[PS: Thanks to my brothers for the red envelopes, I have already opened dozens of oceans, hahaha!]
"Zhao Yuan, I know you can't sleep." Tomorrow got into Zhao Yuan's blanket.
"Um."
"I'm ready." Tomorrow spread out his jade arms, hugged Zhao Yuan, pressed his plump peaks against Zhao Yuan's chest, and then whispered softly into Zhao Yuan's ear.
"What are you ready for?" Zhao Yuan was stunned.
"You...you are a dead person! I...I'm ready...well..." Tomorrow pinched Zhao Yuan with a shy look on his face.
"I am not ready yet."
Zhao Yuan smiled bitterly. He just thought of Wan Ling'er, where he was still in the mood to be friends with each other tomorrow.
"You...Zhao Yuan, are you not as good as Wan Ling'er?" Tomorrow grabbed Zhao Yuan's ears, lowered his voice, and looked at Zhao Yuan angrily.
"Wan Ling'er won't pull my ears or poke my forehead." Zhao Yuan hugged Ming Ri's slender waist and sighed.
"Okay, I won't pull your ears or poke you anymore, that's better!"
"Then thank you."
"Are you ready now?" Tomorrow gently stroked Zhao Yuan's face with his hands, extremely tenderly.
"No."
"You...you...are so angry with me...Zhao Yuan, you still can't forget that vixen!" Tomorrow turned over and pressed on Zhao Yuan's body, looking at Zhao Yuan angrily.
"She's not a vixen." Zhao Yuan frowned and stared at Tomorrow.
"Believe it or not, I will chop off your dog's head right now!" Tomorrow gritted her teeth, and with a move of her hand, the flying sword appeared out of thin air and was held in her hand.
"Wan Ling'er won't cut off my dog's head easily."
"You, you...you...I...you..." Mingri was speechless and speechless. He suddenly put away his sword, plunged into Zhao Yuan's arms and began to cry.
"Tomorrow, I'm really in no mood today." Zhao Yuan hugged Tomorrow.
"I'm going to bed." Tomorrow stood up and wiped his tears with his sleeves.
"Go ahead, sleep a little longer and recuperate your energy. If you steal the weapons at night, you'll still be on your way."
"Um."
After wiping away her tears tomorrow, she glanced at Zhao Yuan and gently returned to the tent.
Zhao Yuan could feel that Tomorrow was still sobbing softly, and she seemed extremely sad.
Taking a look at the bright sunshine outside the cave, Zhao Yuan let out a long sigh. He never regarded himself as a gentleman. He came from a well-known family. When he was only sixteen years old, he had already seen countless women. He was a man of flesh and blood and needed women.
A normal man, but he cannot have fun with another woman when he is thinking about Wan Ling'er. He can't do it.
Perhaps, Wan Ling'er will not be seen in this life.
Maybe, I won't be able to avenge that blood feud in this life.
Perhaps, he would be stabbed to death by the moody Tomorrow's sword in his sleep.
…
Suddenly, Zhao Yuan felt so tired.
The once prosperous Zhao family is now the only one left, and he is burdened with too many responsibilities. Revenge is not easy. At this time, Zhao Yuan already has some preliminary understanding of the villain list. He already knows the top fifty on the villain list.
What a heaven-defying existence.
According to Ming Ri Mingyue, even a master of cultivation like Wan Ziyu cannot compete with the top 50 on the villain list. Even the 200-year-old Master Su Xin can only compete with the top 50 on the villain list in terms of strength.
The masters compete...
…
If I could sleep without waking up, it might be a relief.
No!
Zhao Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, with a cruel look in his eyes.
In this world, no one can stop him from taking revenge. Not even one year is not enough for ten years, nor is ten years not enough for a hundred years. Even if he spends his whole life, he must avenge that bloody sea of blood!
That black-faced god is also an ordinary human being. He is not a cultivator. He can kill cultivators easily. Why can't I!
If the Black-faced God can do it, I can, not to mention, I have one more advantage than him, I have aura!
Aura!
A raging flame burned in Zhao Yuan's eyes. The flame was like the fire of hell, capable of burning everything.
The two auras in Zhao Yuan's body were still vague, occasionally becoming condensed and even tangible, but more often than not, they were very weak. As Zhao Yuan accelerated his "speed" practice, he
The speed of consuming spiritual energy is getting faster and faster. Every time he practices "speed", he reaches a critical point and must stop. Zhao Yuan is worried that the precious spiritual energy will suddenly disappear.
That weak aura was all Zhao Yuan's hope, and he protected it carefully, for fear of accidents.
At one point, Zhao Yuan tried to give up practicing "Ten Thousand Enemies" and then concentrate on cultivating the two hard-won spiritual energy. However, he could not find a way to cultivate the spiritual energy. Moreover, once he stopped practicing "Ten Thousand Enemies", then
Although the two auras would become stable, they would not have that condensed and tangible feeling. After careful consideration, Zhao Yuan decided to continue practicing "Ten Thousand Enemies".
Before he can find a better cultivation method, "Ten Thousand Enemies" is the only cultivation secret that Zhao Yuan can use to strengthen himself, and the effects are gradually showing. Even if those effects are not the spiritual energy that Zhao Yuan expected, they are still.
It's better than nothing.
Zhao Yuan had no choice.
Now, Zhao Yuan's path to cultivation is becoming increasingly bleak.
According to Master Su Xin, if he wants to cultivate, he must have a cultivator above the Sanxian level to rebuild his foundation. There is no doubt that this is an impossible task for Zhao Yuan. If Zhao Yuan can
If he found a Sanxian to build the foundation for him, he wouldn't have to practice hard on his own, because the Sanxian should have no problem killing Hua Tutuo.
Zhao Yuan still has a vague understanding of the world of cultivation, and the classification of some cultivators' levels is extremely confusing. He doesn't even know how to tell who is more powerful, Wan Ziyu or Master Su Xin.
Now, because of the relationship with the Wan family, Zhao Yuan was fortunate enough to get to know cultivators. However, from the few words of Master Su Xin, it can be guessed that cultivators like Wan Ziyu and Master Su Xin have no role in the world of cultivation.
It's nothing, otherwise, there wouldn't be a situation like Liu Xiaotian causing Wanjia to panic.
In front of a truly strong person, both Wan Ziyu and Master Su Xin are vulnerable.
Perhaps, the black-faced god can compete with Liu Xiaotian.
In the midst of random thoughts, Zhao Yuan fell into a deep sleep. He didn't know that Tomorrow had been watching blankly in the tent. It seemed to Tomorrow that he had been thinking about Wan Ling'er.
There will be a sense of crisis tomorrow.
After leaving the Wan family, Tomorrow thought she would have nothing to worry about. But today, she discovered that Zhao Yuan had not forgotten Wan Ling'er at all. Even if it was a small talisman, he would think about people when he saw things, and even ignore her.
and the existence of the bright moon.
Bitch! I will definitely win you, I will make you kneel in front of me and lick your toes, then beg me, beg me...
There’s a long way to go!
Tomorrow was also full of random thoughts, but her self-healing ability was extremely strong. After a while, she became more confident and vowed to defeat Wan Ling'er both mentally and physically.
Just as Mingyue said, tomorrow is a person with a bad temper, who comes and goes quickly. The two sisters used to draw swords at each other. However, they slept in the same bed at night and reconciled as before in the morning. They were unhappy.
The happy ones were completely forgotten.
A day without words.
When it was almost dark, Ming Riqing took off his sword, activated the spirit shield, and took the three of them to find a secluded place to fly at low altitude.
The best way to be wary of people on the ground is not to fly as high as possible. The best way is to fly at a low altitude. The higher you fly, the easier it is to be discovered. Of course, this refers to when you are on the ground. If you are just
Simply to avoid mortals, the higher you fly, the harder it will be to find.
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