"Is it really tasteless? I thought my nose was not good. He Lang sniffed his hands again with some unease, and then lightly came to Brother Jing's side again.

"The blood mark you have been placed by the King of the Kirin must be a curse of bad luck, and unless you complete the task he has given you, this bad luck will get worse and worse. Brother Jing said lightly.

"What is the curse of bad luck?" He Lang asked with some puzzlement.

"This curse of bad luck will make everything unpleasant for the person who is cursed, and it can only be broken unless he completes the instructions of the person who gave the curse. ”

After hearing this, He Lang was dumbfounded for a while, and thought to himself: "It seems that the smell of my body is due to the curse of bad luck." ’

After a while, He Lang said firmly: "But Brother Jing, I will never complete what the Qilin King said, and if I do that, I will completely activate the Demon Emperor Yuanshen, which is absolutely not good!"

Brother Jing thought for a moment and said, "Well, I think you'd better stay away from the crowd for a while now, so that you may be able to reduce your bad luck as much as possible, and then I'll help you find another way to solve it." ”

Seeing that He Lang didn't say anything for a long time, in order to comfort the other party, Brother Jing said again: "Don't worry, things are not as bad as you think, there are solutions." ”

Through Brother Jing's enlightenment, He Lang was also in a good mood, and was about to say some words of thanks, when he saw Brother Jing's face change and said: "Hurry up and attach yourself to the body, I'm afraid something will happen." ”

He Lang was very puzzled, but when he saw Brother Jing's expression, he couldn't help but be surprised, and hurriedly left through the entrance.

As soon as he attached himself to his body, he found that he seemed to be held to a high place, and there was a clatter of wood around him.

"Hurry up and move around. "This should be the voice of the elder brother.

"Senior brother, throwing a fire talisman at him is all over the place, and you still need to use such a lot of trouble to light a fire, isn't this a big fuss?" one complained.

"This ugly ghost hasn't moved for days, it's no different from a dead man, I think it's just a knife, cut off his head, and it's over. Another person was very insightful.

"Yes, senior brother, he doesn't look like a demon anywhere. "Another humane.

"You just have to listen to the master's command, what so much nonsense! Don't forget to sprinkle more sulfur on him. The elder brother scolded.

There was another sound of throwing wood.

He Lang understood that this was the rhythm of burning him to death on the fire, if Brother Gangjing hadn't let him out, I'm afraid he would have been burned to ashes and didn't know what had happened.

It's not a good feeling in my heart.

It seems that many days have passed since he entered the fairy mirror.

He felt that he was still bound by a net, the rope was sturdy, and it was still like a large canvas wrapped outside, but Cheng Yuan, who was next to him, was gone.

Brother Jing whispered: "You first use the fire talisman to burn the ropes on your body, and I will go out to drag everyone in a while, and you take the opportunity to escape quickly." ”

As he spoke, a talisman appeared in He Lang's left palm.

He Lang thought to himself, when he burned the rope, would he also be burned?

"Just burn yours, and I'll cast a spell on you to keep the flames burned. Brother Jing hurriedly explained.

Just as He Lang was about to infuse his aura and ignite the fire talisman, he heard a sound of 'plopping and plopping' outside the canvas, and several screams of "ahhhhh

When He Lang heard this, he stopped what he was doing and listened attentively.

After a while, he heard the wood around him being moved again, and after a while, the roll he was wrapped in was lifted up at once, and the next moment, the roll was carried by someone and ran quickly.

"Go after it!" said the elder brother.

"Senior brother, it's the Dryad, why did it suddenly appear, let's run!" said one of them hurriedly.

"Don't run, he was injured a lot by the ancestor, he must have no ability to resist, hurry up and surround it!"

"No, senior brother, even the ancestor was injured by it, and we are not opponents!" the man said again.

"Yes, the branches around him are too long, and if he touches them, he will turn into a demon!" said another man in horror.

"A bunch of rubbish, throw knives at it, say nothing and let them go!" the elder brother roared.

He Lang only heard the sound of 'whooshing' iron tools breaking through the air behind him.

He only felt that the person carrying him was swaying up and down, left and right, as if he was dodging the hidden weapon thrown at him.

Soon, he felt like he was being carried over several high walls, and he kept running forward at a rapid pace.

He Lang didn't know how long he had been carried and ran, but when he finally slowed down, he heard the rapid gasps of a little boy.

"Let me out!" He Lang shouted when he found that he had been put on the ground for a long time, and the other party would not let him out.

Finally, he saw the light of day again, and what he saw in front of him was the dryad he hated so much that the roots of his teeth itched, and he saw that the dryad was full of green water all over his face, and there was a short knife and two darts stuck in his body, and where the short knife was inserted, the green water was gurgling outward.

The dryad looked at He Lang with blank eyes, slowly trembled and stretched out its thin branches, and after picking up the rope and net on He Lang's body, he fell to the ground and fainted.

After He Lang's hands and feet were free, he stood up and moved his lower limbs, looked around again, and found that there were weeds and rocks all around, and then raised his eyes and looked up, there were high cliffs on three sides, it seemed that this was a valley.

He Lang wanted to leave here quickly, but he was about to leave, but he subconsciously turned back and looked at the dryad lying on the ground, his eyebrows furrowed, thinking about whether to leave quickly, or to see the current situation of the other party.

Looking at the green water on the dryad's face again, and the branches that were hanging on the ground without a trace of life, he finally turned around, squatted down and pushed the other party.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, are you alright?" asked He Lang in a stiff tone.

The other party didn't say anything for a long time, He Lang thought to himself, it seems that this monster is about to die, let's go, leave it alone.

However, he still ripped a strip of cloth from the clothes he was wearing, and bandaged the place where the Dryad's green water was badly rising.

After doing this, he stood up and walked forward, but as he walked, He Lang hesitated in his heart.

He secretly thought that if it wasn't for the Dryad, even if Brother Jing could contain part of the other party's strength, it would be difficult for him to escape in the Flying Eagle Gang.

But then I thought about it, the way I was now, whether people were ghosts or ghosts, it was all given by the tree demon, and if I didn't kill it with my own hands, it was already merciful enough, and I must not help it.

So, He Lang strode out of the valley, and when he reached the mouth of the valley, he hesitated again, stood in place and thought twice, and finally returned.

In a cave that could just accommodate the real body of the Dryad, He Lang put the Dryad on a rock, patted the other party's face, and said coldly: "Wake up, don't you die after sucking blood, you can suck it, but don't suck too much, otherwise I will turn around and leave." ”

The dryad seemed to hear He Lang's words, and the thin branch slowly lifted up, stretched out towards He Lang's left arm, and gently pierced the branch into He Lang's left arm, and began to suck blood.

He Lang thought to himself, why didn't this dryad prick his chest this time? Could it be that he was afraid that he would be unhappy and that no one would care about it after he left angrily?

After a while, the branch was pulled out of He Lang's arm, the dryad opened his eyes, looked at He Lang, and looked down at the wound on his shoulder that had been bandaged by He Lang, his eyes were full of tears, and he begged softly: "Don't go, the old man will never treat you as food and blood bags in the future, you stay." ”

He Lang thought it was very strange, what kind of trouble was this dryad, did he pretend to be pitiful to himself in order not to let himself leave?

Pretending to be pathetic is his forte, and he won't be impressed by the vicious Dryad.

He made up his mind that he must not let the other party's trick succeed, and when it was no longer in danger, he would leave without hesitation.

That night, under He Lang's nose, the dryad changed back to its original form and became a tree.

He Lang whispered to Brother Jing: "What do you think this monster means?

Brother Jing said: "Its heart is actually not bad, but it is still young and does not distinguish between right and wrong, you can help it." ”

He Lang was surprised: "That monster is an old man, I think it is an old monster who has become a spirit." ”

Brother Jing smiled: "That should be the spoken language it learned, I think it is only three or four years old." ”

He Lang froze in place when he heard this, he always thought that the dryad was an old monster who had become a spirit, but it looked like a child, and when he heard Brother Jing say this, he suddenly felt that his hatred for the dryad had disappeared for the most part.

He Lang found that if the dryad sucked his blood in the future, it would be pierced through both arms, and it would not suck much each time.

In this way, after nearly twenty days, the dryad still did not take on a human form.

He Lang wanted to leave here earlier, there were still many things waiting for him outside, he wanted to find Liu Yongquan who was separated from him, and he also wanted Lan Yun to know that he was safe and sound, and if he was always in this wilderness, everything would be delayed.

So on this day, after the dryad gently pierced his arm again, He Lang said coldly: "You deliberately don't want to get better, what is the difference between sucking so much and mosquito bites?

So under He Lang's protest, the dryad's branches gradually changed from yellow to light green, and then to dark green.

On this day, He Lang just woke up, slowly opened his eyes, and saw a magnified face appear in front of him, He Lang was startled, and sat up with a turnover. "What are you going to do? As soon as you change into a human form, are you going to be a monster?"

"No, the old man just wanted to see you, did you wake up, but I didn't expect you to wake up as soon as I saw it. As if he had done something wrong, the dryad bowed his head and replied earnestly.

"Do you know what the old man means, an old man, do you like to pretend to be an old monster so much?" He Lang said angrily.

"The old man is what I mean, is there anything wrong?" the other party was puzzled.

"Where did you hear that?" He Lang felt like he was talking to an alien.

"It's the old white-bearded man who put me in the cave, he said. The dryad whispered as he secretly raised his head and glanced at He Lang.

It seems that Brother Jing is right, this dryad is indeed a child who is not very old and does not distinguish between right and wrong.