All along, Lan Xin has been a little arrogant, looking down on Zhao Yuan with a condescending attitude, she always thinks that Zhao Yuan is just an ordinary character.

"Yes. By the way, you are also a martial witch?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"How do you know the truth?"

"The secret book makes it very clear that you must be a martial witch to be able to practice the art of arrows. ”

"Hmph, Zhilu asked. By the way, have you really learned the art of arrows?" Lan Xin asked curiously.

"Although I am not a martial witch, the art of arrows is just a small carving insect. ”

"Just blow it!" Lan Xin scoffed.

"Okay, hold on, we're going to go......"

Before Zhao Yuan's words fell, the person rushed out like an arrow off the string.

"Ah......h

Lan Xin was caught off guard and let out a scream.

The oncoming wind was like a knife cut, Lan Xin was half-squinted by the strong wind, and looked at a huge sand dune being left behind with a look of horror, she never thought that human beings could reach such a terrifying speed, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as galloping.

The desert is hot, and the yellow sand is still yellow at a glance, and occasionally there will be a bunch of weeds or cacti.

Zhao Yuan is like a tireless machine, running wildly.

In less than half an hour, Lan Xin lost the shock and novelty of the beginning, because her wound was extremely painful because of the violent jolting, she gritted her teeth, endured the pain that pierced her heart, and her injured arm became more and more weak.

Lan Xin didn't dare to say it, because it was her own choice.

......

Finally, Lan Xin's pain ended, because Zhao Yuan, who had been running for more than 100 miles, stopped to rest.

It's just that this rest is too short, Lan Xin breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhao Yuan, who had taken a sip of water, stood up and walked in front of her and squatted.

"I ...... Hug me ...... "Orchid period Ai Ai Dao."

"Are you sure?" Zhao Yuan looked at Lan Xin with a strange expression.

"Sure!"

"You're not afraid that I'll slight you. ”

"Can't you hold back?" Lan Xin really couldn't bear it anymore, glaring at Zhao Yuan and roaring loudly.

"This ...... I'm not sitting at Yanagishita, and the beauty is currently able to sit still...... Okay, I can't bear it, don't blame me if you can't help it, hahaha......" Zhao Yuan bent down and picked up Lan Xin's slender and smooth legs, "Hey, look at your long legs, but they are not heavy." ”

"What legs are long and feet are long, let's go!" Lan Xinyu's face was flushed with a red cloud, and she felt that Zhao Yuan's hand on her waist touched her sensitive parts.

"Not bad, it's worth the trip to be able to hold such an exotic beauty, let's go!"

Zhao Yuan let out a long roar and ran away, leaving a footprint in the desert.

Yellow sand rolling.

Desert smoke.

At this time, it was sunset, and the desert gave people a desolate and vast spectacle when it fell into the golden sand dunes, and the sky was reflected like burning clouds.

Now, Lan Xin is much more comfortable.

Zhao Yuan's two strong arms supported her without the slightest bump, but Lan Xin was not in a good mood, because Zhao Yuan's two hands were getting less and less, and the most unbearable thing for her was that Zhao Yuan actually touched her pair of slender and smooth thighs and let out a sigh of admiration......

......

"Are you a man!" Lan Xin was about to go crazy and scolded sharply.

"Daughter Mo Xiang asked, what is the fierceness of men? In ancient times, benevolence and righteousness were exclusive to people, and morality never existed, and the lion and tiger prey gained prestige, but who could pity the poor elk? The world has always been strong and weak, even if it is justified, it is in vain. ”

Zhao Yuan's long hair was flying, and he sang proudly.

In this desolate desert, Zhao Yuan underwent a metamorphosis. Of course, in a strict sense, this is not a transformation, this is just nature, because of the persuasion of the Tianxin monk, Zhao Yuan no longer suppresses his nature.

He needs to show his edge, he wants to make God jealous, and he needs to face the catastrophe.

For women, Zhao Yuan has never lacked respect.

He respects Wan Ling'er.

He respects the bright moon and tomorrow.

He respects the Caixia Fairy.

Because, although they are arrogant and domineering, they respect him very much. Zhao Yuan firmly believes that respect is mutual, and respect is an equal relationship

Even in the face of the orchid of Baihualou, Zhao Yuan also respected.

He didn't have to respect Lan Xin, because Lan Xin had never respected him. In Lan Xin's eyes, he is just a person who is being used, and their relationship is only to use each other. For such a woman, Zhao Yuan naturally doesn't have to be polite.

Lan Xin didn't reprimand Zhao Yuan again, her eyes were soaked with tears, and she silently endured the humiliation.

Zhao Yuan didn't bother to pay attention to Lan Xin's emotions at all, he was still running wildly, and his hands were still roaming around Lan Xin's body unscrupulously, without pity for Xiang Xiang and jade.

"It's almost there, let me down!" Lan Xin struggled to jump from Zhao Yuan's arms, she didn't want to be seen by the warriors of the tribe as she was carried back by a strange man.

"I'm leaving. Zhao Yuan straightened his clothes, and in the faint moonlight, he could see that there was a small lake like a crescent moon in the distance under the sand dunes, and by the lake, it was an oasis, and above the oasis, there was a round of dome tents, and around the tent, the cattle and sheep slept leisurely, full of exotic customs.

"Just go?" Lan Xin was stunned.

"Are you waiting for you to call a large group of people to kill me?" Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

"I'm not as despicable as you!" Lan Xin said hatefully when Zhao Yuan said it.

"Hehe, if you're willing to spend the night with me, it's okay for me to stay for the night. Zhao Yuan lifted Lan Xin's beautiful chin and said with a confused face.

"Shameless!" Lan Xin shook off Zhao Yuan's hand, her face flushed.

"Okay, I'm leaving, be careful. ”

"Get out!"

Watching Zhao Yuan run all the way and kick up the dust in the sky, Lan Xin was in a daze.

When she stood for a stick of incense, after making sure that Zhao Yuan had left, Lan Xin straightened her clothes and walked along the sand dunes towards the tent by the lake.

"Hey, big brother, this girl is really good, you actually let her go, it's a pity, it's a pity......"

"Don't you just want the Spirit of Death! ”

"No, no, the monk really thinks this girl is good, with good facial features, good skin, and long legs ......"

"Yes, there is a lot of leg hair too. ”

“...... cough cough cough ...... Excessive leg hair...... The monk really didn't pay attention...... It turns out that you don't like women with a lot of hair, okay, okay, the monk will give you a prescription, hair removal is very effective. ”

“......”

"Zhao Yuan, it's too late to catch her back. ”

"Forget it, she's already a dead person. Zhao Yuan sighed.

"Why?"

"There was a dangerous smell in the camp, and it was probably a trap set by someone who wanted to ambush her. ”

"I see...... Hey, it's a pity that a good girl died in vain. Monk Tianxin shook his head and sighed compassionately.

"When did you become so kind?"

"People, after all, have a good heart, even if it is a great traitor, occasionally they will have a good heart, not to mention that monks have practiced since childhood, in order to save the people of the world from dire straits...... Zhao Yuan, why don't you save that girl?"