"Okay, okay, don't be angry. Rest well today, and tomorrow we'll be leaving. Nangong Che opened his mouth a little dullly, he knew that Zhi Yao was definitely going back to the Northern Regions, but he had to go back to the Central Regions, and Nangong Yu was still waiting for him.

When Zhi Yao heard this, she also turned around, feeling a little reluctant, after all, the other party was taking care of herself during this time.

But the monk still had a chance to see her again, and she wasn't sad.

"Whew!" Zhi Yao took out the "Quenching Star Formula" and handed it to Nangong Che.

Nangong Che took it, took out the jade slip and burned the exercises, and handed it to her again.

Zhi Yao accepted the exercise, put it back in the storage ring, and then took the time to start practicing this exercise.

"Have a good rest!" Nangong Che put away the jade slip and left.

Seeing him leave, Zhi Yao lay down directly on the bed, smiled and closed her eyes.

Soon, she will be able to meet the masters. After returning to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, she also planned to go back to Yejia, she hadn't been home for a long time.

She misses her mom and dad anymore.

......

Early the next morning, the two left Yuancheng.

Outside the city gate, Nangong Che rubbed Zhi Yao's head and smiled.

It was rare for Zhi Yao not to choke at this time, and looked at Nangong Che with a smile on her face.

"Let's go!" Nangong Che patted Zhi Yao on the shoulder and said softly.

"Goodbye!" Zhi Yao shook her hand, and then took out the Su Hui and flew in the direction of the Northern Regions.

It wasn't until her figure completely disappeared that Nangong Che withdrew her gaze and smiled: "See you soon." ”

Then he tore through the space and rushed towards the Central Domain, where important things were waiting for him!

......

Half a month later, Zhiyao stopped in a small town, intending to take a break.

This is already within the scope of the Northern Regions, and at most two or three months you can return to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

As soon as they entered the town, two people rode in front of them on a flaming beast and rampaged in the direction of the city gate, overturning countless stalls along the way.

Zhi Yao frowned, turned sideways, and watched the two men leave.

Retracting her gaze, Zhi Yao didn't pay much attention to it anymore, and continued to walk directly towards the town.

"Tsk, these two scum are out again, I don't know which girl is going to be unlucky. A monk shook his head as he looked in the direction the two had left.

"Phew, this kind of scum, just rely on their background to do evil!" a male cultivator scolded and picked up the fallen stall as he spat in the direction of the city gate.

I don't know how many times this is, these two should really be taken by the heavens.

"Shhhhhh An aunt hurried out to remind them.

Everyone also remembered their cruelty at this time, hurriedly shut their mouths, and began to clean up their stalls, not daring to speak anymore.

Zhi Yao frowned when she heard this, it seemed that they were two second generations who did not learn and did not know how to do it.

She really didn't understand, the second generation of cultivators had such good resources and didn't work hard to cultivate, why did they always love to cause trouble?

But none of this had anything to do with her, and Zhi Yao didn't think much about it anymore and found an inn to live in.

As soon as the second day arrived, she continued on her way so that she could return as soon as possible.

Three days later, Zhi Yao passed through a mountain village, and smelled a strong smell of blood from a long distance.

With a tight heart, Zhi Yao immediately slapped a few breath charms on her body and quietly touched them.

As soon as I got closer, I heard screams and laughter.

Zhi Yao didn't dare to release her divine sense at will, for fear that she would startle the snake, so she could only jump from the flying sword, take Su Hui in her hand, and approach the village step by step.

"Shangxian, the old woman begs you, you can let her go, she is still a child. There was a terrible cry for mercy from the village.

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