Seeing that several hours had passed and it was almost dawn, the two of them still found nothing, and even Wan Ling'er's high mood became low.
Zhao Yuan lit a fire in front of the wooden house and sat on the green stone with Wan Ling'er to rest.
"Zhao Yuan, when I was a child, my father also got me a piece of emerald stone to help me build my foundation and cultivate my spiritual energy, but it was not such a big piece."
"Is this thing effective?" Zhao Yuan was distracted.
"It's okay. For those who are starting to practice cultivation, the effect is pretty good. After the early stage of cultivation, this thing has no effect. Besides, although this thing is cheap, it is inconvenient to transport. Generally
A cultivator with some aura will not choose emerald stone for cultivation. It’s strange... I heard that Senior Yunke is very powerful, why did he put such a big emerald stone here..."
"Isn't this green stone naturally grown here?" Zhao Yuan's heart moved, and he seemed to realize something.
"Halo, when did I say that turquoise grows naturally here? Our Yangshan Mountain does not produce turquoise."
"You mean, this emerald stone was brought here from somewhere else?"
"Of course, look at how smooth the emerald stone mirror is. Do you think that old Yunke is so bored that he polishes it by himself every day? These are all polished according to the required specifications before they are shipped from the origin of the emerald stone, brother."
"Secret cemetery!" Zhao Yuan stood up suddenly and stared at the emerald stone at his feet.
"Secret cemetery!" Wan Ling'er suddenly woke up, staring straight at the emerald stone at his feet, his face turning red with excitement.
"We have to find a way to pry open this emerald stone."
"How can you pry such a big piece?" Wan Ling'er walked around the huge turquoise stone, looking like a dog biting a hedgehog with no place to bite.
This turquoise stone is huge, with a diameter of more than several feet. It may weigh several thousand kilograms, and the two of them cannot move it at all.
"There will definitely be a way."
With a look of affirmation on his face, Zhao Yuan began to observe carefully at the edge of the turquoise stone, not missing every detail. He was extremely focused. Occasionally, he would use his hands to try to figure out the corners and bulges of the rock on the edge.
Time passes little by little.
Wan Ling'er sat in front of the fire, holding his face in his hands, looking at Zhao Yuan who looked attentive, with a hint of intoxication in his eyes like a stream of autumn water.
It is easiest for a man to impress a woman when he is focused on his work.
Due to differences in physiological structures, men and women have two completely different ways of thinking. In childhood, there is not much difference in IQ between girls and boys. However, because boys are active and playful by nature, quiet ones
Girls perform better than boys in all aspects. However, as they age, girls’ advantages disappear. At this time, girls have become women. In addition to physical differences, they will also be affected by countless
Surrounded by "aggressive" men, women are intoxicated in this illusory world and cannot extricate themselves, unable to meditate. "Concentration" has become a luxury for women.
Men do the opposite.
Men who have passed their childhood begin to become focused. When they encounter something that interests them, they will show amazing persistence and patience. This persistence and patience are transformed into a kind of motivation, and the motivation finally turns into something concrete.
Achievements. Among cultivators, the number of men far exceeds that of women. This is also because men show more fanatical persistence and concentration in cultivation, and invest more enthusiasm and time than women can imagine.
This is the difference between men and women.
And it is precisely because of this difference that women appreciate men's concentration the most. In fact, the objects of human envy are all the flaws in themselves. For example, tall people envy short people who are small and exquisite, while short people envy tall people who are slender and graceful.
"Found it."
Zhao Yuan raised his head and suddenly saw Wan Ling'er's confused eyes. In just a moment, Zhao Yuan fell into the trap and could not extricate himself.
Time and space suddenly solidified.
Their eyes were like magnets, attracting each other and unwilling to separate.
The firelight outlined Wan Ling'er's figure in the darkness. The outline was flawless. The long eyelashes were also dyed with a layer of warm gold by the firelight. The collar of the close-fitting little cotton-padded jacket was slightly open, revealing half of her slender body.
The jade neck is as white as jade, as if carved from jade, and the waterfall-like long hair is also rendered by the orange firelight, as if it has been plated with a layer of gorgeous gold...
Feeling Zhao Yuan's extremely aggressive gaze, Wan Ling'er lowered her head shyly, with a blush on her face spreading to her fair neck.
"We have to go out." Seeing Wan Ling'er lowering his head, Zhao Yuan woke up in shock.
"Well……"
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Wan Ling'er put the sword on the ground and hesitated to go up. After summoning the courage to go up, Zhao Yuan was timid, fearing that his hands would touch Wan Ling'er's soft and slender waist.
"Let's go." Wan Ling'er said softly.
"Um."
Zhao Yuan carefully hugged Wan Ling'er's waist, trying not to get his chest close to Wan Ling'er's back.
"I'm going to fly." Wan Ling'er reminded gently.
"Um……"
The Ice Divine Sword slowly rose, and Zhao Yuan's arms around Wan Ling'er suddenly exerted force, tightly hugging Wan Ling'er's slim waist. The Ice Divine Sword was less than three fingers wide, and Zhao Yuan could not stand at all.
Only by holding Wan Ling'er's waist with both hands can he maintain balance. With this hug, the two bodies were pressed closely together.
The Ice Divine Sword was flying slowly. Wan Ling'er felt the power of Zhao Yuan's hands and the hot air between Zhao Yuan's breath. Suddenly, she hoped to fly like this forever...
…
It is impossible to fly forever.
Women's dreams are always unrealistic. While Wan Ling'er was still immersed in the ambiguous atmosphere and couldn't extricate himself, Zhao Yuan's eyes had already found the target.
It is always easier for men to get out of the fantasy world than for women.
"Left, go down."
"ah……"
"Fly to the left. Did you see the third tree on the edge of the cliff? It's a miscellaneous tree. It's of medium size and hard enough."
"Oh...which one..."
"That...left..."
"Hmm...is it this one..."
"...It's this one..."
…
The two circled in the air for several times, and Wan Ling'er, who was distracted, finally woke up and found the straight miscellaneous tree that Zhao Yuan had mentioned. The miscellaneous tree was slightly thinner than an adult's thigh. Zhao Yuan used the Ice God to
It took a lot of effort with the sword to cut through the densely wooded tree - if Yun Ke knew that Zhao Yuan used his Ice Divine Sword to cut down the tree, he would probably be furious.
After clearing away the excess branches, Zhao Yuan hugged Wan Ling'er with one hand and held the tree on his shoulder with the other as he flew towards the cave.
Zhao Yuan didn't know that Wan Ling'er's fair face had turned blood red because Zhao Yuan put a hand on her plump breasts and held on tightly.
Of course, Zhao Yuan didn't mean it. He was already a head taller than Wan Ling'er. When he hugged Wan Ling'er with both hands, he could move his hands to Wan Ling'er's lower abdomen. And now, Zhao Yuan
One hand is holding the tree trunk on the shoulder, and only one hand is left to maintain the balance of the body. Naturally, it has to move up, and it must be grasped hard.
In fact, Zhao Yuan didn't feel anything because she was separated by a thick cotton-padded jacket. However, Wan Ling'er was different. A young girl with a yellow flower was grabbing her breasts with one hand by a grown man. You can imagine her shyness. Of course,
Even if Zhao Yuan notices it, he will probably continue to seize it without hesitation. After all, this opportunity does not come often.
Now, the most painful thing is Wan Ling'er. She still can't speak out and has to pretend not to know, letting the devil's claws ravage her virgin land...
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