The two cubs had their eyes half-open, as if they could not see, and they sensed that something had broken into the house without permission, and they moved and sniffed a few times.

A look of confusion appeared on his face: Alas, it's not the smell of mother... What's so big and big that's in the way?

I couldn't figure out the situation a little, and I couldn't help but shake my head, but I didn't get out of the hole, and I didn't do anything, my fat round body turned around, turned my head, and leaned my head on the hole and lay down quietly.

Mei'er rejoiced in her heart: Fortunately, at this time, the pace of winter is approaching, it is the season for bears to store food, and the mother bear must be busy outside at this time, and she is not at home, and the bear does not seem to have learned to eat people, otherwise, this life is at rest!

At this moment, he felt that the enemy outside was close at hand, so he had to press Zhao Zihan slightly with his left hand, and said in his ear in a voice as thin as a gnat: "Hold your breath~~, turtle... Interest..."

The two of them hid in the bear cave and held their breath.

But hearing the sound of footsteps outside the cave, the man circled the old elm tree outside the zhang, as if unwilling, and turned around again for a while, and then stopped at the edge of the cliff.

After a moment of silence, I heard the man mutter, "Bear?" "Fell off a cliff?"

After a while, there was a "hula" sound outside the tree hole, and I felt that the man rose up, flew towards the mountain, seemed to land on the ridge but stopped.

Yukako Iijima supported Liu Zijian with difficulty with his left hand, and set up Huaming Building on his right arm, and the three of them stumbled and fled to the village, looking extremely unbearable, and it seemed that they would fall down at any time.

Since the birth of Jiazi's mother's belly, there has never been such an embarrassment today, and I can't help but feel aggrieved in my heart, the two teenagers on the left and right are also the best among people, and they have always been high-spirited, how can they ever be so half-dead like today?

But Yukako still maintained enough sobriety, and in her spiritual sense, she clearly felt that the enemy behind her was not chasing, but inexplicably flew towards the mountain, and the two of her accomplices in the river were running wildly, and it seemed that there were no pursuers for the time being, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The three of them walked through the village, and walked to the door of the inn in a slump, but saw that there were crowds of people here, and all kinds of people probably didn't know what was going on outside, and they showed curious looks on their faces.

Yukako looked around, and the pedestrians on the side avoided it far away, which made her hesitate, and she didn't know where to go for a while, thinking that the most anxious thing was that the two guys around her had to find a place to heal first, so she walked into the store.

But she had only walked two steps, but was stopped by a middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy businessman in the crowd: "Hey, hey, I said a few little immortal masters, little courage, ask the immortal master for mercy, you can't enter the store." ”

After the man finished speaking, he looked at the few people around him, his eyes were glazed, as if he was trying to wink at him, and suddenly several people stepped forward and stood in a row with the rich merchant, with the same meaning in their eyes as the rich merchant.

"If we wait for a few opponents to hit here, under the immortal power, how can we have any lives? The little ones are begging the immortal master for help!" After the rich merchant finished speaking, he made a series of gestures, and his expression was extremely respectful.

A young man who looked like a shopkeeper couldn't bear it, and wanted to come forward to help Kako and his party enter the store, but he was glared at by the rich businessman, and then stretched out a few hands to grab him indiscriminately, and the young man was immediately pulled and pulled back helplessly.

Yukazi was stunned for a moment, looked at the crowd, took two steps back, and only heard Liu Zijian's voice on the right hand side as thin as a mosquito: "Let me down, let's...", paused for a moment, and then continued: "Post station." ”

After speaking, he lowered his head and put his head on Yukako's shoulder softly, but he couldn't support it anymore and fainted......

**

Post.

Although the night is getting darker, it is still bustling here.

Just now, there was a chaotic sound in the village and at the entrance of the opposite village, and the figures flew in mid-air, flashing with light, and the sword aura was all over the sky, and it was obvious that the cultivators were fighting and fighting.

This time, Xichu is not declaring war on Daqin, and the news of the war between the two countries has not yet reached the people at this time, even if the monsters are rampant, the zombies are rampant, and the people only say that there is a disaster in the world, and no one can think of the truth of the matter.

Because of this, although some of the young children were so frightened that they drilled into the arms of adults, and some were so frightened that they cried, there were also many half-grown girls and children who watched with curiosity and curiosity, and even a few of them were shouting, jumping and jumping, and their dirty faces were full of excitement and envy.

Many people have seen magicians and monks fight in this world, and the elders often tell the children about a time when they saw a monk or a skilled magician fighting.

Becoming a cultivator, flying to the sky, killing people for thousands of miles, and killing all the demons in the world is the biggest life dream of many teenagers and girls.

The one-armed old man at the post station and a few elders who seemed to know everything and had a beard that was about to drag to the ground muttered for a while, and then said: Don't panic, everyone, the immortal master can fight away from it.

As long as it's not the demon clan who is attacking, it's not uncommon for our human race's immortal masters to have an internal strife, and they will fight on their own, so they won't run over and get along with us ant-like civilians.

The people thought so, and they were not afraid.

At this time, a crescent moon was rising in the sky, and the purple moonlight was sprinkled all over the earth, and the fight between the immortal masters over there seemed to be over, and no movement could be heard in the village and the east of the village.

Some people took out the flatbread from the tie, broke off a piece of it "boom", and then handed it to the family members beside them, while others took out pots, pans, spoons and kitchen knives from large and small carriages, donkey carts, wheelbarrows, and wheelbarrows, picked up a few stones and made a half-circle, stuffed the dead branches, boiled a pot of water, took out the dry and hard dough, and prepared to cut the dough with a knife.

The one-armed old man Zhang Lao walked around in the crowd, staring at a pair of somewhat cloudy old eyes, looking east and west.

Seeing a sturdy woman flying with a knife, brushing the ground and flying into the pot with a thin and uniform thickness of the dough, he couldn't help but secretly think: If you go back a few years, our wife will be no worse than her.

At this moment, he saw that the crowd in the east seemed to be in turmoil, and even some children were so frightened that they cried.

So he saw a white-haired girl carrying a person on her back, and she also helped a person into the fleeing crowd.

More than 10 years ago, in the battle of Dalinghe, he was cut off an arm by a fierce demon soldier in a charge, and then came here to be a post officer.

From time to time, there are also immortal masters in the post station, and Zhang Lao naturally recognized these people at a glance as the immortal masters of the human race, but he was apprehensive in his heart: The guest rooms in the post station have already let a few nobles live there, and these immortal masters seem to be injured one by one, how can this be good?

Zhang Lao was hesitating, there was a sound of breaking the sky in his ears, and another agile figure flew into the air, this person was covered with a green scarf on his head, holding a wide and thick sword in his hand, looking at several immortal masters in the crowd and sneering again and again, approaching step by step, looking complacent.

Looking closely at his costume and figure, it seemed to be one of the two people who flew past the crowd when the immortal master had just started fighting.

This person is masked at night, hiding his head and showing his tail, he must not be a good person, could it be that the cultivator of the demon clan has called?

Zhang Lao was puzzled in his heart, and stepped over with a tight step.

Yukako Iijima carried his hand on his shoulder, and with difficulty took Liu Zijian and Hua Minglou into the fleeing crowd, feeling that he couldn't support it, he gritted his teeth and put the two down, and sat on the ground for a while, panting for breath.

At this time, he heard the sound of breaking the sky not far behind him, and when he turned around from Jiazi, he saw a fat man, with a green scarf wrapped around his head, holding a big sword, and approaching with a sneer.

Yukako "choked" and struggled to pull out two bright sulfur knives from his back, but he felt his body weak and weak.

Let's die here today!

She thought to herself, slowly turned around, and shouted to the people around her: "Everyone get out of the way, there is going to kill people here!"

The twin knives were horizontal in front of her chest, and the bright light of the knives saw the towering of her chest, and also illuminated the determination in her eyes.

The man with the green scarf didn't speak, with a cruel smile on his face, and raised the broad sword in his hand, which was about to be chopped.

But at this moment, Zhang Lao stepped out majestically, stopped in front of Youjiazi, raised his arm, and shouted at the man: "Where did the robbers come from, dare to commit murder here!!"

The man was taken aback, stunned, his spiritual sense was slightly released, and he obviously felt that it was just an old man in his last years, and he was blown down in one breath, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face.

He was about to step forward, but with a "brush" sound, someone seemed to throw a stone, and he saw a little girl with a dirty face and a bad shirt rushing forward, waving her little hands and screaming: "Hit this bad guy!"

There was a "pop", but someone threw a shoe over, and suddenly, "pop", "pop", "pop, pop..." The crowd suddenly surged, and the shoes, stones, dough, vegetables, donkey dung and eggs, were thrown over.

How powerful is this man, where can these things hit him? I saw that his figure only blurred, blurred, and blurred, and then again, and then he stood there for a long time, still with a warm smile on his face.

Hmmm? Not true!

Although his face was covered with a green scarf, there seemed to be something greasy dripping down the lower half of his face that was not covered by the green scarf, and he didn't have time to think about it, and wiped it off his face with one hand.

I actually felt that I hadn't wiped it clean, and my hands were sticky.

When you raise your hand, you can see that the white, white, green, and green mucus seems to be snot? If not, then what is it?

He couldn't help feeling nauseous, but before he could recover his strength, he saw a sturdy woman with a spoonful of hot soup, and the heat was still boiling, and she rushed over to make a splash.

Then a thin lewd man came running up to her, took the woman's hand, and cried out, "Noodles, noodles!"

At this time, I heard someone in the crowd shouting: "Splash him dog R!"

Then someone shouted, "Splash him!"

One two times, three times and four times, the crowd suddenly erupted in shouts all day long: "Splash him, splash him, splash him!"

......

One was higher than the other, one was more neat than the other, and the huge sound wave finally merged into a rolling torrent, which was deafening.

The man was stunned for a moment, and his heart was depressed, neither advancing, nor retreating, nor killing or cutting.

This group of people, if not a thousand, has eight hundred, right?

The time has not yet come, and this action must be covered up and hidden, and mortals in the territory of Chu cannot be killed at will.

The three dolls in it are not the right idea for this trip, and it doesn't matter if they kill or not, there are so many Chu people here, and they can't all be killed in one go!

Looking at the surging crowd, this man struggled in his heart, while he had to suppress the killing intent in his chest, while forcibly maintaining a smile on his face, he gradually felt that his whole body was stiff, and his smile was more ugly than crying.

After standing for a moment, he suddenly roared and roared, volleyed up in the air, and went far away in a few flashes.