Yi Xiaorou turned around and walked towards the hall, but in the corridor of the inner garden, she saw Zhan Yao sitting on the fence beside the pavilion, holding a sword in one hand. She was dressed in a manly outfit, but she was particularly chic, without a trace of femininity, and her facial features were slim. If Alang hadn't said that she was a woman, it would be really hard to connect her with a girl.

She bent her feet and hung outside the railing. She raised her eyes and looked straight ahead, but it seemed that nothing could touch her eyes. The moonlight was cold, but her back looked particularly bleak.

Yi Xiaorou's steps that were originally about to carry forward were recycled, and she stood still.

Zhan Yao seemed to have some senses, and suddenly turned around and looked sideways. He saw Yi Xiaorou standing quietly in the corridor, and smiled with a bent lips.

She turned around and moved her legs into the railing, stood up with one hand on the Tingzhu, dusted the wrinkles that had been sitting for a long time after dusting her clothes, walked slowly to Yi Xiaorou, bent down and said respectfully, "Have my master's affairs been handled?"

Yi Xiaorou nodded, "Yes, let's go."

"Yes." Zhan Yao stood up, his lips raised slightly, his smile seemed to be faint, and his voice was slightly teasing, "I thought you would run away and ask me to find you so that I could give me a test! But I was worried for a while."

Yi Xiaorou lowered her eyes and smiled, "This is a good idea, maybe it can be put on the test of attracting heresy."

"Ha..." Zhan Yao laughed out loud, "I thought the new master would be a conservative and taciturn character. I didn't expect that the master was so humorous. It seemed that Zhan Yao had overestimated his vision of people."

While the two talked, Feng Qianju had already stepped out of the comfortable tree-lined path with mottled silhouettes in their minds. But now it seemed a bit scary. The moonlight was slightly cool and the shadows of the trees were swaying. I don’t know how many ferocious beasts were hidden in the darkness, and I wanted to wait for an opportunity to move.

Zhan Yao kept following Yi Xiaorou. I wonder if she was unwilling to be the sudden silence or something else, she asked, "Do we want to go to the demon world like this?"

"Do you know how to go to the Demon Realm?" Yi Xiaorou suddenly asked, turned around and stared at Zhan Yao, looking at him with a hint of doubt in his tone, but he could not hide the sharpness in it.

Zhan Yao smiled with clarity, "Of course I don't know why the master is so keen?"

"Is it keen, or sensitive?" Yi Xiaorou curled the corners of her lips, "However, this is the first time I have seen a subordinate like you who is neither humble nor arrogant, which is very interesting."

Zhan Yao smiled and didn't say much, but just gave up the idea of ​​in-depth exchanges with this new master.

"I just want to remind my master that if you take another step forward, you will be beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of being bruised and swollen, you can't blame me for not fulfilling my duties." She silent for a while, and suddenly spoke.

Yi Xiaorou's movement of stepping forward with one foot paused there. For a moment, a strong wind suddenly blew the trees around her, making the branches and leaves tremble. The wind in autumn was cool and fierce, but at this moment she looked up and saw that a fist with powerful strength was only a little different from her. The owner of the fist had a pair of blood-red eyes, and even the whites of her eyes were filled with red blood, which was particularly scary.

"Let me, as a subordinate, show my abilities to the new master and deepen your understanding of me." As her voice fell, a "bang" sounded, and time seemed to be still. No, time was really still. The young man's figure was still in the air, and the fist, one centimeter away from her face, was still one centimeter away from the wind, and the rustling sound of leaves suddenly disappeared, and the whole space seemed to be frozen. Immediately afterwards, Zhan Yao's body suddenly appeared behind a sudden attacker. She clenched her fist and smashed it directly at the man's head.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and the wind sounded again. The boy who was frozen suddenly had a sense of danger and turned the target of attack directly. He twisted his body back at a strange angle. He raised his fist and bumped into the fist that was about to hit his head. Both fists were hidden in it. Yi Xiaorou had the ability to retreat to the distance as soon as possible.

The moment the fists and fists collided with each other, an invisible airflow spread around them as the center. Wherever they passed, the sound of trees collapsing was deafening, one after another.

Yi Xiaorou took a look and was extremely grateful for the decision she made. She calmly found a clean stone near the protective cover she had supported, and sat down. She took a candied haw from the space and looked at it while eating.

Since Youming Bing was taken out of her body, her sense of taste has gradually recovered. This also means that all the discomforts that pregnant women will experience during pregnancy will appear on her, even more serious. After all, Yi Xiaorou is different from ordinary people, including morning sickness, and has become a bit serious recently. So she came to the world specifically because she likes this sour and slightly sweet food in the world.

When they saw the other side, the two people were hit by each other due to the impact of power. Zhan Yao wiped the blood on his lips, raised his lips and raised his bloodthirsty smile, and immediately rushed towards the other party.

The attacker boy who suddenly appeared raised a jelly-like water ball on his palm and smashed towards Zhan Yao. He turned his head towards Zhan Yao, who was rushing towards the opponent, and the water ball flew over her face.

The boy didn't give up, and he raised his hand and then he slammed, smashed, smashed, smashed.

Zhan Yao was agile and dodged one by one like a ghost. He swung his fist and greeted the boy in the face, "You've smashed enough, it's my turn."

The clenched fists hid a powerful force, which immediately hit the boy to the ground. She sat on her body, and then and then, unceremoniously, while the boy just stared at the sky blankly, letting Zhanyao fight.

Yi Xiaorou saw the boy's left index finger, which was placed beside him, move, and a red silk thread appeared on his fingertips. It was just a flash, but nothing was left.

But the boy who was originally stunned and beaten laughed, his eyes were dull, and the corners of his lips were grinning to both sides, almost reaching the back of his ears. Zhan Yao frowned and beat the boy out of his nose with one punch. "What a disgusting smile?"

"Hehehehehehe..." The boy laughed like this. His laughter was dull, without any ups and downs, but gloomy, which made people inexplicably get goose bumps.

Zhan Yao suddenly felt something was wrong, so he raised his hand and pinched the boy's neck and planned to end him like this, but Yi Xiaorou, who was originally sitting beside him, suddenly spoke, "Wait."

Zhan Yao hesitated and looked at Yi Xiaorou in confusion. Before she could say anything, a sudden change occurred. In an instant, Zhan Yao's body, who was sitting on the young man, was thrown out like a kite with a broken string. She only felt that her body did not belong to her at all, until she hit the old tree trunk that was unknown for many years behind her, which made her whole body numb, and she felt that her internal organs had almost moved, and a mouthful of old blood was spurted out.

Before she could finish, she was sitting under the tree like a puppet holding a string. She suddenly stood up, raised her hands to her head, and her whole body was like a jack pressed on. Zhan Yao lifted her eyelids with difficulty and found that there were two red silk threads on her head that were directly connected to the fingertips of the ghostly boy.
Chapter completed!