On the official road in the suburbs, a pretty girl pouted, carrying a basket on her back, panting heavily, covered in dust.
"I am a mortal! I can't run fast! I can't run fast!!"
About twenty or thirty meters in front of the girl, a young man in white clothes was as handsome as jade, well-dressed, and his temperament was otherworldly, like a relegated immortal coming to earth.
The young man was dressed in white clothes and was spotless. Apart from holding a pen in his hand, there was nothing else.
And in the basket the girl was carrying, there were a change of clothes, a kettle, steamed buns, and chili sauce...
The two formed a sharp contrast. The one was carefree and unrestrained, traveling around and resembling a young man from a wealthy family.
The other one was "taking care of the whole family", hurriedly rushing along the way, and was as tired as a dog.
These two people are naturally Zhang Zifan and Xiao Yue'er.
Of course, they all have another name:
The Book Emperor in White and the Little Fairy.
"I say, young master, you are... a little too much to treat this girl like this."
An old man, whose hands and feet were shackled and tied to a prison van, looked at Xiao Yue'er who was running behind him, panting and dripping with sweat.
Somewhat unable to bear it, he hesitated and said:
"After all, I belong to a girl's family..."
"You old thing, are you allowed to speak?!"
Before the old man finished speaking, the two middle-aged men in charge of escorting him raised their hands and struck through the air with a whip.
Snap!
Snap!!
The whip is glowing with starlight and has spiritual power flowing through it. It is obviously a magic weapon.
Although the old man was also a monk, the shackles that bound his hands and feet were engraved with formations to confine the spiritual energy around his body, making him unable to resist.
The whip fell on the old man's back, ripping open the skin and dripping with blood.
The old man frowned in pain, but did not dare to resist.
"You are already a dying person, and you still have the pity for others?!"
The two middle-aged men responsible for escorting the old man had disdain on their faces:
"What's more, a maid is a slave. If a slave doesn't work, why should the master carry the luggage?!"
While he was talking, he was greeted with another whip, which made the old man grin.
Especially after hearing the word "slave", the old man's eyes became dull and lifeless.
Zhang Zifan touched his chin out of habit. The old man and the two middle-aged monks could not reach the secret realm of the Spirit King. For him, he could kill them with just one breath.
But the sadness in the old man's eyes aroused his interest.
While the whipping was over, Zhang Zifan walked to the prison car with great interest and asked:
"If the maid can't carry this basket, why should I, the master, carry it?"
Two middle-aged monks were wearing black Taoist robes and holding long swords. The Taoist robes also had the word "White Deer" embroidered on them.
When I saw Zhang Zifan approaching, I wanted to wave my sword and call him back.
But when they looked at Xiao Yue'er behind Zhang Zifan, they didn't know what they were planning, but they didn't stop Zhang Zifan.
"My lord... is a monk. He has strong qi and blood, and abundant spiritual power. He has magic treasures to store things, and... a sea of consciousness that can accommodate the world."
The old man was out of breath even as he spoke. His whole body's spiritual energy had been blocked. Now that he had been beaten to pieces, he had to go on the road again. Naturally, he was in extreme pain.
"And...and that girl doesn't have any spiritual energy in her body, she is just an ordinary person. Your Excellency is like this..." ωωw..net
"Aren't you deliberately making things difficult for this girl by acting like this?"
Mundane?
hehe!
If the old man knew Xiao Yue'er's true identity, he might be frightened to death.
The only fairy that exists in the entire Shifang Continent, the princess of Yaochi Fairyland, and the little fairy of the nine heavens, her identity and status far exceed that of the former empress Ji Jiufeng.
Such a being with extremely terrifying strength and background, even Zhang Zifan had to be careful.
This old man actually pitied her...
"Master, I can't walk anymore! I really can't walk!!"
While several people were talking, Xiao Yue'er behind him used up his last bit of strength to catch up quickly.
Then, without waiting for the others to react, he threw all the backpacks on his back onto the prison van, and climbed onto the prison van very smoothly.
Regardless of what others thought, Xiao Yue'er lay facelessly on the open space of the prison van, gasping for air after lying down.
"..."
Zhang Zifan sweated violently, and even the old man imprisoned in the prison car was stunned.
This temperament... doesn't look like that of a maid.
"Who is it, get down quickly!"
"I'm working at White Deer Academy. If you don't want to die, get out of here."
While he was talking, the monk in charge of guarding fiercely pulled out his sword and wanted to greet Xiao Yue'er.
The prison car was pulled by two fire-armored rhinoceroses. It was wide and wide. It drove on the official road with majesty.
Coupled with the fact that two monks from the White Deer Academy were guarding the Spirit King's secret realm, ordinary people simply did not dare to approach.
"Master, I can't walk anyway. If you want to beat me... just beat me to death!"
Xiao Yue'er hugged her legs and snorted coldly.
From the moment they stepped into Wenyuan Continent, the two of them did not move in space, but walked around on their own feet like ordinary people.
I don’t know what this silly boy is thinking. If he comes to take revenge, he will just kill the opponent’s lair. Even if he doesn’t want to move in space, he can still fly with his sword no matter how hard it is, he has to walk on his feet.
God knows how her little Yue'er got here these days. She had to travel across mountains and rivers, eat and sleep in the open, and carry a bunch of luggage.
It was not easy to see a car, and her little Yue'er wouldn't get out even if she was beaten to death.
"This brat, he is the Hongmeng Emperor of the Nine Tribulations, so naturally he doesn't feel tired."
Facing the monk who drew his sword and pointed it at him, Xiao Yue'er was not afraid at all, and even kept muttering in his heart:
"But my aunt is still a mortal! A mortal!! When my aunt recovers her immortal cultivation, let's see how I deal with you~"
"..."
Zhang Zifan was sweating furiously, while watching the cute little Yue'er act cute and pretending to be pitiful to him, while eavesdropping on her thoughts.
This feeling...
"Two fellow Taoists, my maid really can't walk anymore."
As he spoke, Zhang Zifan bowed his hands to the two monks from White Deer Academy:
"If you don't mind, can you let me wait for you?"
Traveling with you?
The old man in the prison car glared desperately at Zhang Zifan and Xiao Yue'er, and his hesitant expression turned into a sigh as the whip shook.
The two monks looked at the pretty Xiao Yue'er, then at the elegant Zhang Zifan, and said sarcastically:
"I think my colleagues are fake. We are about to pass through the World of Warcraft Forest. Do you want to lend me the help of White Deer Academy to keep yourself safe?"
Before Zhang Zifan could speak, another monk was more direct and stretched out his hand with a greedy face:
"Hand over the pen in your hand, and we will escort you two through the Warcraft Forest."
From the beginning, these two people had their eyes on the Renhuang Brush in Zhang Zifan's hand. Although they could not tell the grade of the Renhuang Brush, they could still detect its extraordinary qualities.
If it weren't for the coming and going of official officials and the rules of Bailu Academy, the two of them would have taken action directly.
Although I couldn't find out what Zhang Zifan's state was, I knew he was a monk, especially his aloof and free temperament, which made him look like a reclusive master.
The two of them were not completely sure of taking down Zhang Zifan, so they went around in circles.
"Don't worry, I'm just borrowing this pen for a look. I'll return it to you when we get to the city!"
Human Emperor’s Pen?
Zhang Zifan laughed dumbly and handed over the Human Emperor Pen in his hand without hesitation:
"Since we have a look, it's no problem."
Seeing that Zhang Zifan was so understanding, the two monks took back their long swords and snatched the Human Emperor's Pen from Zhang Zifan's hand before giving up.
"Master, aren't you here to kill Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng? Why do you have to go in such a big circle?"
After resting for a while, Xiao Yue'er moved to Zhang Zifan's side with a puzzled look on her face.
With Zhang Zifan's cultivation during the Nine Tribulations of Hongmeng Emperor, he defeated the four life restricted areas and fought against more than 80 ancient supreme beings, becoming the strongest person in the world.
In these continents of ten directions, they truly reflect the heavens and rule for eternity.
Want to kill someone?
That's not just waving your hand and killing them.
But now, not only did he go around in a big circle, but he also gave away all the emperor's soldiers and emperor's pens.
"Who said I came here to kill people?"
"Why is that?"
Zhang Zifan looked at Xiao Yue'er, who was full of curiosity in front of him, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.