden and silver light.

On the right is a shallow green grass turtle pond, and the little money turtles are crawling on the balcony board at the moment, lazily dozing off.

Not far away, there is a field of solid red tomatoes and greener and greener vegetables.

I have to say that the steel jungle that is accustomed to the market, this small scenery on the top of the mountain, but the fog can't help but be distracted, which makes her feel that the protagonist is really extravagant and good at living.

"I didn't think you'd be looking for a place, it's a nice place." The fog showed a hint of fascination and wanted to laugh, but she didn't seem to be used to this expression at all, so her expression was still cold.

"If you like it, I see that in addition to the gunshot wound in the abdomen, you seem to have another raging force in your body." Zhao Mu turned around and said.

"Well, speaking of which, this matter also has something to do with you, I didn't expect that when I refined that evil spirit, the other party came to the door, and I was attending a party at the time." Fog thought for a moment and said lightly.

"Uh??" Zhao Mu was stunned on the spot, he really didn't expect this, you know, he treated Wei Rou's mother, and he didn't know how long it took to collect this evil spirit, but the person behind the scenes has not moved, he thought that the other party would not be able to trace this matter.

It seems that he is still quite lucky now, it should be a huge syringe to collect the evil spirit, and similarly, it has also cut off the connection between the people behind the scenes and the evil spirit.

"The master of the evil spirits is strong? I'm sorry, I've been collecting this evil spirit for a long time, and I haven't moved, but I didn't expect to hurt you. Zhao Mu smiled bitterly, but he cared more about the information of the evil soul master.

"That's a person who has gone through nine dream bubble worlds, and he is only one step away from stepping into the manager." The fog didn't blame Zhao Mu either.

To be precise, from the very beginning, she replaced the evil spirit, and with the dark energy exercises she practiced, she found that this evil spirit had a root in her hands, but out of self-confidence, she didn't pay much attention to it.

Of course, this is not that she is too confident, but that Zhao Mu was just a novice who had just experienced a world at that time, how could she have thought that the man in front of her was so ridiculous that he had the courage to collect other people's evil spirits on a figure close to the strength of the manager.

Therefore, the fog, which has always been very cautious, has definitely been deeply pitted.

With the narration of the fog, the more Zhao Mu listened, the more he broke out in a cold sweat, what is the manager? After getting acquainted with Zhang Lao recently, he is no longer a rookie in the circle world of capable people.

Under normal circumstances, those who have experienced the ability of three dream bubble worlds can be regarded as a rookie novice and become a member of the real ability.

When you have experienced more than seven dream bubble worlds, you can be regarded as a senior.

And the ability of the ten dream bubble worlds or more is usually called a manager, and the full name is a regional manager.