"Miss Yao'er should be fine, right?" Dongfang Zimo saw that the other party had woken up and immediately put her down.
"Well..." Yaoyu had a blush on her face, and she brushed a strand of black hair on her forehead with some embarrassment.
"It's okay, but let's take a rest first. I'll cook something for Miss Yao'er." Dongfang Zimo smiled slightly, as if he didn't pursue Yao Yu's sneaking out, and turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
"It's all my fault, please don't tell my father!" Yaoyu bit her red lips and begged after hesitation.
"It's my fault for lax supervision and failing to do my duty as a servant. Miss Yao'er should have a good rest." Dongfang Zimo shook his head and smiled bitterly, then went to the kitchen and said nothing more.
Yaoyu stood there silently, a little at a loss, and returned to her room feeling guilty.
After what happened during the day, Yao Yuke no longer had any thoughts of fun.
Shortly after dinner in the evening, without being reminded by Dongfang Zimo, this woman took the initiative to go to the practice room to meditate.
Dongfang Zimo smiled happily, just when he was thinking about going back to meditate and practice Qi.
Suddenly there was a noise outside the door, and a moment later, the door of the house was kicked open.
"Where are the people! Get out of here!"
A bearded man in black robe led a group of people and stormed in aggressively.
Two of them ran to the side of the man in black robe and were talking about something.
"Master, the person who killed the young master lives here. That person must be hiding!" said a follower with an evil look on his face.
"Search for me! We must find that boy! If you dare to kill my son, he will pay with his life!" The man in black robe gave the order, and the people around him immediately ran to the yard and started searching.
"Who are you!" Dongfang Zimo was attracted by the noise and glanced at the crowd with a gloomy expression.
Even Yaoyu was attracted by the noise outside.
Seeing so many people, although this woman was not timid, she was hiding behind Dongfang Zimo like a bird clinging to someone.
"Don't be afraid, Miss Yao'er, you will be fine as long as I am here." Dongfang Zimo said to this man in a gentle tone. But the next moment, his expression changed slightly and he stared at the man in black robe in front of him.
When he saw the unfathomable mana fluctuations on this body, Dongfang Zimo was secretly frightened, knowing that he was in trouble this time.
"That's him, Master! He's the one who killed the young master and fled the scene!" A follower suddenly pointed at Dongfang Zimo and shouted with a look of shock and anger.
"Twelve levels of Qi training, Dzogchen?" The man in black robe heard the voice and looked at him. He was also surprised when he saw Dongfang Zimo's cultivation level, but then his expression changed to anger.
"Okay, okay! I don't care who is behind you. If you kill my son, I will sacrifice you as a memorial!" The man in black robe showed an evil look on his face, and as soon as he finished speaking, he came straight towards Dongfang Zimo.
Even though he was bare-handed, his palms were filled with light.
Faced with this powerful spiritual pressure, Dongfang Zimo did not dare to fight head-on and directly drew his sword and swung it.
"Hmph! How can a piece of scrap metal hurt me!" The man in black robe sneered and grabbed it with both hands.
But as soon as he touched this sword, he regretted it.
The man in black robe had a cut on his palm and was bleeding profusely.
"What magical weapon is in your hand!" The man in black robe took a few steps back and said angrily, pointing at the dark sword.
This sword didn't have a trace of aura, but it was extremely sharp, which really made him unbelievable.
"Haha! It's just a piece of shit!" Dongfang Zimo sneered, but did not take the initiative to attack.
After all, it was only the other party's carelessness and luck that hurt him.
The aura of the black-robed man in front of him is still above him, and only a foundation-building monk can explain it.
Dongfang Zimo knew that he was no match for the foundation-building monks, so he was thinking about how to get out of danger while the other party was suffering a loss.
"You guys, don't let this woman run away." After the man in black robe learned that Dongfang Zimo was not a simple man, he became serious and even ordered people to catch Yaoyu to prevent Dongfang Zimo from escaping.
"It's just the two of us now, haha. It's really interesting. Since a little twelve-level Qi practitioner can be taken seriously by me, you will die without regrets!" The man in black robe said with a sneer, patting his waist with his hand.
In the storage bag, a sickle hook appeared gleamingly in his hand.
Dongfang Zimo was shocked when he saw this scene. He obviously didn't know how the other party took out the sickle hook.
"Don't even think about touching me!" Yaoyu yelled angrily from behind. She saw several big men surrounding her with ill intentions and wanted to take action.
Dongfang Zimo's face darkened, and he immediately killed a big man who was close to him with his sword to the ground.
When several other big men saw this, they took a few steps back in fear, not daring to act rashly.
Seeing Dongfang Zimo coming to rescue, Yaoyu ran over happily.
"Miss Yaoer is offended." After Dongfang Zimo said this meaningless sentence, he hugged Yaoyu's petite body in his arms and ran away.
Yaoyu was stunned at first, a blush appeared on her face, but she didn't say anything.
"What! You dare to run away in front of me, you are seeking death!" The man in black robe was stunned for a second and then chased after him angrily.
I saw him throwing the sickle hook in his hand forward, and he jumped up, actually flying directly with the weapon.
Dongfang Zimo was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene, and his steps became several times faster.
Relying on the twelfth level of Qi training, Dongfang Zimo looked at the person holding him in his hands as if nothing existed, and his legs exerted endless energy, allowing him to run far away for a while.
But the aircraft under the black-robed man's feet was no joke. No matter how hard Dongfang Zimo ran away, he could easily catch up.
The two sides were chasing each other like this for half an hour.
After running continuously for such a long time, even Dongfang Zimo, who was at the twelfth level of Qi training, was about to run out of energy.
Finally, in a barren mountain and ridge, Dongfang Zimo couldn't run anymore and could only stop and rest.
"You find a place to hide first, I will take care of it here!" Dongfang Zimo said sweating profusely.
Yaoyu also knew that she could not be of much help, so she obediently found a big tree nearby and hid.
"Hahaha! Why didn't you run away?" The voice of the man in black robes echoed in the air.
"Hmph! A small Qi-training monk still wants to compete with the Foundation Establishment Stage? What an idiot!" Seeing Dongfang Zimo looking like he was fighting to the death, the man in black robe said with a sarcastic smile.
Yaoyu suddenly disappeared, and the man in black robe didn't care. He just shot some shots around, his eyes stayed in a certain direction for a moment and revealed a sneer.
Dongfang Zimo also seemed to notice something, and glanced in that direction, his face uncertain.
"If Yaoyu is in any danger, I am ashamed of my seniors' trust! Even if I die, I have to take this person away with me!" Dongfang Zimo thought solemnly.
I saw him take out a talisman from his arms, and it became sparkling under the infusion of magic power at his fingertips.