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If Zhao Yuan knew that hiding among ordinary people would avoid causing disaster, he would probably hide among the crowd all day long...
After being dazed for a while, Zhao Yuan lay down on the bed.
rustle……
There was a slight friction sound, and in the darkness, Zhao Yuan saw a black shadow like a bat bumping and tossing at the entrance of the cave, as if it wanted to crash into the room, but the black shadow stumbled.
During the fluttering, although he was wandering around the entrance of the cave, he couldn't enter the room no matter what, and the window paper rustled against it.
"Are there still bats in winter? If there are bats in winter, then these bats are too stupid." Zhao Yuan glanced at the black shadow and closed his eyes again.
"Bang"
Zhao Yuan opened his eyes again and turned his head to look, but the black shadow fell to the ground and fluttered. He must have bumped into it, but he used too much force and fell to the ground.
"Silly bat... uh..."
Zhao Yuan was surprised to see that the black shadow actually struggled to fly slowly, and then remained still and suspended in the air, like a ghost.
What a monster!
There is no way a bat can hover like this in the air.
Zhao Yuan was startled and suddenly sat up, his eyes fixed on the black shadow. The black shadow seemed to be observing something. After hovering for a while, it actually flapped its wings and flew towards Zhao Yuan.
Watching the black shadow flying over little by little, even though Zhao Yuan was so brave, he still had a creepy feeling in this quiet night.
Human beings are full of yearning for light and full of awe for darkness and unknown things, and Zhao Yuan is no exception.
The muscles all over Zhao Yuan's body were as tight as a bow string, and his whole body was like a hunting cheetah.
At this time, Zhao Yuan was sitting on the bed with a very big target. What was strange was that the black shadow actually ignored Zhao Yuan's existence and flew towards the empty bedside, and then fell on the bedside without any warning.
Not moving anymore.
Zhao Yuan did not dare to act rashly. He stared at the black shadow for a long time, but the black shadow remained motionless, as if it had suddenly lost its life.
Finally, Zhao Yuan couldn't help it any longer, quietly got out of bed, walked barefoot on the ground without making the slightest sound, and then lit the oil lamp...
A pink paper butterfly lies quietly on the bedside.
Paper butterfly.
letter!
Wan Linger’s letter!!
Zhao Yuan suppressed his wildly beating heart, returned to the bed, and carefully picked up the delicate paper butterfly. This was an extremely delicately folded paper butterfly. The paper butterfly was covered with some words and characters that Zhao Yuan did not recognize.
Symbols are full of infinite mystery.
"Don't take it apart."
On the wings of the paper butterfly, there are three huge red letters written on it. The red letters look bloody, as if to warn Zhao Yuan. These three words are very forceful, and they look scary and frightening.
"I can't sleep either."
Zhao Yuan wrote a few words and inserted the piece of paper into the back of the paper butterfly. An amazing scene appeared. The paper butterfly actually jumped up in Zhao Yuan's hand, danced in the air and flew in a circle, then walked straight away.
The hole flew out and disappeared into the dark night...
"..."
Seeing the paper butterfly disappear, Zhao Yuan suddenly realized.
It turns out that the "letter" Wan Ling'er mentioned was a paper butterfly that could fly. No wonder he had to poke a hole in the window paper.
This paper butterfly is too powerful. If everyone communicates in this way, the postmen of the Qin Empire will be unemployed. Immediately, Zhao Yuan thought that this idea is obviously a bit unrealistic. The Qin Empire has a population of hundreds of millions. If all the postmen in the Qin Empire are based on this method,
Delivering letters this way will make even the most powerful cultivator die from exhaustion.
rustle……
Just as Zhao Yuan was thinking wildly, a slight sound broke through the air. He saw the pink paper butterfly lingering outside the open window for a while, and then, as if he had spotted it, he plunged into the room and entered.
At the back of the room, the pink paper butterfly seemed very proud of its successful entry. It flew several circles in the air, danced gracefully for a while, and then fell to the head of Zhao Yuan's bed.
"Are you feeling better now? Do you still have diarrhea? I'm so annoyed." The row of beautiful handwriting on the letter warmed Zhao Yuan's heart.
"I'm already fine. Why bother?"
"Well, my father is not good."
"What happened to your dad?"
"I didn't know who I was fighting with, and I was seriously injured. I have been unconscious since I came back."
"Have you ever been out?"
"Yes, I went to Shenlong Mountain to find a doctor. Did you see me?"
"Well, I saw when you came back, there was someone beside you. Is that doctor good?"
"Yes, he is a very good doctor, but she can't do anything about my father's injuries."
"Why?"
"My father's Dantian was pierced by a flying sword, hurting his soul. Ordinary medicine stones no longer work, and a large number of crystal stones are needed. But it doesn't matter, my mother is selling off her property. In a few days, she will have money to buy crystal stones.
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"You want to sell off your property?" The two of them chatted back and forth. When Zhao Yuan saw the news that Wanjia was going to sell off his property, he couldn't help but trembled.
"Yes, we need a lot of top quality crystals to rebuild the damaged Dantian. Our family now has to feed thousands of victims, which is very expensive. In addition, the roads are blocked by heavy snow, and mobs are running around to commit crimes. The goods in the east courtyard cannot be turned into cash for the time being.
We can only sell our property."
"oh."
"Zhao Yuan, I'm afraid I won't be able to go out and play with you in the future."
"Why?"
"I want to sell the Ice Divine Sword. The doctor from Shenlong Mountain contacted me with a buyer who offered 50 million imperial coins. If I bargain, I can probably sell it for 80 million."
"Don't sell."
"No, I'm afraid my family doesn't have enough money, and my father needs a lot of crystal stones."
"That's okay. You also have a small black sword. You can sell it."
"No, I said, that little black sword is yours."
"I do not need."
"You will need it in the future. Don't worry. When my father gets better, I will buy another good flying sword. Our Wan family can make a lot of money."
"Um."
"Mom will cover me with a quilt later. I'm going to bed. Zhao Yuan, you should go to bed early too."
"OK."
…
The two of them chatted until early in the morning.
Zhao Yuan didn't know that Wan Ling'er was so exhausted that she was sweating profusely every time she sent out a letter, because her aura could not control the paper butterfly to fly such a long distance, and the paper butterfly was able to fly to the east courtyard entirely because of her
The refined "Flying on Grass" elixir.
Flying on the Grass is a very common elixir that can temporarily stimulate the human body's potential. Wan Ling'er had a whim and soaked the paper butterfly in the juice of the Flying on the Grass elixir, and then drove it with spiritual energy. Surprisingly,
The paper butterfly was actually able to fly up and down. Wan Ling'er experimented several times and added some talismans. After making improvements, the paper butterfly was finally able to fly to Zhao Yuan's room in the east courtyard.
Of course, even with the help of the flying elixir on the grass, Wan Ling'er was still exhausted. After all, each paper butterfly's flight still requires a lot of spiritual energy.
When Wan Ling'er fell asleep, Zhao Yuan did not fall asleep. He read Wan Ling'er's letter from beginning to end over and over again.
These words, like torches in winter, made Zhao Yuan feel infinite warmth.
For Zhao Yuan, reading the letter over and over again allowed him to imagine Wan Ling'er's innocent appearance when he wrote the letter, which made Zhao Yuan have endless reverie...
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