One hundred and ninety-eighth chapter nature dictates
Lan Xin has always been a bit arrogant and looked down on Zhao Yuan in a condescending manner. She always believed that Zhao Yuan was just an ordinary figure in the world.
"Yes. By the way, are you also a martial arts wizard?" Zhao Yuan asked.
"How do you know?"
"The secret book states very clearly that one must be a martial witch to practice the art of shooting arrows."
"Huh, you know it but you still ask. By the way, have you really learned the art of shooting arrows?" Lan Xin asked curiously.
"Although I am not a martial arts witch, my ability to shoot arrows is just as delicate as an insect."
"Just brag!" Lan Xin said sarcastically.
"Okay, hold on tight, we're about to set off..."
Before Zhao Yuan finished speaking, he ran out like an arrow leaving a string.
"ah……"
Lan Xin was caught off guard and let out a scream.
The strong wind in front of her was like a knife cutting her. Lan Xin was blown by the strong wind and half-squinted her eyes. She watched with horror as the huge sand dunes were left behind. She had never thought that humans could reach such terrifying speeds.
, it is no exaggeration to describe it as lightning fast.
The desert is scorching hot, and the yellow sand is still yellow sand at first glance, with an occasional patch of weeds or cacti.
Zhao Yuan was like a tireless machine, running at lightning speed.
In less than half an hour, Lan Xin lost her initial shock and novelty, because her wound was extremely painful due to the violent bumps. She gritted her teeth and endured the heartbreaking pain. Her injured arm became increasingly weak.
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Lan Xin didn't dare to say it because it was her own choice.
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Finally, Lan Xin's pain ended, because Zhao Yuan, who had run for more than a hundred miles, stopped to rest.
However, the rest was too short, and Lan Xin breathed a sigh of relief. After taking a sip of water, Zhao Yuan stood up, walked to her and squatted down in front of her.
"I... hug me..." Lan Xin said.
"Are you sure?" Zhao Yuan looked at Lan Xin with a strange expression.
"Sure!"
"Aren't you afraid that I will be scornful of you?"
"Can't you hold it back?" Lan Xin couldn't bear it any longer, she glared at Zhao Yuan and roared loudly.
"Well... I'm not Liu Xiahui. Nowadays, beautiful women can sit still and be pregnant... Okay, I'll endure it. Don't blame me if you can't help it, hahaha..." Zhao Yuan bent down.
Picking up Lan Xin's slender and smooth legs, she said, "Hey, you have long legs and long feet, but they are not heavy."
"You have long legs and long feet, let's go!" A red cloud appeared on Lan Xin's face. She felt that Zhao Yuan's hand on her waist touched her sensitive parts.
"Not bad, not bad. It's a worthwhile trip to be able to hold such an exotic beauty. Let's go!"
Zhao Yuan let out a loud roar and ran away, leaving a trail of footprints in the desert.
The yellow sand is rolling.
The lonely smoke in the desert.
It was already sunset, and the golden sand dunes were reflected on the sky. The sky was reflected with clouds that looked like burning fire. The desert gave people a desolate and vast spectacle.
Now, Lanxin feels much more comfortable.
Zhao Yuan's two strong arms supported her without any bumps. However, Lan Xin was not in a good mood because Zhao Yuan's hands were getting older and weaker. What made her most intolerable was that Zhao Yuan actually touched her.
Looking at her pair of slender and smooth thighs, she sighed in admiration...
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"Are you a man?" Lan Xin was going crazy and scolded sternly.
"Daughter, don't ask, why are men so evil? Since ancient times, benevolence and righteousness have only harmed others, and morality has never been righteous. If you don't see it, ligers and tigers have gained a reputation for their prey. Who can pity the poor elk? In the world, the strong has always preyed on the weak, even if it is justified, it is in vain."
Zhao Yuan's long hair was flying, and he sang with heroic spirit.
In this desolate desert, Zhao Yuan underwent a transformation. Of course, strictly speaking, this was not transformation, it was just nature. Because of Monk Tianxin's persuasion, Zhao Yuan no longer suppressed his nature.
He needs to show his edge, he needs to make God jealous, and he needs to face the catastrophe head on.
Zhao Yuan never lacked respect for women.
He respects Wan Ling'er.
He respects the bright moon and tomorrow.
He respects Fairy Caixia.
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 when facing Youlan in Baihua Tower, Zhao Yuan respected her.
He doesn't need to respect Lan Xin, because Lan Xin has never respected him. In Lan Xin's eyes, he is just a person being used, and their relationship is just about using each other. Zhao Yuan naturally doesn't have to be polite to such a woman.
Lan Xin stopped scolding Zhao Yuan, her eyes were filled with tears, and she endured the humiliation silently.
Zhao Yuan didn't bother to pay attention to Lan Xin's emotions at all, and still ran wildly, his hands still roaming around Lan Xin's body unscrupulously, showing no mercy.
"We're almost there, let me down!" Lan Xin struggled and jumped out of Zhao Yuan's arms. She didn't want the tribe's warriors to see her being carried back by a strange man.
"I'm leaving." Zhao Yuan straightened his clothes. Under the dim moonlight, he could see a small lake like a crescent moon in the distance under the sand dunes. Beside the lake, there was an oasis. Above the oasis, there was
There is a row of dome tents, and around the tents, cattle and sheep sleep leisurely, which is full of exotic customs.
"Just leaving?" Lan Xin was stunned.
"Are you waiting for you to call a bunch of people to kill me?" Zhao Yuan laughed.
"I'm not as despicable as you!" Lan Xin said bitterly after Zhao Yuan told her his thoughts.
"Haha, if you are willing to spend the night with me, it's okay for me to stay all night." Zhao Yuan lifted up Lan Xin's beautiful chin and said with a confused look on his face.
"Shameless!" Lan Xin threw away Zhao Yuan's hand, her face flushed.
"Okay, I really have to leave, please be careful."
"roll!"
Lan Xin was in a daze for a while as she watched Zhao Yuan running wildly and stirring up dust all over the sky.
After standing there for a while, Lan Xin straightened her clothes and walked along the sand dunes towards the row of tents by the lake after confirming that Zhao Yuan had left.
"Hey, brother, this girl is really good. It's a pity that you let her go."
"Don't you just want the spirit of death? There will be more of them in the future, and she won't be missing."
"No, no, the monk really thinks this girl is pretty, with good facial features, good skin, and long legs..."
"Yes, my legs are hairy too."
"...cough cough cough...the legs are hairy...the monk really didn't pay attention...it turns out that you don't like women with hairy hair, okay, okay, the monk will give you a recipe, hair removal is very effective."
"..."
"Zhao Yuan, it's still too late to catch her and bring her back."
"Forget it, she is already a dead person." Zhao Yuan sighed.
"Why?"
"The camp gave off a dangerous atmosphere. It was probably a trap set by someone to ambush her."
"I see... Sigh, it's a pity that a good girl died in vain." Monk Tianxin shook his head and sighed with compassion.
"When did you become so kind?"
"People are always kind-hearted. Even those who are extremely evil will occasionally show kind-heartedness. What's more, the monk has been practicing since childhood in order to save the world's people from dire straits...Zhao Yuan, how about...
, you rescued that girl?"
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