Chapter 203

  The sky is full of wind and clouds.

  When Duan Qianxiao woke up, there was no pain on his body.

  He looked around and wondered - where was this?

  I still remember that before, I entered the door, and the last picture was......

  "Bang!"

  At this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking the sky in front of him, and a huge air flow swept in, and Duan Qianxiao Huo Ran raised his head!

  The cold black wind blade shot out, and the surrounding wind and sand swept away the rocks, and the trees were uprooted--

  Duan Qianxiao immediately wanted to dodge, but the pain in his body slowed down his reaction. The black wind blade sliced through the robe, slicing wounds, and blood gushing out.

  Black wings fell from the top of his head, and Duan Qianxiao looked at the approaching black shadow in front of him with fear.

  The tattoo covered half of the man's face, and his eyes were sharp and murderous.

  What was amazing was that when he woke up, Duan Qianxiao didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations, and even now that the Black Feather Man was standing in front of him, he didn't feel any signs of life.

  The person in front of him is a human or a ghost.

  The tearing pain on his body, Duan Qianxiao would not think that this was a fantasy. Now that his serious injuries have not healed, he does not have the extra strength to resist.

  Duan Qianxiao's eyes were cold, and he took out a white jade bottle from the storage ring and poured the elixir down in one go, and at the same time drew his sword out of its sheath and prepared for a fighting posture.

  Spiritual power is swimming within the body, and physical wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  The black-feathered man in front of him suddenly let out a sharp birdsong, and then flashed to his side in an instant, and countless wind blades overwhelmingly pressed over-

  Duan Qianxiao's pupils constricted, and he was about to condense a spiritual power barrier, when suddenly a force gently enveloped him and resisted the attack!

  He looked up in surprise.

  On the rocks not far away, stood a spirit beast with horns on its head. Its body is covered with multicolored scales that glisten in the sun.

  The spiritual power barrier on his body was emanating from its horns.

  ——

  This is?

  Duan Qianxiao couldn't say the name of this spirit beast, he was sure that he had never seen it in the Qianteng Realm, maybe it was a creature unique to the Qingyuan Small Realm.

  Here, after the spiritual power barrier resisted the attack, the spirit beast flew directly towards the Black Feather Man, and its horns condensed a palpitating power, heading straight towards the Black Feather Man-

  "Boom!"

  The surrounding stones turned to powder, and the terrible cries of the black-feathered people echoed in the air!

  Then, he turned into a black gas and dispersed, disappearing into thin air.

  After the dust and ashes cleared, Duan Qianxiao saw that there was a black sewn doll left on the ground, the handiwork was not exquisite, it was a bit like a black crow.

  Some of the fabric from which it was sewn stretched open, revealing the cotton wool and straw within, with a few wings scattered next to it.

  What is this again? It looks like a child's handiwork.

  A strange thought permeated his heart, Duan Qianxiao thought, the black feather man just now couldn't be the illusion of this thing in front of him, right?

  His eyes flashed with thought.

  After the colorful spirit beast solved all this, it came to Duan Qianxiao's side and looked at him with those warm eyes, with a curious look in his eyes.

  "Thank you for saving me." Duan Qianxun said softly.

  "It's fine." A small voice came to my ears.

  At a moment, Duan Qianxiao thought that he was hallucinating, but when he looked around, there was no shadow of anyone else around him.

  So this voice just now came from the mouth of the spirit beast in front of you?

  "How did you get here?" The spirit beast in front of him spoke again, his eyes were clean and pure, and there was a faint flash of blue light.

  Duan Qianxiao was still immersed in the shock that the spirit beast could speak, and it took him a while to come back to his senses and replied, "I don't know either, I woke up and found it here." ”

  After hearing this, the colorful spirit beast nodded and looked into the distance, as if listening to something.

  Duan Qianxiao stood up with some difficulty and asked, "What kind of place is this?" ”

  "You people from the outside world often call this place the Qingyuan Small Realm."

  Qingyuan small world?

  Countless doubts flashed through his heart, Duan Qianxiao just wanted to say something, but accidentally pulled the wound just now, and blood gushed out in a steady stream, dripping to the ground.

  The spirit beast's ears moved, and he turned his head to look at him, seeing his pained expression.

  Its eyes flickered, and the most recent one turned and leaped into the bushes.

  "Eh, don't go—"

  Duan Qianxiao saw that it was gone, and he was a little anxious in his heart. He didn't know anyone well here, and he finally had a living creature who could ask a few words, and he wanted to figure out how to get out of here.

  He immediately followed, only to see the colorful spirit beast suddenly emerge from the bushes, with a few grasses and unknown flowers in its mouth.

  The spirit beast walked up to Duan Qianxiao, put the thing beside him, and motioned for him to accept it.

  "It's ...... For me? Duan Qianxiao asked.

  He thought, maybe this spirit beast likes to eat grass, he thinks he likes to eat too. The intention was very good, and he was a little embarrassed to refuse.

  But he really doesn't like to eat grass.

  The Colorful Spirit Beast saw the hesitation in his eyes and spoke, "This is for the treatment of internal injuries. ”

  "I see, thank you." Duan Qianxiao smiled heartily.

  He followed the spirit beast on this path, and after taking the herb, he felt that his condition was much better.

  "Do the spirit beasts in this realm know how to speak?" Duan Qianxiao asked.

  "Some, but most of the creatures can understand you, and of course some have lost their minds, but they can't be called spirit beasts anymore."

  Duan Qianxiao became curious after hearing this: "How can you say this?" ”

  To make a prairie, you need a clover and a bee. A clover, a bee, and a dream. If there are few bees, dreams alone will do. —Dickinson

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