The bunker is flattened, and the home is gone.

Cheng Yuan didn't bother digging it.

A sign was erected on the original site, which read: "Come here", ah no, cross out.

It reads: [I am still here, please burn the transmission note if you have something: ✘✘✘]

The original plan was to wait for the rabbit, but the old ghost was a lost rabbit and didn't have a home at all.

At first, she was worried about whether the old ghost died on some beach.

But Jin Zhuo threw a hot potato, and she realized.

Who is Jin Zhuo, a dignified three-grade demon master, a cold-faced and ruthless demon killer.

Where can she be so serious, where is an ordinary refugee?

Kui old ghost, sure enough, ghost.

……

At this time, Cheng Yuan, who was dressed in single clothes, was sitting in danger.

The body is light and fluttering, and wisps of aura hovering around the body and merging into the body.

Lingfu grass drooped above her head, its leaves fluttering and glowing green. Carrying strands of her hair and swaying wildly.

At first glance, I thought this was some kind of demon girl who went mad.

She closed her eyes, unaware of the image at this time.

Liyuetan, which has always been quiet for years, is surging and surging.

Grunting, like a hot spring.

If Cheng Yuan had a full understanding of this one-third of an acre of land before, then now that the water vapor is permeating, she can't distinguish the direction at all.

In a trance, I heard the sound of a dragon moaning, followed by a few majestic and hazy sounds, as if to tell something.

Cheng Yuan couldn't hear or understand clearly.

I only felt that the blood veins in my whole body were boiling, like the water of Liyuetan Lake, which was hot.

Cheng Yun held his breath and listened hard.

The voice grew clear, but it was nearing the end, and only two words could be heard.

“…… Return. ”

What returns?

Isn't it a classic line: The soul returns?

The boiling pool was silent, the surrounding sounds were gone, time seemed to stand still, and something shuttled in.

Rumble!

Cheng Yun was bumped into his arms!

She suddenly opened her eyes, her mind returned to her place, and she could see what was in her arms.

A round, fat, ugly and ugly beast?

Yaoooo

Cheng Yun pushed it away at once.

The horned beast arced through the air.

Bar chirp, land, split.

It looked up, and its ignorant eyes continued to glow.

Wow wow wow, so cute.

Cheng Yuan's long-hidden girl's heart came out.

There was a cold face on his face, and he said:

"This is not the place you should be, your master should be looking for you!"

The horned beast seemed to understand, got up and went out, turned back step by step, and saw that Cheng Yuan was indifferent, and finally disappeared.

Whew, Cheng Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

The little guy is fine here, and it's not good to lure the big demon over. Cheng Yun had already labeled the stall owner as a big demon in his heart.

Cherish life and stay away from the big demon.

A streak of wet objects hung from the top of his head and patted coldly on his cheeks.

Cheng Yun pinched his two fingers, slimy, and pitch black.

And there was a foul smell.

"Gross~ What the hell is this?" Cheng Yun retched and threw it out with lightning speed.

The strip shook in the air, black juice splattering, revealing a patch of turquoise.

Lingfu grass!

How did it come to this?

"Did you fall into the manure pit?"

Smell it again, vomit - oh my God! The stench came from her.

Well, she has successfully refined her qi.

……

It was night, and the light of a large candle in the room trembled.

Cheng Yun pinched the storage bag in pain.

Just fetching water, it cost her fifteen spirit stones.

In this desert, there is only an oasis in the middle of the city, water resources are scarce, a spirit stone ten bottles of water, a bottle of water to maintain the vitality of ordinary people for a day, that's all.

The luck recipe also relies on the aura of heaven and earth, and the scarcity of water aura here, which greatly limits the condensation of spells. Only with strong spiritual power above the golden pill can you move freely.

After all, magic is only a porter of nature, not a fabrication.

As for the high-end goods like the water charm, I'm sorry, one word: poor!

Cheng Yu fetched one hundred and fifty bottles of water, which happened to be a bucket.

It's barely washed.

Of course, it was not her who washed, but Lingfu grass.

Lingfu grass is like pickled sauerkraut, and its taste is wonderful.

It's pitiful.

There is water in Liyue Lake, but if you throw the Lingfu grass into it, wash it, and soak it, Cheng Yun feels sorry for the pool.

Ahem, it's definitely not because the pool water can be drunk, she is afraid of leaving a psychological shadow.

Cheng Yun sniffed himself and felt that the smell always lingered in his body.

Negligible, though.

The little girl is informal.

Now she is more concerned about her own cultivation.

Dangdang, dangdang! In the middle of Qi training, the existence of skipping grades just after getting started.

If this is placed outside, I am afraid that it will cause the demon masters to rob it.

It's only a disciple for many days!

Whose genius cultivated so quickly?

It's a win at the starting line.

Floated, floated.

These thoughts were pressed and rubbed into the ground by reason in two clicks.

Referring to Xu Qingtian next door, not to mention that a genius is also a good seedling, he went to experience a detour and met a big demon.

Genius, you have to keep a low profile.

Her talent is targeted by some kind of apprentice maniac, and the end will be miserable.

The better thing is to pull out the seedlings to help them grow, and those who encounter the perverted point have to take their souls.

Before she crossed over, she had read Xianxia novels such as "Yidu Ascension to Immortals" and "Yizhao Ascension to Immortals".

In the long history of the Tianchu Continent, geniuses have sprung up one after another. Those who die early on the stage are called jealous talents, and those who can survive to the end are true geniuses.

Sou!

A transmission note flies into the sandcastle.

"Senior Sister Cheng, come on, let's eat!"

Oh!

Cheng Yuan straightened up suddenly, and the next moment the person had disappeared into the sand castle.

Behind a shady promenade is a sand castle with a variety of scents. From the front door to the lobby, there was already a long queue.

"This, this, this!"

Tang River beckoned to her from a corner.

Cheng Yuren flashed, and the next second he sat upright, and the chopsticks in his hands were ready.

There are several dishes on the table, there are vegetables, meat and rice.

Touched!

Actually seeing these here, she thought that the people of Xianqi City would only make steamed buns.

"You, you, you, you're causing the body?" Tang He was taken aback by Cheng Yuan's speed.

Cheng Yuan nodded.

"Can you start eating?"

Tang He happily congratulated her and introduced, "Most of these are low-aura foods, and the sect provides them for free. If you want to eat something with strong spiritual energy, then you have to pay for the spirit stone yourself. ”

Cheng Yuan nodded wildly, let's eat this meal first, people must be content, and they can't delusionally eat to become a fat man in one go.

Her consciousness was all beaten by society.

Tang He knew Cheng Yuan's situation, and he didn't laugh at her for eating wolf, and pushed all the delicious dishes in front of her.

"You eat slowly, and you can eat every day in the future."

He spoke again about what was outside the city.

Three days have passed since the sandstorm, and most of the refugees outside the city who can be treated have been saved, and those who can't have been buried.

Everything is back to the way it was.

People in the city are used to this, but at such times there are more activities to help refugees.

He was about to go out of town to help after eating.