Cheng Yuan didn't leave immediately, he seemed to be more concerned about the Dryad's injury, so he said kindly: "Demon Tree, how are you now?

After seeing that the other party mentioned the master, the tree demon reflexively hurriedly said: "Don't, I can recover by myself, you don't want to be here, hurry up!"

Cheng Yuan still didn't leave, but seemed to be waiting for someone.

The elder brother returned, followed by a servant, who came in panting and carrying a half-large basket.

Senior Brother waved his hand away and said respectfully to Cheng Yuan: "Master, everything you want is here." ”

Cheng Yuan walked to the basket and looked down, only to see that there was a bright snow inside, which was the steel shackles of the binding magic weapon he specially purchased, these shackles were made of tin steel, and they were very strong, not to mention ordinary people, even the masters of Jindan and Yuanying, and there was nothing they could do about it.

He hunched down from the basket and picked up a pair of shackles, which were locked to He Lang's ankles with two clicks.

He Lang already knew that they were uneasy and kind, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he hurriedly said loudly: "What are you going to do, let me go!"

Before he could say the next word, the other party slashed He Lang with a palm knife and knocked He Lang unconscious.

I don't know how long it took for He Lang to wake up, and he hurriedly looked down at his hands and feet.

At first glance, I couldn't help but tremble with anger, I saw that he had an iron ring on his wrist, and the chain was connected to the wall behind him, and then he looked at his other hand and feet, which were also connected to the wall behind him.

scolded in my heart, Cheng Yuan, when Lao Tzu goes out, you will not have to die well.

From the moment he found out that he was locked hands and feet, he began to desperately try to break free from the shackles with his aura, but he didn't know what demon magic the other party had put on him, and his body couldn't carry the aura at all.

There was silence around him, only the four-meter-tall magic tree.

After the recent encounter, He Lang deeply felt that he had been in bad luck recently, and his disfigurement was just that, and now he was still being handpicked up as a snack, he didn't know what bad things he had done in his previous life, and he had to bear it in his life.

He was ready to burn incense to ward off evil spirits once he was free.

The courtyard where He Lang and the dryad stayed was empty all day long, and there was no one to see, probably knowing that the magic tree was in this small courtyard, and it was too late to hide, and no one dared to approach.

He Lang didn't stop thinking about escaping these days, he had almost nothing else to do except being sucked by the dryad every day, he used blades, sticks, daggers, hooks and even threads for sewing clothes, and everything he could touch in the space of his left palm, and there was not even a trace left on the iron ring and chain.

Fortunately, the light in this house was good, and he could still remember the time clearly, and it had been thirteen days since he was caught in this small courtyard of the Flying Eagle Gang.

At first, the dryad had to suck his blood three or four times a day, and in the last few days, he had been sucking it almost once a day, and he thought to himself, I'm afraid the monster will be cured.

On this day, He Lang was lying on the ground sleeping, he had nothing else to do but sleep and being sucked blood, and because he was infused with an unknown liquid by the dryad every day, he even saved food.

Suddenly, in his sleep, he felt that his body was being dragged forward with great force, and he immediately woke up.

It turned out that it was the child who was dragging him, and it was studying the iron chain on He Lang's body, and it was surprised and amazed while dragging it.

"Dead monsters, don't disturb my sleep!" He Lang yelled as soon as he saw the other party.

"You must be uncomfortable wearing this lock, right?" asked the childish voice curiously.

"Nonsense, can you put it on and try it, can it be comfortable? It's not that you, the dead monster, are I so miserable? I'm in a bad mood, and I can't drink blood!" He Lang said angrily, knowing that the dryad still cared about the taste of his blood, so he spoke angrily.

"I wanted to open it for you, but ......," the dryad said as he tugged at the chain.

When He Lang heard this, the dryad wanted to help him, so he quickly got up and looked at the other party, and asked, "But what, hurry up and help me open it!"

"It's just that I can't open it either. The dryad said apologetically.

When He Lang heard this, he lay down heavily, and his head was knocked down, and when his heart was not going well, he really drank cold water and stuffed his teeth.

He was so angry that he was about to go crazy, and at the same time he said sharply: "I want to sleep, don't bother me anymore, get out of the way!"

When the dryad saw that the other party was angry, he really stopped making a sound.

Recently, He Lang suddenly found that he had a strange smell on his body.

At first, he thought it was the smell of the dryad, but on this day, as soon as he woke up, he smelled the smell of rotten eggs.

He turned his head to look around, but he didn't see the dryad, and wondered, where did this smell come from?

Not long after, the tree demon was sent back by Cheng Yuan, and there were five or six disciples behind Cheng Yuan.

He Lang found that when those people saw him, they all covered their noses with their hands and looked disgusted.

"Master, why does this stink so much?" said an apprentice who couldn't stand it anymore.

"He must have been demonized by the Devil's Tree, so stay away from him, or you will be hurt by him, and you will be like him if you don't die." ”

When several apprentices heard this, they all flashed far away, and they didn't dare to take another step forward.

When He Lang heard the words of several people, he realized that the smell of rotten eggs came from his body, and he only felt that everything was lost.

For him, being ugly is acceptable, if he smells like this again, then is there still room for him to survive in this world?

Thinking of this, he became completely crazy, he clenched his fists and smashed the iron wall behind him desperately, his mouth was completely unaware of what he was yelling, just yelling.

The rattling of chains and the frantic roar of a desperate man could be heard in the distance.

Cheng Yuan and his disciples saw that the in front of them had gone crazy, and felt that it was quite boring to stay any longer, so they left with a few apprentices after a while.

After a few hours of madness, He Lang's physical strength was also quite serious, he finally quieted down, he calmed down and thought about it, and finally decided that he must escape from the control of this tree demon, go back, only take a look at Mo Fei'er from a distance, and then go to a deserted place to spend the rest of his life.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The dryad is very ignorant, and he is still provoking He Langsheng when he has nothing to love.

"Get out! it's all you, you dead monster, you just kill me with one sword!" He Lang now has no other way out of his anger except to vent his anger at the dryad.

"Don't you want to run, what do you think this is?"

The dryad spoke, only listening to the karakala, a few crisp sounds.

He Lang found that the iron rings on his hands and feet were opened.

He rubbed his wrist in surprise and looked at the dryad in disbelief, the monster had gone out and returned to find the key to open the steel shackles.

After He Lang's hands and feet were freed, he sat cross-legged again, and he found that the aura could move again, and it seemed that the shackles were not only used to restrain hands and feet.

He had a mind spinning around and made up his mind.

He Lang, who was about to die just now, immediately came to his senses, and he wanted to rush to Cheng Yuan immediately and shoot him to death.

Yes, that's probably what he wants to do at the moment.

"Where are you going?" asked the dryad, following behind He Lang.

"I'm going to kill Cheng Yuan, don't follow me, otherwise don't blame me for attacking you first!" He Lang said fiercely, raising his hand and gesturing fiercely at the tree demon.

"You killed him, and you can't run away, don't you want me to help you?" said the dryad in its innocent childlike voice.

Of course, He Lang knew that as long as he struck out the soul condensing qi, he would basically be hollowed out and have no stamina.

But if he doesn't kill Cheng Yuan and avenge the destruction of Hejiazhuang, he won't be able to live in peace for the rest of his life.

So he was ready to die with Cheng Yuan, and as for going back to see Mo Fei'er, it seemed that they were fated to be inseparable, so they had to wait for the next life to see each other again.

He Lang found that the dryad was still following him, afraid that the other party would affect his plans, so he stopped, turned his head and said coldly to the other party: "What are you going to do?

The moment He Lang saw the gaze of the dryad, he actually had an illusion, the illusion that the dryad was about to cry, how could the dryad cry because of himself, at most, it was to see that its favorite food was going to escape, and tried its best to chase it back.

The dryad still remembered that He Lang had hit the pervert of his skill, so after being scolded, he followed from a distance, trying not to let the other party find out.

In the heart of the dryad, He Lang is completely different from other foods, not only is he not afraid of himself, but he often scolds himself, and after being scolded by him many times, he is also reflecting on whether his approach is really wrong.

Therefore, he felt that He Lang was even more different, and through collecting blood from his body for many days, somewhere in his heart seemed to have established an inseparable bond with the other party, but he didn't realize it.

He Lang secretly hid in a corner of the courtyard, leaned out his divine sense to observe Cheng Yuan's whereabouts, and after observing for a long time, he didn't find any trace of the other party, and his true qi was greatly damaged because of the excessive consumption of his divine sense.

He had no choice but to replenish his qi on the spot, thinking of finding a way for Cheng Yuan.

An hour later, he had recovered eighty percent of his strength, and he also thought of a way to lure the snake out of the hole.

So he went back to the courtyard where he had been trapped, found some flammable materials, and lit a fire in the house.

After a while, the house was set on fire, and he watched from the side as the flames turned into flames, and then formed a sea of fire, and then he stepped out of the small courtyard again, and hid near the courtyard, waiting for the person to be found.

Smoke soon rose from the yard, and when people who walked nearby found it, they hurried to report it.

After a while, a few people walked near the small courtyard, but none of them dared to step into the burning courtyard.

After waiting for another cup of tea, the enemy he was looking for rushed back with a group of disciples.

"Useless things, hurry up and put out the fire!" Cheng Yuan said angrily.

As he spoke, he entered the small courtyard, which was already in a sea of fire.

The speed was so fast that before He Lang could aim, the figure disappeared, and he could only wait patiently in place.