Chapter 310: Long and long

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There is not much green grass left in the grassland, the bright moon is in the sky, the ground is full of ravines, full of devastation, a scene of apocalypse.

Not far away, Song Wenbin ran over in a panic, and when he saw Li Molan coughing up blood, he was even more shocked, thinking that he had been seriously injured and dying by the purple-clothed demon Zhao Tishan, and hurriedly said, "Son, how are you?"

Li Molan waved his hand, raised a breath of true anger, and said with a smile: "It's not enough to die, and there shouldn't be any sequelae, if you say that such a hearty battle is good for me and Zhao Tishan, but after all, it is still suppressed, a little bleak, and it is always painful to have injuries on your body." ā€

The old green cow slowly walked to Li Molan's side, looked at it carefully, and roared in a low voice, which was not salty or light, Li Molan asked: "What kind of demon beast is Miss Nie's white donkey, running so fast?"

The old green cow shook his head and said that he didn't know him.

Li Molan sighed: "It's really useless. ā€

The old green cow rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Song Wenbin looked at the exchange between this man and beast, and was stunned, but seeing that Li Molan quickly got up, inserted the sandalwood scabbard in his waist into the field in his hand, and then climbed on the back of the old green cow, he still woke up and said, "Childe is leaving?"

Li Molan waved her hand: "It's really hard to explain such a big battle, and I can't pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger." Although Zhao Tishan painted the ground as a prison so that no one in the caravan of the Pinghu Dart Bureau noticed the things outside, there were always clues, if it was just an ordinary master, they would show respect at most, but it was higher, so high that it was impossible for ordinary people to encounter on weekdays, it would be basically troublesome, and it would inevitably be extraneous, Hong Da and Ling Er's family were good, I don't want them to treat me like a fairy, uncomfortable, I still think that people should be equal to each other. ā€

Song Wenbin knew that the small temple could not keep the great god, and this boy in Tsing Yi had already saved their lives twice, and now he was more virtuous after the dust, he really didn't know how to be grateful, if he was a woman, he would definitely make a promise, maybe he was worried that Li Gongzi would suffer, so he could only sigh and say:" On the caravan's side, I said afterwards, since Gongzi is leaving, there is really nothing to save in the next place, and Gongzi's life-saving grace, Song Wenbin is unforgettable, if he can help Gongzi one day in the future, whether he can do it or not, he will do his best. ā€

Li Molan smiled and accepted his kindness, in fact, they all knew that it would be difficult for the two sides to see each other again, but the kindness was always there, if they met, they would definitely draw their swords to help, and they would also remember their kindness, this is the people in the rivers and lakes.

"That's right. Li Molan touched the remaining half of her cyan sleeve, took out a crumpled piece of paper from it, and handed it to Song Wenbin: "Help me transfer it to Ling Ziwei's little girl, and tell her that although I am not qualified to be her master, I can still give her a lot of help. ā€

Song Wenbin took the paper ball, subconsciously glanced at it, and saw that there were some lines drawn on the paper that he couldn't understand, in addition to the annotations, one by one Juanxiu Xiaokai were densely written on the side of the note, but he retracted his gaze after a glance, and said solemnly: "Understood." ā€

"Then farewell. Li Molan rode on the back of the ox, and simply left, towards the south, and disappeared into the night without looking back.

The night gradually dispersed, and the dawn gradually filled the grassland.

Song Wenbin clutched the piece of paper in his hand, looked at the direction of the Tsing Yi Li Gongzi riding a bull and a sword, and finally bowed down and saluted.

Long and long, and long, and long, a total of four, as if unwilling to kneel kowtow.

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How did Song Wenbin explain the devastated and shocking scenery on the grassland to the people of the caravan Li Molan didn't care, in fact, he was more concerned about the saber scholar who passed by him not long ago.

The little girl with facial paralysis surnamed Nie really had a helper, which made him still a little surprised, and sure enough, the purple-clothed demon Zhao Tishan, who had always been cautious, saw it to the point, and as for the helper, it was naturally the saber scholar with an ordinary face and plain clothes, Li Molan had already determined in his heart that the person was ten ** It is the legendary world sword hunt Zhong Cun He, in front of him Li Molan has an illusion that he is afraid that he may not even have a chance to stab out a sword, there are really not many people who can make him feel this way, only a master who enters the nether alone can do it, and only Zhong Cun He is the only one who uses a knife in the Dongyu Netherworld Immortal, known as the second in the world of Dongyu, and he is second only to Dongyu Daozun Bai Lao in a single fight, and now the identity of the saber scholar who passed before is about to come out.

"Xiaoqing, why didn't you help when I fought with Zhao Tishan before?" Li Molan grabbed Lao Niu's ears, like a naughty child.

The old green cow breathed through his nose and roared lowly, meaning how can I help?

Li Molan smiled and said, "You find a chance to hit him from behind his buttocks, and it's over." ā€

The old green cow didn't mess with this kid and didn't pay attention to it anymore.

Li Molan was alone and quiet, and he didn't feel bored, and when the sky gradually brightened up and a ray of daylight appeared on the grassland horizon, he said to himself: "Will Zhao Tishan and his wife be killed by Zhong Cunhe? ā€

No one answered.

"Suddenly I miss Beihai, there are a lot of people who want to kill me, and a few more battles will really help me to pierce the window paper. Li Molan thought to herself.

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Ten days later, on an official road in the forest on the border of Yangzhou, a girl in Tsing Yi riding a white donkey slowly appeared.

The facial paralysis girl surnamed Nie Yinniang did not go well this trip to Gusaizhou, although she was a killer cultivated by Taifu, one of the three princes, and became the first assassin in the world who is now in charge, and at the same time is the notorious Guozi Priest Jiu Nie everyone, but she has always maintained almost absolute obedience to Taifu's words, this time to kill the purple-clothed demon couple of the two giants of the Demon Dao, although it is the meaning of Taishi Wang Lin, but since Taifu agreed, then she will do it, and Taifu also helped her invite the legendary second in the world as a helper, thinking that even if it is a cautious big devil Zhao Tishan, this time it should be killed, But where did I think that a young swordsman suddenly appeared to startle the snake, forcing Zhao Tishan to the point where the hole cards were exhausted, and when she appeared, Zhao Tishan, who was in a very poor state, did not hesitate to take his wife, the female devil, Wu Chushui, to turn around and leave, which led to her and the world's sword hunter shooting together failed to leave the two demons, and returned in vain.

For that young swordsman, Nie Yinniang didn't know, as for the three words Li Molan, she had never heard of it, after all, how could a master of this level be unknown in the rivers and lakes?

In her eyes, she was just a short dagger with sheep's horns, nothing more. (To be continued.) )