"Be careful-" When Feng Ji was stunned, Lin Er's voice suddenly came from behind Feng Ji.
"Huh?" Feng Ji's heart tightened, and his body swayed, but he couldn't avoid it, and a cold object suddenly appeared on his neck.
"Huh." Feng Ji's breathing suddenly stagnated, but when Feng Ji was stunned for a long time, he felt that nothing seemed to happen behind his back. Feng Ji looked back, and his eyelids suddenly twitched, and he saw a paralyzed silver snake.
Around his neck, Silver Snake's body was wrapped with fine vines, but Silver Snake was directly strangled to death by the vines.
"Huh..." Fengji let out a breath of turbid air, and he collapsed on the ground.
Everyone has escaped from the jungle, and now they are in a wide field with a radius of tens of meters, [
The surroundings were scorched and withered, and had been completely wiped out by everyone's attacks. Feng Ji was thinking about it, and looked behind him. He saw that within a range of about a hundred meters, there was an open space, and only a few trees were left on the abrupt flat ground.
Just sparse weeds and some broken tree stumps.
"Tsk, tsk. It's really thrilling!" Lin Er sighed, with a lewd smile on Triangle's face. At this time, Lin Er pinched the seal in his hand.
Fengji took a closer look and found that Lin Er's handprints were connected to the group of silver snakes crawling among the trees in the jungle not far away. Fengji suddenly discovered that those silver snakes were all covered by some fine
Tangled in vines, it cannot move.
"Wow, this is awesome, Lin Er is enlightened." Luffa joked towards Lin Er, patted Lin Er on the shoulder and said, "Young man has a bright future."
"Old Ma, do you still want to eat the snake soup?" Feng Ji asked with some palpitations.
"Well..." Lao Ma was silent for a while, but then he roared: "Yes, of course I want it. I can't wait to eat their meat, drink their blood, and gnaw their bones, later. Now I have some of that to eat
Anything else..."
"..." Lin Er glanced at Lao Ma with an expression on his face.
"..." Luffa glanced at Lao Ma in silence.
"..." Feng Ji seemed to have something to say, thinking in his mind: "There's no need to say it in such a high-sounding way."
"In that case, let's go." After Feng Ji finished speaking, he called on the brothers to put the magic cores they should take into their bags.
…
"I wonder what Lao Ma and the others are doing now?" Ying Jianjian's voice came from the shade of the tree. Looking at his leisurely look, he pressed his nose with a golden gun and replied in pain.
:"have no idea."
"What are we going to do now?" Ying Jianjian looked at the bunch of golden hair that was as golden as shit with a resentful look on his face.
Jin Qian seemed a little lazy. He pulled out a bud from the small tree bud next to him, pressed it between his teeth, then glanced at Ying Jianjian, and said vaguely: "You have nothing to do.
Come on, you can go play by yourself. With your ability, you won’t encounter any irresistible monsters here.” Then Jin Gun closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"Uh." Ying Jian glanced at Jin Qian and thought in his mind: "Didn't you give up ten thousand years ago? Why is it like this now? Alas, a man who is immersed in painful love is the worst person.
2." Then Ying Jianjian made an extremely standard assessment of the golden gun.
Just when Ying Jianjian was thinking about whether to look for Lin Er, Lao Ma and his party, Jian Jian seemed to feel something.
"Huh." Jianjian squinted and looked under the shadow of the tree not far away.
"Woooo--" A slight cry came from there.
"What the hell is that?" Jianjian seemed a little surprised. With a sound of "instigation", Jianjian's body disappeared in an instant, and his breath also disappeared at the same time.[
"Huh?" Jin Qian seemed to be a little sober at this time, "Well, I finally left." With a mournful look on his face, he opened his eyebrows and felt the certain halo that he cherished coming from the shadows of the trees.
As the wind blew, the leaves floated, and a few scattered halos of light swayed, moving left and right on Jin Qiang's face, making him feel the dazzling light in front of his eyes.
"Woohoo." Jin Qian seemed to be a little distracted by the chaos in front of him. He simply supported his body and sat up. He put his face with one hand and thought hard.
"It's been ten thousand years. Can't we dispel her opinion of me?" Jin Qian frowned and thought about it.
...Ten thousand years ago, at that time, Golden Gun was only ten years old.
A loud "pop" slap passed across Jin Qiang's right face, which immediately shocked Jin Qiang.
"I..." Jin Qiang couldn't say anything. He didn't know why, but his whole body was trembling, whether he was angry or aggrieved.
The holy and beautiful girl in front of him glared at him, her face flushed, and her eyes filled with tears.
After the girl in front of her slapped her face, she said, "I will never hesitate to see you again." Then the angel-like girl held back her sadness and anger, and flew away with slightly trembling shoulders.
Already.
"I..." Jin Qian felt the heat on his face, but his heart felt cold, "I really didn't... didn't... didn't peek at you taking a shower." Jin Qian explained in a low voice, in a low voice.
It seemed as if the grievance and bitterness in his heart broke out at any time. He clenched his fists and relaxed them for some reason. Jin Qian was overwhelmed by the conflict in his heart and left here in a daze.
…
"What happened?" Jin Qian leaned against the tree trunk, thinking and recalling: "I really didn't do it at that time. But how could she pinch her if she didn't believe me?" Jin Qian now pinched his face with a wry smile.
, seems to be wondering if he is in a dream now.
...It was still ten thousand years ago, when he was already thirteen years old.
A somewhat mournful young man held up the pebbles at his feet angrily. His face was unclear whether he was angry or frustrated. He walked past an ancient tree next to him and punched it with a wave of his golden gun.
The place where the punch hit was filled with shattered wood residue, but Jin Qian still seemed to be upset and was about to punch again when a familiar voice came from behind him.
"What's wrong? It messed with you. It's an old tree that has lived for thousands of years, but its temper is not too irritable." Leng Han, who was wearing a long blue coat, came over.
At this time, Leng Han looked like he was just over 10 years old. He didn't look so sharp and sharp, but seemed to be back to his original nature and restrained.
"She has rejected me for the thousand, three hundredth time." Jin Qian replied sarcastically.
"Uh..." Leng Han seemed to lose his temper. After a long time, he said to the boy beside him: "Persistence may not lead to victory."
"But didn't you once say that persistence will lead to victory?" Jin Qian retorted.
"Haha, it depends on the situation. Sometimes, taking a step back will open up the sky. The sudden light is so extraordinary and ordinary." Leng Han said something that Jin Gun didn't understand very well.
"Huh?" He looked at Leng Han in confusion, his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking, but Leng Han did not bother him in any way, standing quietly next to Jin Qian, silently looking at the immature boy in front of him.[
After a long while, Jin Qian still shook his head and asked: "I don't understand, extraordinary and ordinary. Contradictory and opposite..." Jin Qian seemed to be unwilling to pay attention to Leng Han around him. When he turned around to leave, Leng Han said
: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Xiaoran has the highest understanding among everyone. You can ask him." Then Leng Han also left with a smile.
"Leng Xiaoran..." Jin Qiang's head suddenly reflected a figure that made him somewhat disgusted.
"What's so great about looking aloof and aloof? Humph..." In my heart, I kept belittling the man who would always be on top of me and shine with a brilliance that could be compared to others.
Then the girl's shyness and joy in front of that annoying blue figure was reflected in Jin Qian's mind again. Suddenly Jin Qian felt a little angry in his heart, with an angry look on his face, "Just go, am I still afraid of him?"
After noon, at the small pool in the valley where the Yin Qi is stronger, there is still the somewhat lonely figure of the Golden Gun.
"Pap-tat-tat" footsteps came from behind Jin Qiang.
"Why did you arrive just now?" Jin Qian looked at the young man behind him who was so calm that he felt very angry.
"Some things have been delayed. Is there something wrong?" The calm face was full of emotion, and he glanced at Jin Qiang, which seemed to make Jin Qiang's body tense.
"I..." Jin Qiang didn't know how to speak for a while, like ants on a hot pot, and soon, hot sweat was flowing down Jin Qiang's forehead.
"Gulu." Jin Qian didn't dare to look at Leng Xiaoran's eyes, secretly swallowed a sip of water, and was anxious in his heart: "What should I say about this matter? Uncle Leng, aren't you trying to seduce me?"
After a while, Leng Xiaoran frowned slightly and said, "Uncle Leng has already told me about this matter."
"Huh? Ah" Jin Qiang's face froze for a moment and then he looked at the calm man in front of him in shock.
"How can I still hang out in the Saint Clan after being embarrassed?" Jin Qian thought sadly.
"Everything in the heaven and earth has a beginning and an end. There is a cause and an effect. Whatever the cause is, it will produce the same effect..." The golden gun interrupted Leng Xiaoran's chanting.
"I'm not here to listen to your big principles." Jin Qiang said in a very shameless manner.
"Only by letting nature take its course can you become a saint." Leng Xiaoran seemed to know that no matter how much he said, it would be useless, so he said a wise saying with rich connotations. Whether you can understand it or not depends on the understanding of Jin Qian.
After Leng Xiaoran finished speaking, she jumped into the small pool behind her and ignored the golden gun.
"Only by letting nature take its course can you be reborn as a saint..." Jin Qiang muttered in a low voice, his face changing in countless ways.
…
"Only by letting nature take its course can you be reborn and become a saint..." Jin Qiang, who was leaning against the tree trunk now, seemed to be whispering, as if these words had some magic power, enchanting Jin Qiang.
"Am I too stubborn?" Jin Qian recalled this incident and had been distressed for several years, so that his bohemian character had covered his soul since then.
"Isn't Jin's strength just stubbornness?" Jin Qiang looked at the golden light shining in his hand and wondered.
Suddenly, Jin Gun recalled what his father said when he was drunk, "You will never be able to see the true meaning of the Jin system if you are obsessed with external power..."