"Dead girl! I still want to run away after being hurt!"

The arrogant and resentful man who was blind in one eye rushed to the sky, and flew forward, waving his giant claws and slapping at the pregnant Qiao in the teleportation formation.

Wu Xian threw the Seagod Fork in his hand into the teleportation formation, and yelled at Pregnant Qiao, "Hurry up, it's too late if you don't leave!" After speaking, he turned around and met the arrogant. But after all, this red shirt is only a Taiyi Shangxian in the realm of a third-grade immortal, where is the arrogant opponent, his head was smashed by an arrogant claw, and his entire body burst open, turning into a ball of plasma and bursting away.

"No—"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she fell into the middle of the formation and cried bitterly. Wu Xian...... If she hadn't helped her escape, maybe the two of them wouldn't have died.

The golden mangs in the teleportation formation became more and more prosperous, and the petite figure of Pregnant Qiao flickered a few times, and it was about to disappear.

"Little girl, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you can't escape from the palm of my hand! If I catch you, I will definitely tear you to pieces with my own hands!"

A loud "boom" sounded, and the teleportation formation couldn't withstand the impact of the water wave, and cracked in the middle, and the golden light on the formation also dissipated, but there was no trace of Pregnant Qiao. He bared his fangs and roared angrily, and the terrifying sound rang out hundreds of miles away.

......

When she opened her eyes, she was woken up by pain. Her chest cavity was pierced by a fierce claw, and the blood in her body was about to drain. She was struck by the aftermath of the wave that was thrown out of the water by arrogance, and there was a tearing pain in her internal organs! But she finally escaped from the sea area, from the arrogant clutches of the fierce beast, but Wu Xian and Chi Xian stayed there forever, never to return.

A line of clear tears slowly slid down the corners of her eyes, and the deaths of Wu Xian and Chi Yu made her feel guilty.

It took a moment for her to wipe away the tears from her cheeks, and she struggled to sit up, finding herself lying in a thatched hut. This thatched house looks very simple, the four walls are ventilated, there is not even a bed, the ground is full of potholes, and there is no trace of any formation, it seems that the teleportation formation in the depths of the trench is one-way, and she doesn't know where she was teleported. She tried to stand up against the wall, but the wound on her chest was touched, and there was a sharp pain that almost made her faint again.

Pregnant Qiao's face turned pale, and she sat there panting, if only she could use the talisman to heal her wounds, she would not end up in such a mess. She can't stay here all the time, she has to figure out what this place is, and even if she chases after her, she has a way to deal with it.

There was a cacophony of sounds across the wall, and it sounded like a lively market nearby. Have you already come to the territory of Taixuandu in Xuanzhou in the north?

Pregnant Qiao took off the bloody clothes on her body, took out some medicine powder to stop bleeding and dissolve blood stasis and applied it to the wound on her chest, carefully bandaged the wound with a fine cloth, changed into a clean shirt for herself, tied her long hair on the top of her head, took out a fence and put it on her head, covering the dark red scar on her face. It's just such a few simple actions, but she is tired and sweaty.

After getting dressed, she pushed open the door of the thatched hut and walked out.

The sun outside is a bit dazzling, and the air is filled with sultry humidity, which is due to the unique geography of the three islands and ten continents. As she guessed in her heart, this is indeed a lively market. It's just that this market is different from the one she has seen in the past, in addition to wine shops, restaurants and armor shops, there are also some very distinctive shops.

Not long after she walked out of the door, she was attracted by a small stall selling rattan weaving in the corner of the market. The stall owner was a seven or eight-year-old boy who wore a white short coat, gray sandals, and bamboo shoes. In front of his stall were several bamboo pipes and baskets, as well as bamboo praying mantis and scale insects, all of which were worthless knick-knacks.

At this moment, the boy lowered his head and was concentrating on weaving a bamboo dragonfly from the bamboo piece in his hand, and the bamboo dragonfly looked lifelike, as if it would flutter its wings and fly away from the boy's hand in the next moment.

The boy was so focused on his craft that he didn't even notice that he was standing in front of the stall. What attracted Pregnant Qiao to stop and stay was not the bamboo weaving in the young man's hand, but the focused craftsman spirit in the young man.

The human heart is fragile, everyone is afraid of loneliness, and Pregnant Qiao has experienced the hardships of the world, the pain of love and hatred and parting! Just like the young man in front of him, no matter how delicately the bamboo weaving in his hand is, it will not change his miserable fate, but he still indulges in it without distraction! This young man is like a faint firelight, illuminating the endless darkness, making Pregnant Qiao feel a trace of warmth, and regain the long-lost friendship in the world......

Pregnant Qiao faintly felt that her Dao heart was about to break through again, so she gently closed her eyes, and silently recited the content of the third volume of the Ancient Book of Heaven: "The so-called ordinary person, Changde does not leave, and returns to the baby; Changde does not hesitate, and returns to the infinite; for the valley of the world, Changde is sufficient; and the true way of normality, the enlightened person ......is self-satisfied."

The vicissitudes of the world are the most fickle, and only by staying in the heart, returning to the state of infantile innocence, and returning to the simplicity of Wuji, can we not lose ourselves.

Pregnant Qiao slowly opened her eyes, her dark eyes were extremely deep, and the momentum on her body was completely different from before. Even the hideous, terrifying dark red scars on her body seemed to be lighter in color.

The breakthrough of the Dao Heart took an extremely short time, almost in an instant. The young stall owner didn't notice anything unusual, and was still intently fiddling with the bamboo weaving in his hand.

Pregnant Qiao smiled lightly, and couldn't bear to interrupt the young man, but since she was able to meet this young man here and realize the content of the Ancient Scroll Heavenly Book, it could be regarded as a delicate fate. Pregnant Qiao took out a brocade bag full of the best fairy crystals, put the brocade bag in the bamboo basket next to the stall, and took a turquoise bamboo dragonfly with her hand, and played with it in her hand.

The young man finally finished weaving the bamboo dragonfly in his hand, and saw that there was a gorgeous brocade bag in the bamboo basket in front of his stall, so he hurriedly raised his head and looked around, only to see the back of a woman wearing a fence and wearing black clothes from a distance. The boy scratched his head, took the bag and opened it to take a look, his mouth wide open in disbelief.

"Ah Li, what's wrong with you? Is it possible that gold has fallen from the sky, do you be surprised?" An old man selling fat powder next to him smiled, stepped forward and patted the young man on the shoulder.