The path is quiet and close to Yuntai,

The oblique light is like bright, and the moon sinks into the twilight,

A song of lovesickness, a dream,

The old man in front of the hut is old.

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Chaos Soul Divine Pill, how messy is this?

Song Pingzi was still dazed, but the saint's care was extremely sincere, obviously his body was still in severe pain, but he didn't care about the pain of his body at all, and combed the meridians that were actually unhindered for Song Pingzi over and over again.

"When did Zhang Lang study such a superb mental method that he could actually change the aura attribute for his own use?" The saint waited until Song Pingzi had been running for seven weeks, and finally fatigue struck again, and coupled with the injuries suffered during the teleportation, she finally fainted again.

Song Pingzi looked at the saintess who fell to the ground again in the distance, this scene was too unreal.

The power of the divine pill is beyond my imagination, but I don't know how long this divine pill can last. However, the current situation seems to be the best, she has fully recovered, and the saint who may be in danger is unconscious again. It is certainly absolutely appropriate to leave at this time.

Raising his eyes and looking at the top of the cave, it was like the shape of a funnel flare, no more than ten zhang deep, and the bottom of the cave where he was was dry and without stagnant water, there must be another exit. Although it was getting late, I could feel that there was no dampness in the vitality, and there would be no rain for a short time.

Song Pingzi beckoned Tianyantong and Mu Ling to jump together, jumped on the top of the cave, and looked around, confirming that it was a completely strange place, and he didn't even know which planet it was. There was no aura of cultivators and humans nearby, but there were a large number of star beasts' nests, but the level was not high, and the highest was only a fourth-level star beast. Not a single spirit beast level is there.

No matter what direction it was, Song Pingzi flew up and headed towards the area where there were fewer star beasts, preparing to leave.

Along the way, Song Pingzi found that there were still many traces of human habitation. It's just that these human beings seem to be more ordinary people, and there are only a few cultivators, and the highest realm is only the peak of the mortal realm, which is a completely inferior area in the god realm.

It's just that it only flew out for an hour, and Song Pingzi felt that something was wrong, at this time the sky was already slightly pale at dawn, but he felt that the vitality was gathering in the sky, like a prelude to a thunderstorm.

In this strange weather, although he had already flown away from the cave for an hour, his sense would not even deviate by an hour, how could there be a sudden thunderstorm.

Falling from the sky, Song Pingzi wanted to find a place to shelter from the rain nearby, and wait for the rain to stop.

But as soon as he landed, a figure appeared beside him, the terrifying pressure surrounded him, and a cold voice sounded, "Zhang Lang, why don't you say goodbye?" ”

It was an hour ago, the holy woman left by Song Pingzi in the cave actually appeared beside him quietly. The weirdness of the God King is really beyond Song Pingzi's understanding.

At this time, the energy gathered in the sky seemed to dissipate without warning, and the upcoming thunderstorm seemed to be an illusion. Song Pingzi no longer expected the ability of the God King Realm, and he understood what was going on with the Yuan Qi gathering just now.

In a hurry, he opened his mouth and said, "I looked around to see what kind of place this was, and I didn't leave." I didn't expect you to wake up so soon. ”

"Really?" The saint's shy appearance and gentle tone, where can I still see the cold appearance just now, just like the woman next door, her eyes are full of self-blame and shyness. "It's me who blames Zhang Lang, don't be angry! The concubine is wrong! ”

The tone of panicked explanation made Song Pingzi have an illusion whether this saint was insane or stimulated to what she cared about the most.

"It's okay, I don't blame you. Are you feeling better now? Song Pingzi hurriedly asked with "concern".

"As long as Zhang Lang is fine, there will be nothing to do with the concubine." The saint walked into Song Pingzi slowly, opened her arms and hugged Song Pingzi's waist, the scattered hair brushed Song Pingzi's face, and the warm face was attached to Song Pingzi's ear.

Song Pingzi found out that the height of the saint was almost the same as his own. There was a soft feeling of oppression on his chest, and then he remembered that the saint had never sorted out her clothes, and I was afraid that she had no scruples about tracking down her whereabouts in a hurry just now.

Hurriedly pushed her away gently, pretending to tidy up her outer robe, and took out a belt from the storage ring that had not been used for an unknown number of years, and tied the loose robe for her. His chest rose and fell violently in front of him, and his eyes had to look to the side.

But his intimate action in exchange for the tears of the saint was moved, dripping onto his face and sliding to his mouth, a little salty.

Raising his head, Song Pingzi didn't know how to deal with this holy woman with unpredictable emotions.

However, the holy woman threw herself into his arms again, and murmured: "Zhang Lang, even if the concubine dies for you, it is worth it." ”

Song Pingzi couldn't smile bitterly, and Tianyantong and Mu Mu didn't dare to make any moves.

For a while, the warm fragrance was in his arms, but Song Pingzi was stiff all over. Finally, the saint noticed the abnormality, "Zhang Lang, are you still not recovering, let the concubine take a look." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Song Pingzi to object, a slender jade hand was placed on Song Pingzi's wrist, and a warm current entered Song Pingzi's body again.

"Zhang Lang doesn't need to be nervous, the concubine body will be satisfied as long as she stays by your side. You can do whatever you want, even if it's ...... No matter how many women are favored, the concubine will never be jealous. The saint seemed to have made up her mind, and said something that made Song Pingzi cry and laugh.

It seems that this saint should have been burdened by her lover's heart back then, leaving a knot in her heart. The Chaos Soul Divine Pill stimulated this memory, not only mistaking Song Pingzi for the "Zhang Lang", but also possibly even changing the saint's attitude towards the lover.

"I, I don't actually have another woman, you can rest assured." Song Pingzi also had to deal with it.

It's just that as soon as this somewhat pale response came out, he clearly felt that the eyes of the saintess in front of him were shining, and he exhaled softly from loss to excitement: "Zhang Lang! ”

Song Pingzi was completely overwhelmed by the saint's emotions and didn't know how to deal with it. Zhu Wan'er and Feng Hu didn't have such a sudden and sudden change of personality, and the emotions of this saint made him dare not say a word.

It wasn't until the light of day that the saint's mood seemed to return to normal.

"Zhang Lang, let's go home!"

"Home?" Although Song Pingzi no longer spoke easily, he didn't expect the saint to say such a sentence.

"Well, I want to come to Zhangzhuang is still there, but I don't know if the house has collapsed after I haven't been home for so long."

At this time, Song Pingzi didn't dare to say anything more, so he could only nod, his heart could not have achieved such a coincidence, and he was teleported to the planet where the saint was originally born.

What surprised Song Pingzi even more was that the saintess did not fly into the air with him, but walked forward step by step, and walked forward from where they were for an hour, and the saint sent out a surprised joy, "Zhang Zhuang is really still there!" Immediately a little lost, "But the house is gone." ”

"If it's gone, just build another one." Song Pingzi subconsciously replied.

"That's right! Or Zhang Lang is thoughtful. The saint jumped up like a child. Holding Song Pingzi's hand, he ran towards the village of about a few hundred people in front of him.

Like a husband and wife who have returned from a long absence, they are finally going to see their hometown, Song Pingzi obviously feels that the saint's emotions are really a kind of longing from the heart, with excitement and apprehension.

"Outlander, who are you looking for?" As soon as I entered the village, I was asked by an old man sitting on a shabby deck chair at the entrance of the village.

The old man was smoking a dry tobacco pouch, and it really looked like an old man from a village sitting bored at the entrance of the village.

"...... you" the saint's eyes suddenly flashed with a fine light, "The ancestor is Zhang Biao?" ”

The old man who seemed to be lazy was excited, and the dry tobacco pouch in his hand fell to the ground, and from the breath of the saint just now, he already knew that the two people in front of him were not at all something he could see through, jumped up from the recliner under the tree, and knelt on the ground: "Senior, please forgive the little one for being blind and offensive, and please forgive me for my unintentional mistakes." ”

"Sure enough, he is a descendant of Zhang Biao, and even his style is the same. Get up! Zhang Lang and I just went home. The saint seems to be very familiar with this village, and the Zhang Biao in her mouth may be the ancestor of this old man for I don't know how many years.

Pulling Song Pingzi to walk a few steps, the holy woman seemed to remember something, turned back to the old man who was still on the ground and said, "What's your name?" ”

"Villain Zhang Chengjie"

"Xiao Jiezi, ask someone to come to the east of the village, I want to rebuild the old house. Those who occupy my old house, let them get out of the way. The saint commanded domineeringly, as if all this was too normal to be normal.