Li Mang flashed in Han Chen's eyes, and with a spell in his mouth, a black crescent moon flew out of his hand, and when he saw the wind, it rose and swept to the top of the centipedes' heads, with a pop.

With the sound of thunderclaps, countless black raindrops poured down all over the sky, slapping directly on the ground, making thrilling holes.

Zheng Meng was so frightened that she closed her eyes suddenly, quickly retreated, and her whole figure was hidden behind Han Chen, feeling that after the white light disappeared for a while, she quietly opened her eyes, her mouth closed one by one, and she almost bit her tongue.

I saw that those spirits who were still so powerful in front of her that they couldn't make a move in Han Chen's hands.

Zheng Meng looked at all this in a daze, his mouth opened slightly, his eyes closed and opened suddenly, as if he felt too unreal, like a dream, the story of the myth, it took a long time to ease up from the corpses all over the ground.

As soon as his spirit was relaxed, he sat on the ground. Two lines of tears flowed slowly from his eyes.

At first, he just cried, as if he was too frightened, and then threw himself into Han Chen's arms and cried loudly.

Like a river collapsing, Han Chen's collar was wet. Tired of crying, he threw himself on Han Chen and fell asleep.

Han Chen hugged Zheng Meng, looked at her tearful face, took a big stride, walked steadily towards the place of lights under the mountain, and walked steadily with each step, at this moment he didn't notice that a faint red on the chest of the girl in his arms flashed and invaded her body.

As it approached, in front of Han Chen's eyes, the faint light gradually became clear, and he could see that it was a small village made of hay and wood.

The scope is not large, there are only dozens of houses, which is clear at a glance, but in Han Chen's eyes, this place made him feel relieved all of a sudden. Faintly, there were bursts of children's laughter coming from inside, and from the small grass huts, you could see a huge bonfire in the center, surrounded by people from many villages, sitting around the bonfire and dancing.

The gate of the village, however, was paved with thorns, and when opened, there were several sharp pillars half a meter thick on it, but on top of them were several rough men in short clothes and trousers, with beads on their scalps and a series of animal teeth hanging from their necks, giving the impression of a fierce man.

Observing the four directions with blazing eyes, when they saw Han Chen coming over with Zheng Meng in the distance, these big men all grinned.

"Xiao Han, you kid obviously has fine skin and tender meat, why do the girls in the village like you. Even the village chief's daughter was in his arms. ”

"Did you go to the hero to save the beauty again, your luck is really jealous. ”

Han Chen opened his mouth happily: "Young poverty, where is Grandpa Zheng?" Open the door, I'll send Zheng Meng home first" Han Chen walked over, holding Zheng Meng in his arms, and yelled loudly upstairs.

As a thin rope fell, the thorn gate of the village slowly opened to both sides of the exit that only one person could pass, and Han Chen quickly passed.

"This Han Chen's physical fitness is good, and he is also bold, and he often goes to the mountains alone. It seems that in the future, most of the strong guards in the village will have a place for him. ”

"It's a pity that his meridians are not coarse, otherwise he can cultivate the dragon trick and become a great martial arts master, even the surrounding tribes would not dare to offend. Several big men looked at Han Chen, who was walking towards the depths of the village with Zheng Meng in his arms, and sighed slightly.

Han Chen entered the village and walked to the west with Zheng Meng in his arms, the conversation between the two big men naturally fell into his ears with Han Chen's current cultivation, and the dragon trick they said, Han Chen naturally read the martial arts that the village admired.

Among them, there are indeed some remarkables, especially when cultivating to the ninth layer realm, you can attack out of thin air, and energy is transmitted from your fingers.

Compared with the aura of the immortal cultivator, Han Chen still had some doubts when he came to this remote village with Xu Meng, and rubbed a copy to observe it carefully, with his physique, he was already a peerless genius among mortals, and it was extremely easy to cultivate a mortal decision.

In just one month, Han Chen cultivated that "Dragon Formula" to the Nine Great Consummation Realm, which was a bit better to use, and it was barely comparable to a monk at the first level of True Qi, but for ordinary people, it was already comparable to an immortal.

Among them, it is conceivable that the highest cultivator of this dragon recipe in this village is the village chief Zheng Yun, who is now the grandfather that Han Chen found for Xu Meng, and with Han Chen's strength, he easily made up an identity for him.

Han Chen walked very quickly, and it didn't take long to walk to a wooden house in the far corner, there was a big black dog tied to the front of the house, and there was a mud field in front of and behind the house, where rice and vegetables were planted.

Han Chen gently put Zheng Meng on the bed, and said in a deep voice, "You actually woke up a long time ago! Why are you still pretending?"

Zheng Meng opened his eyes and stuck out his tongue, he didn't hear Han Chen's voice, he didn't see Han Chen's face, only the shadow of the night.

There was a sudden silence in the room, Han Chen suddenly got up, and in Zheng Meng's worried heart, he walked to the table and poured water, and the dizzy heat slowly came out with the movement of Han Chen's hand.

The movements of the hands are familiar, as if they are used to taking care of them.

Zheng Meng slowly wrapped the cover, and for a while, he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say? But the other party is like wood, no matter how she expresses it, he can't see clearly.

Han Chen came over with a cup of tea, Zheng Meng only uttered the Korean word, the cup of tea was already in her mouth, and all the words were swallowed with this cup of tea.

It was getting late at the moment, and a ray of moonlight from the window was shining in.

......

Zheng Meng looked at Han Chen, but he still couldn't see his face clearly, and he could only vaguely see the outline. She twisted her fingers and twitched her sleeves.

There was still an awkward silence in the room.

"Han Chen, I ........"

After a long time, Zheng Meng called him in a low voice, looking like he wanted to say something and stopped.

"Call brother?" Han Chen said.

"Cut, whose brother are you? Zheng Meng exhaled, accompanied by frustration in her heart, the other party didn't blame her, just regarded her as a stubborn sister, but she didn't want to be that sister.

Without waiting for her to worry, Zheng Meng heard Han Chen's voice, "Today is the annual bonfire party in the village, you have to go and see it." Han Chen said.

The voice was still damn low, and I couldn't hear the expression.

Zheng Meng's heart sank suddenly, and a simple smile quickly appeared on his face, "Okay! ”

Outside the campfire, a stone grill is lined with large chunks of meat with hot oil on them, giving off a burst of aroma.