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Feng Chaoge put Song Xuan'er in his arms flat on a piece of bluestone, looked up at the blue sky, and then looked at the beautiful wilderness, there are birds soaring in the sky, the beautiful trees are verdant in the wilderness, and the vines are stacked around a flower tree hanging with various colors of flowers and plants. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Coming out of the lost land, although Nangong Yun is usually very aggressive, he has a respect that borders on fear for Song Xuan'er, and Luo Yusheng used his serious injury as an excuse to push away the beauty of supporting Song Xuan'er, a moving woman with good looks and wisdom.

Feng Chaoge was able to 'hug the beauty', the sixteen-year-old age was in that hazy period, nephrite jade was really unbearable in Huaifeng Chaoge, and the virgin fragrance emanating from Song Xuan'er made Feng Chaoge's heart agitate several times, and every time his eyes met, Feng Chaoge was like an electric shock.

This is a fucking technical job, girlish feelings are always poetry, Song Xuan'er is not stupid, don't be shy, but there is a temptation to cover up, this scene has to say that Feng Chaoge has no dirty thoughts in his mind, to put it bluntly, even he Feng Chaoge doesn't believe it.

Feng Chaoge, who put Song Xuan'er down, felt a sense of relief, which was even more laborious than the battle with Yufeng.

Nangong Yun couldn't help but laugh.

Luo Yusheng looked high, and there was a little hypocrisy of the scholar who was worried about the new words, and he didn't squint, but judging from the shaking muscles of his face, this guy might be happy because of Feng Chaoge's embarrassment.

The most heartless thing is to be stupid this little thing, along the way with Song Xuan'er mixed up, no, Song Xuan'er just sat on the bluestone slab, this little thing ran over to sell cute, the little lizard tail wagged and wagged, it was really fucking like a dog, the key is that this little guy also rubbed hard into Song Xuan'er's arms, and the dirty little beast claws left a few clear 'evidence' on the clothes outside the full four taels of meat on Song Xuan'er's chest, and the groping pig hand came here.

The most hateful Song Xuan'er didn't know that she was rubbed with oil by this little bastard, but she was so stupid and laughed that she leaned forward and leaned back, this scene saw Nangong Yun almost lost her anger and left a nosebleed, this is also too charming.

Feng Chaoge retracted his thoughts, glanced at Luo Yusheng, remembered the sword dance of the white-clothed swordsman, and asked Luo Yusheng, a swordsman who didn't talk about everyone, but finally had a bit of Taoism: "Luo Yusheng, what is the key to your sword practice?"

"Fast, accurate, ruthless, one blow is deadly. Luo Yusheng said almost without thinking.

"Then have you ever thought that in fact, swordsmanship, maybe you can practice it like this?" Feng Chaoge said, taking the sword from Luo Yusheng's hand, the black sword in Jiaxing City couldn't be brought out at all, and it turned into powder when it rushed into the space.

Feng Chaoge closed his eyes, and recalled the scene of the white-clothed swordsman dancing the sword in his mind, his heart moved as he pleased, and he swung a sword as he wanted, without too many fancy movements, very gently, and there was no so-called sword mang, just a random wave, but there was a kind of freehand style that returned to the basics, containing a real general trend.

Luo Yusheng was dumbfounded.

The folding fan in Nangong Yun's hand was unfolded, and then retracted, and he was in a trance for a moment.

Song Xuan'er has beautiful eyes, and there is a faint vanity, is this the fucking man I Song Xuan'er has a crush on? Phew, the old lady also has a day of thinking about spring? Song Xuan'er despised herself once.

But this kind of self-deception and contempt, maybe a few more times, she Song Xuan'er doesn't care. Women are sometimes very strange creatures, and they may not even know themselves.

Luo Yusheng is not stupid, on the contrary, he is talented and intelligent, and he realized a little mystery from Feng Chaoge's rare movements, took the sword, held it in his hand, and pondered.

"I want to go back to Qingyun Town, and I know from Yufeng's mouth that maybe Feng Liuhua will have a big disaster, if you want to continue to enter the depths of the Great Wilderness, we will part ways. Feng Chaoge gathered his thoughts and said.

Several people didn't speak, this multiple-choice question is not difficult, the crisis of the wilderness, staying may not be guaranteed, sometimes, the chance of this thing has to depend on fate.

"Danger and opportunity coexist, but now the situation is grim, in fact, it's just like that, maybe it's a big pie painted by others, and then lead a basket of so-called masters to bury themselves in the belly of the fish, and make wedding clothes for others, hey, I miss the little lady in the golden house at home, so let's go back!" Nangong Yun stretched his waist and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

The great wilderness that removes the vision is clear, or this great wilderness is like the face of a girl, and it will change when you say it.

Luo Yusheng was noncommittal, he took a deep look at the depths of the wilderness, raised his hand, and then put it down, and there was a little more relief in his eyes.

"Let's go!" Feng Chaoge said, glanced at Song Xuan'er, frowned slightly, and asked, "How long will it take to recover?"

Song Xuan'er's face changed slightly, and she stopped talking.

Feng Chaoge rudely picked her up by the waist, and the four of them began to walk out of the wilderness.

Along the way, it was not calm, and a few people met a group of other sect disciples who had gone into the mountain from time to time to practice, and the clothes and materials were excellent, but the body covered in mud and embarrassed looked very inconsistent with the identity.

Sometimes, after a few more glances at those outsiders who were obviously suffering in the Great Wilderness, someone would glare at them viciously. Feng Chaoge is too lazy to care, but Nangong Yun is not such a good talker, after walking for three days, this guy has clashed with five groups of people, and there are no dead people, this guy is nothing more than a pile of hidden weapons to greet the past, which makes people retreat.

Three days later, at noon.

The great wilderness went down to the dripping rain, the barren mountains and mountains, shrouded in the haze of smoke and rain at the moment, looming like a virgin shyness, but quite a freehand poetry.

A man and a woman walked in the wilderness, the man was about forty years old, and his face was a little tired, but his resolute face was always vigilant and did not relax at all.

The woman is about eighteen years old, and her colorful clothes are stained with blood in many places, mixed with sludge, just like a villager who has fled to a foreign country.

"Phoenix, if we can't find Feng Chaoge again, let's enter the south, and then turn to Fancheng from the Qingshui River, it's not a way to go on like this, perhaps, he is dead, Feng Laojiu has been damaged, you have seen my body, or the next time the people of the desolate clan catch up, I may not be able to protect your safety." The middle-aged man sighed slightly, there was some mist in his eyes, as if he thought of the guy who had been fighting with him all his life and would never be able to drink it, the day before yesterday he just covered them to escape, and was torn apart by a strong man with the divine power of a desolate clan, turning into a blood mist in the sky, and he and the woman in front of him, fled and fought, suffered a lot of injuries, and finally got rid of those devils.

The bloodstained woman walked to the edge of a gurgling stream, took a handful of water to wash her face, and her dirty face, with the sludge washed away, revealed a delicate face, which could not be said to be beautiful and fragrant, but there was such an indescribable charm.

She turned around and sat on a rock by the stream, all kinds of thrilling experiences in the past half a month made her seem a little frightened at the moment, she suddenly raised her head, let the rain hit her face, and felt a little sour in her heart, especially when she knew some unknown secrets.

"Hmm!"

The woman nodded, obviously having given up such an aimless search, she stood up, gathered the green silk of her sideburns, looked at the blood and sludge on her colorful clothes, and frowned slightly.

She has actually had a habit of cleanliness since she was a child, and a thrilling chase and escape along the way made her have a deep grudge against the so-called brother at the moment.

Suddenly--

A dangerous aura came, and the man beside the woman was like a great enemy, and the woman instantly lost her complexion.

"Roar!"

A roar was like thunder, and it instantly rang in the ears of the two of them.

A fierce tiger suddenly sprang out of the jungle, its body was about two meters long and more than one meter high, obviously not an ordinary tiger, but some kind of mutated species in the Great Wilderness.

Groov!

The middle-aged man and the woman turned pale almost at the same time.

The tiger was very hostile, and its copper bell-like eyes exuded a cold murderous aura, as if he didn't expect to meet a lone food here. It has met several waves of people in the past few days, all of them in groups, and even encountered many people chasing and intercepting them, if it weren't for its familiarity with this jungle, I am afraid that it would have become the ghost of those who walked upright on two legs.

"Roar!"

It roared at the middle-aged man and woman, and suddenly rushed over, leaping into the air, and the huge claws of the beast fiercely grabbed the head of the woman who was walking in front.

The middle-aged man pulled the woman behind him, and then took off one of the claws of the giant tiger, the claws of the beast pierced his chest, and the blood was gushing, the middle-aged man slapped a palm, a bright light erupted from the palm, and the hideous killing intent was forced out, and the punch directly hit the tiger's head, instantly exploding a bloody flower.

Eerie and bewitching.

Blood flowers bloomed in the air, mixed with the rain, and there was a few more terrifying breaths in this place.

"Either you die, or I die, survival is the only law of the Great Wilderness, it's cruel. The middle-aged man smiled lightly, looked at the tiger whose head exploded, and staggered back a few steps, if he was at his peak, killing such a beast would be just a gesture, but in the past half a month of escaping, the combat power has been consumed too much, and he was barely killed, but his injuries were even more serious.

The woman covered her mouth, looking at the middle-aged man whose chest was pierced, tears slid through her face, in the past half a month, in the face of crises again and again, she was originally pampered, and her spirit almost collapsed.

"Uncle Eleven, are you okay. The woman asked with concern. And at this moment, in her deep heart, she has a little more hatred for her half-brother. (The novel "Ancient Blood Emperor" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued.) )