"Hell!"

Pang Jian was so frightened that he was about to egg. only to find that the hand had been released.

The owner of the hand is none other than the woman in pink.

"Ahh......h Yes...... Hello. ”

Pang Jian struggled to squeeze out a smile, which looked more ugly than crying. The place where he stepped back just now happened to be the direction where the woman in pink fell. Just now, he had unconsciously retreated to her side. Thinking of the ruthlessness of the woman in pink, he still had palpitations.

"Don't worry, it's no longer poisonous...... You are...... Chinese people?" The pink-clothed woman's voice was gentle and good, but weak. This sentence is also in Chinese.

"Huh, aren't you...... Huh, you're Chinese?"

Pang Jian could hear the pure Chinese accent, which was completely imitating by the Japanese people. Realizing that the phrase "Oh Mom" in my panic just now was in Chinese, I thought that I was too careless.

"I'm Chinese...... I won't hurt you...... It can't hurt. The woman in pink had the black samurai sword stuck in her chest. The blood was already stained red.

"Are you alright?"

Pang Jian intuitively knew that she was Chinese. Even with the distance of two spaces, he could be sure. It's a kind of racial connection and bonding.

This first compatriot who suddenly appeared made Pang Jian's heart swell with infinite intimacy. He stepped forward to help the woman in pink up. At a glance, she was naked, and it was estimated that her full force had attacked all her clothes with a blow just now.

"I wanted to see it just now, but now I don't want to see it but I see it all. Pang Jian felt guilty for his dirty thoughts just now, and now he wanted to find a hole to get into.

The woman in pink coughed, her hands trying to move, but she was weak. The two of them froze like this for a few seconds.

"Look at ......" The beauty sneered, Pang Jian reacted, blushing like a monkey's buttocks, and then remembered to take off his coat and cover her.

"Beauty? ”

Pang Jian didn't know what to call her, "I'll take you to the hospital." The woman in pink had the black samurai sword stuck in her body, and looking at it made his heart hurt.

"No...... It's no regret to see us Chinese people before leaving...... Don't speak Mandarin easily in the future...... More thoughts. ”

"yes, I see. ”

Pang Jian felt kind to her for no reason, and he already regarded her as his sister. Seeing that she was angry, there was no trace of blood on her face, and her heart was full of unbearable and sore.

"Bei Yutong, my own Chinese name. It would be nice to be able to go back to China...... Cough...... Ahem, many of them don't know their origins yet. I still think I am a Japanese ......" Pang Jian looked at her dark eyes, and it seemed that she gradually had a little water.

"In another year, I will be able to inherit the Fan Art Pavilion, find all the compatriots here, and return to the motherland together. Bear One Household...... Unexpectedly, he already knew that Xuanfeng Rhino Horn...... 'Red Pink Dream' and 'Pink Skull' couldn't restrain him...... But he died before me. Scold...... Heh......"

"Say no more. Sister, I'll take you to the hospital, and you'll be fine. After Pang Jian finished speaking, he was going to pick her up.

"Don't ...... Ahem............ I can't go back. Don't interrupt me, do me one thing...... Okay?"

"Sister, just say it, I will do it!"

“...... Don't cry. My sister has a gift for you, and what is hidden in my bun is a Xuanfeng rhinoceros horn. It can open up an immortal cultivator's treasure...... Remember the name. Find it, it's your chance, rely on it to be strong! Don't be like your sister...... Take me back to China...... I don't want to stay...... Over here. Bei Yutong's voice became smaller and smaller, "Sister...... Still a virgin......"

Pang Jian squatted on the ground for a long time, closed his eyes tightly, and said nothing.

"Hey—"

A long sigh seemed to make him grow up a lot. Pang Jian carefully pulled out the long black knife and threw it away. He looked at his sister's bun, long black hair that was as soft as satin, but gradually lost its luster because of the passing of life. He gently fumbled through his long hair, looking for rhinoceros horns.

"Shhh ”

Pang Jian felt that his finger was stung by something sharp, and when he pulled it out, he saw that his index finger had been pierced with a small hole. The blood dripped instantly, but it quickly stopped. He groped more carefully, and finally found something like a hosta.

This "hosta" is much thicker than an ordinary hosta. The hairpin is about fifteen centimeters long and two fingers thick. The whole body is round and clear, shining with a green light. It's impossible to imagine that this is something that can grow from a crude creature like a rhinoceros. The sun shines on it, and the blue light in the horns of the cow makes people intoxicated like flowing water. Changing shapes like dreams.

One of the horns has its own blood on its horns. A closer look revealed that the red blood was quickly absorbed by the horns and mixed into the horns. The blue light stopped flowing, and the blood slowly differentiated into a few red wisps, seeping into all parts of the horns. Gradually, the blue light slowly became dim.

Pang Jian felt that his consciousness seemed to extend beyond his body, and that feeling was a bit like an out-of-body soul, an extension of consciousness, and an indescribable weirdness.

Until he felt his consciousness seep into the inside of the horns.

In an instant, Pang Jian found himself bathed in a cyan jade river, surrounded by a faint blue light.

This jade river is boundless, and I don't know where it ends. Pang Jian's consciousness floated and drifted in the river. It's a feeling that doesn't land at all.

Soon, a strange consciousness approached Pang Jian. The intimacy it exudes is like the reunion of brothers of the same race, blood dissolves in water, and there is no barrier. It is possible to trust each other completely.

This consciousness is a fragment of the consciousness that remains in the horns of the rhinoceros itself. This trace of consciousness was stripped of its body by the immortal cultivator, stored on the horns of the ox, and forcibly sealed. It is not until the treasure seal is opened that its mission is freed. The feeling of affection and recognition for Pang Jian came from his consciousness, which made him very strange.

This consciousness has been in the horns of the bull for hundreds of years, and the pain of losing its freedom torments it like a fish in the throat. It needs Pang Jian to help it find the treasure as soon as possible and get the final liberation. Pang Jian is naturally the same as the rhinoceros consciousness.

Finally, the horn consciousness emphasizes that it can only retain its sharp and deformed properties for now. There are no other alien talents. Then Pang Jian's consciousness was sent back to his body.

Pang Jian tried to control the shape of the rhinoceros horn, and sure enough, it was like a ball of cyan jelly, changing its shape at will with his consciousness. He turned the rhinoceros horn into a necklace resembling a hoop and hung it around his neck. And he carried the virgin of the Holy Yin on his back and left here.

At this time, he was physically and mentally exhausted, so he looked for a place that was still hidden, and dug a deep pit with a knife to temporarily let his sister rest there.