Chapter 548: Old Ancestor's Sick and Weak Husband (35)

Her tone was filled with disdain for the dryad.

The eyes are even more arrogant and unscrupulous.

The dryad was attacked and was so angry that he used the remaining vines to hit her.

"Shameless villain, you dare to hurt this seat and take your life!"

This tree demon has been cultivating for a hundred years, but it feeds on the flesh and soul of the child.

Now a hundred years, but there are three or four hundred years of cultivation.

Fight against it, if it is placed in her heyday, she will not blink her eyes and extinguish it.

But right now, she only has the cultivation of the middle stage of Jindan, and she has only endless spiritual power to support her, so she can barely fight with it.

After discovering her shortcomings, Fuyue did not fight the dryad head-on.

From within the space, countless high-level magic weapons were thrown out of one go, and they were thrown on the dryad without money.

With the explosion of "bang bang bang".

At this moment, Fuyue suddenly threw a homemade thunderbolt from the space, and the dryad was quite good at catching it.

Swallowed the giant thunderbolt in one fell swoop.

Seeing Fuyue's movements pause, she thought that she had thrown all the magic weapons, and laughed wildly.

"There's nothing to throw away, right? Hahahaha! Right now...... Belch! ”

Before it could finish speaking, the thunderbolt it had swallowed into its stomach suddenly exploded.

The dryad was terrified, but unable to resist it, and watched as it exploded, and finally let out a terrible scream and disappeared into the forest.

When the thunderbolt exploded, Fuyue hid far away with his long sword so as not to hurt the innocent.

Listen to the sound of the ghost crying wolf that was released from the dryad's body after it exploded.

Fuyue frowned, took out a magic weapon that absorbed **, and put away these souls that could not die well because of their tragic deaths.

Prepare to wait for her to return to the cultivation realm, and ask a highly respected monk to help her.

After all, they were innocent little lives, and she couldn't have watched them end up in the end.

After waiting for the smoke to clear, she flew back and took out a dark green bead with black gas in a pile of unknown liquid.

After retracting the beads into the space, Fuyue directly lit a fire, cremating the dryad's body, and then checked that there was nothing unusual around before leaving.

When she gets back to the town.

But at the entrance of the town, I saw a stalled luxury carriage.

Almost at a glance, she saw Xiao Wu standing in front of the carriage, and the owner sitting in the carriage, needless to say, must be that Rong Jian.

I don't know why.

Fuyue suddenly appeared in her mind, the self in the painting that day, for a while, her heart was scolded, and she turned around and was about to run.

However, Xiao Wu discovered her existence one step ahead of her.

stepped forward and picked up her shirt directly, like pinching a chicken, and led her to the carriage and threw it down.

Fuyue was reacting violently, but Xiao Wu suddenly let go.

She slammed on the hard wooden plank, groaned in pain, and when she raised her eyes, she met a pair of gentle eyes.

"Coming back?"

Floating Moon: .........

Can I say I didn't want to come back?

She chuckled and nodded slightly, "Hmm...... Came back......"

Rong Jian nodded, her gaze crossed her face to look at Xiao Wu, "Let's leave." ”

After Xiao Wu held the long sword and bowed his head slightly, he jumped into the carriage and drove away.

Before Fuyue could react, after being jolted for a while, he got up from the carriage with a bone.

As a result, a large stone suddenly struck the wheel of the carriage and shook violently, causing Fuyue to almost roll off the carriage.