Since stepping into Quyuan, every link of the battle has been under Wang Luo's control, but after entering the battle settlement link, Wang Luo has been a little lax, and he was accidentally escaped by Yan Fuxue.

Wang Luo immediately stepped forward to catch up, but his feet were weak and he stumbled.

Obviously, he had just eaten for a supper - although he only had time to eat one bite, but with the digestion ability of the innate Dao body, he should be at the peak of his state at this time, and his body was filled with the beautiful breath of "fully fed".

But on the contrary, at this time, his limbs and bones seemed to be flowing with glue, making all his movements sluggish and weak.

"Tsk......"

Wang Luo soon realized the problem: he had a bad stomach.

In fact, even without taking into account the explicit information in books such as general education textbooks, anyone with common sense should know that creatures that have been turned into faminees cannot be eaten.

The inhabitants of the wasteland, even if they starve to death, die outside, and jump down from the mountain, they will definitely not satisfy their hunger with the things that turn the wasteland - if there really is, and after eating it, they will not vomit blood and die violently, but shout the true fragrance with vigor, then there is a high probability that they will be executed on the spot by the desolation team on the border line.

And what Wang Luo is doing now is exactly what he is doing is a suicide move.

Although the Immortal League has never had a precise enough definition of desolation, in the long-term popular concept, the word desolate will never be used indiscriminately. And using highly poisonous things as a supper, the result only proved that Wang Luo overestimated his digestion ability, or rather, misestimated the edible properties of supper.

“…… I thought that these desolate things could have the familiar flavor of the old immortal calendar, but it seems that more than a thousand years have passed, and the flavor of fresh food has changed a lot. ”

After laughing at himself with a bit of weakness, Wang Luo had to stop where he was for a while, and then use the teleportation talisman to contact Han Wu outside the Fun Garden.

"I just accidentally let him run away, you should have intercepted it, right?"

However, Han Wu's answer was: "Grass...... We didn't even notice him come out! Devil cub of dog day! The result of my induction is that he is still in the Fun Garden! ”

Wang Luo couldn't help but be convinced: "Nonsense, it's impossible for him to run away with those green fruit cakes!" Don't you have any other means than to lock that plate of dim sum?! ”

Han Wu was sprayed so bitterly that he couldn't speak: "...... What now? ”

"Wait for me!"

After speaking, Wang Luo didn't care about his physical discomfort, and immediately forcibly carried the Qi and Blood True Yuan, and took steps in a way that was almost self-harming and self-harming, and then said: "Don't be too anxious, I still remember his taste, and I can barely track his whereabouts." ”

"Taste?"

As he spoke, Han Wu had already flashed into the courtyard, and he couldn't help frowning when he saw Wang Luo's appearance.

"You're hurt?"

"It's just a little indigestion, it doesn't affect the tracking." As he spoke, Wang Luo wrinkled his nose, then swallowed involuntarily and rolled his Adam's apple.

Han Wu looked nervous for a while, and asked in a trembling voice, "How?" Is there something bad about it? ”

“…… No, it's just a bit of a gluttony. Wang Luo said with a little shame while trying his best to strengthen his weak body due to food poisoning.

Toxic is poisonous, indigestion is indigestion, and true fragrance is still true fragrance......

Han Wu's head was full of inexplicable wonders: "?? ”

"In short, Yan Fuxue is about to go down, and the smell lingers in Erzhongtian, near Duxing Building."

When Han Wu heard this, cold sweat broke out.

Duhang Building...... If the escaped desolate demons are compared to wounded beasts, then the densely distributed Duxing Building of the old professors is comparable to a bacon warehouse! For those desolate demons, cultivators who have cultivated profoundly, but have no actual combat ability, are simply the best food supplement!

So Han Wu didn't hesitate, and immediately reached out to grab Wang Luo's shoulder, and appeared directly in front of Duxing Tower in a flash.

At this time, there were two academy guards patrolling at night in front of the building, and when they saw Han Wu, who was burly and strong, with stubble eyebrows, he immediately let out a dedicated scream. Fortunately, the voice only started, and Han Wu shook the Yuan Shen, and suppressed the two of them at the same time with divine thought ripples and fainted.

“…… In the past, for the sake of non-proliferation, I did not alarm the entire college, but only greeted the dean. Therefore, our future actions may still be a little more secretive. ”

As he spoke, Han Wu recited two mantra edicts in his mouth, and then set up an invisible net woven by the true yuan, wrapping the two of them at the same time. From the outside, the movements of the two were completely transparent.

After that, Han Wu stretched out his hand to support Wang Luo and walked towards the Duxing Building, but he only took two steps, and before he entered the door, Wang Luo suddenly frowned.

"No, there's too much residual smell here...... It's like shopping, he's probably in the old place! ”

Han Wu immediately stopped: "Then where the hell did he go?!" ”

Wang Luo wrinkled his nose again, but found that the hunting function, which was supposed to be invincible, was actually a little ineffective at this time. Even if he tried his best, he could only roughly judge that if Yan Fuxue was not hiding in the Duxing Building, then he should have continued to go down and came to the ground floor of the academy......

However, Wang Luo couldn't find a place for him to settle at all! It's like a broken line that disappears from time to time, but the kite at the other end has been blown away!

However, it was precisely because of this that he thought of the only possibility.

"Inkwell!"

If there is any place in the academy that can isolate the keen sense of smell of the innate Dao body and completely erase Yan Fuxue's whereabouts, it is only the lake breeze by the ink washing pond.

Yan Fuxue disappeared too completely, which made his whereabouts particularly easy to guess.

After hearing the answer, Han Wu immediately dodged again, and after a whirlpool of spatial distortion, the two of them had come to the quiet lakeside.

And there, Yan Fuxue's ...... was lying down Suspected corpse, the old man was half immersed in the lake water, not moving.

"Grass, dead?!" Han Wu was so furious that he wanted to summon the thunder fire of justice and go to the autopsy.

"Wait a minute." Wang Luo immediately stopped the other party.

When he came to the shore of the lake, without the interference of the lake breeze, his sense of smell returned to sensitivity, and he could clearly distinguish that the person who fell in the lake was still alive.

The smell of authentic fresh food cannot be faked.

And when he got closer, Wang Luo was even more surprised to find that Yan Fuxue not only did not die, but was not even seriously injured, he just seemed to be stunned by some invisible impact and lost consciousness.

If it weren't for the Youhu Lake, then Wang Luo was confident that through the traces left at the scene, he could roughly deduce what Yan Fuxue had encountered after escaping all the way here, so that he would fall into a coma in the lake...... But alas, the lake wind has blown away the available clues.

It's just that even if Yan Fuxue was injured in Wang Luo's hands before, he still has a combat power that cannot be underestimated after turning the wasteland. In such a short period of time, who could outmaneuver this man almost silently and put him squarely in the water?

(End of chapter)