Although Zhang Chi caught Huang Feixue, she fell from such a high place and Huang Feixue was shocked and fainted. Zhang Chi picked her up from the snow and was about to leave on the lightning, but he heard three noisy eagle calls in the air. , but the three-headed vulture went away and came back.
Zhang Chi raised his crossbow and aimed at the three-headed eagle again. Since it actively wanted to die, it couldn't blame himself.
The three-headed eagle flew very high, beyond the range of the crossbow.
Jie Jie's weird smile came from the air: "Is this Zhang Chi down there?"
As soon as Immortal Zhang heard this voice, he knew that Zong Jiupeng had arrived. This old guy was amazing. From such a high place, his voice was transmitted so clearly. Zhang Chi said loudly: "Mr. Zong, you are fine." The three-headed eagle came just now. When Huang Feixue was captured, he did not accompany him. It seemed that he underestimated the enemy.
The three-headed eagle landed slowly under Zong Jiupeng's command. Zhang Chi did not shoot it this time. Zong Jiupeng was notorious, so he certainly did not pass by by chance today. With Zong Jiupeng here, even if he fired a crossbow arrow, he would not be able to hurt San. Toujiu, let’s see what Zong Jiupeng has to say?
The three-headed eagle flew lower and lower, and slowly landed on the snow five meters in front of Zhang Zhang. Zong Jiupeng slid down along the right wing of the three-headed eagle. He had become fatter after not seeing him for ten years, and he looked like a circle. The ball, but seems to be younger than in the past.
Zong Jiupeng is good at controlling beasts, so he identified Zhang Chi's identity through lightning. Once the wind wolf made a contract with its owner until death, Zhang Chi used mimicry to change his appearance, but he was still recognized by Zong Jiupeng. .
Zong Jiupeng's big round face looks like spring breeze, and he looks particularly friendly.
But Zhang Chi knows that this old guy is a man who hides his sword behind his smile, so be careful.
Zong Jiupeng glanced at Huang Feixue, who was Zhang Chihuai, and sighed: "The flood really flooded the Dragon King Temple. One family does not know the other. If I had known that she was your slave girl, I would definitely not let her go." The third child goes to catch her."
Zhang Chi smiled disdainfully: "Really?"
Zong Jiupeng looked at Lightning with a smile and said, "I didn't know it was you until I saw this wolf."
Zhang Chi said: "How can Mr. Zong, with his status, be in trouble with a little girl?"
Zong Jiupeng said: "I used people's money to eliminate disasters for others. I was entrusted by others to come here to arrest people."
Zhang Chi said: "Catch her?"
Zong Jiupeng nodded and leaned over to look at Huang Feixue's face, and whispered: "Weird!"
Zhang Chi said: "What's strange?"
Zong Jiupeng asked: "Where did you get her?"
Zhang Chi said: "Storm City." There is nothing worth hiding at this point.
Zong Jiupeng said: "If I read it correctly, she should be a hybrid of the Black Yue clan and the Shanman clan."
Zhang Chi said: "You don't even know who she is? Why don't you come here to catch her?"
Zong Jiupeng smiled bitterly and said, "Who knew I would meet you?"
Zhang Chixin said that you came to arrest me last time. As long as it was for money, there was nothing you wouldn't do. However, I felt that Zong Jiupeng was not too hostile to me this time. I hope it was not my illusion.
Zong Jiupeng moved closer to Huang Feixue, and his alert eyes forced him back.
Zong Jiupeng explained: "I just think her appearance is a bit strange. Is she not a descendant of the Baiyu tribe?"
Zhang Chi said: "Mr. Zong is very curious."
Zong Jiupeng said: "I am also from the Baiyu tribe."
Zhang Chi glanced at Zong Jiupeng. The Baiyu clan belongs to a branch of the Shanman clan and is good at controlling beasts. Zong Jiupeng can control ferocious birds like three-headed eagles and is an excellent beast controller in his own right. Zhang Chi mocked: " So you are attacking your own people."
Zong Jiupeng said: "If I had known in advance that she was a descendant of the Baiyu tribe, I would not have done anything to her." He asked anxiously: "Does she have a tattoo of wings on her buttocks?"
Zhang Chi looked at Zong Jiupeng with disdain, I have never seen her butt, how should I know?
Zong Jiupeng said: "Tell me."
Zhang Chi shook his head.
Zong Jiupeng said: "She is your slave girl, how could you not know?" In Netherworld, a female slave is the owner's private property, especially a beautiful slave girl. If the owner does not know Zhang Chi from head to toe, Zong Jiupeng thinks Zhang Chi is lying. He didn't tell the truth to himself at all. If it weren't for Zhang Chi, Zong Jiupeng would have rushed up to take off Huang Feixue's clothes to see what was going on.
Zhang Chi said: "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."
Zong Jiupeng was so angry that his beard stood up, but he suppressed his anger and took out two crystal bottles from his arms and handed them to Zhang Chi: "The claws of the three-headed eagle are poisonous. The white powder is applied externally and the red pill is taken internally. You Help her treat her wounds as soon as possible, otherwise the poisonous gas will attack her heart and she will be in trouble."
Zhang Chi couldn't figure out Zong Jiupeng's whereabouts for a while, but when he lowered his head and saw that Huang Feixue's face was already dark, he looked at the scratched area on her shoulder, and the claw marks turned black and purple.
Zong Jiupeng thought he didn't believe him, so he added: "Brother Zhang, you and I are old friends, how could I lie to you?"
Zhang Chixin said that if you dare to lie to me, I will burn you and your three-headed eagle to ashes. He has extensive research on alchemy. He poured out a red pill and knew it contained detoxification by smelling it. The ingredients were stuffed into Huang Feixue's mouth, and some white powder was poured on her wound.
After the white powder fell on the wound, black water soon flowed out. After a while, the black air in the wound faded away and the swelling began to subside. Zhang Chi felt relieved. Zong Jiupeng did not do anything, probably because he saw that Huang Feixue was of the same race as him. Only then took the initiative to hand over the antidote.
At this time, the people from the caravan were already chasing after them. Zong Jiupeng didn't want to stay and cause more trouble, so he turned around and climbed onto the back of the three-headed eagle and flew away.
Everyone felt relieved when they saw that Zhang Chi had chased Huang Feixue back, and Zhang Chi asked everyone to return to the camp.
Huang Feixue woke up an hour later and found herself lying in the tent. The place where Zhang Chi was supposed to sleep was occupied by her. Huang Feixue quickly sat up and saw Zhang Chi looking at her from the side, and said in fear: "I'm sorry, sir, I... …I am asleep."
Zhang Chi smiled and said: "Go on to sleep, don't be afraid, I will be watching over you."
Huang Feixue nodded. Thinking of the scene when he was captured by the three-headed eagle, he was still frightened and whispered: "Master, you saved me?"
Zhang Chi said: "When I found out, it was already a step too late. You were caught in the air by the three-headed vulture. However, you were alert enough and escaped the three-headed vulture with your own ability."
Huang Feixue thought about it carefully and realized that she had wounded the three-headed eagle with a dagger. As for what happened next, she did not remember, but there was no need to remember, as long as she was out of danger, and more importantly, Zhang Chi was still by her side.
Zhang Chi said: "Don't leave the caravan casually in the future."
Huang Fei If he asked me, how should I answer?
Fortunately, Zhang Chi didn't ask.
Zhang Chi said: "Does the wound on your shoulder still hurt?"
Huang Feixue shook her head: "It doesn't hurt." She reached out and touched her shoulder, which had been bandaged.
Zhang Chi said: "The claws of the three-headed eagle are poisonous, but you don't have to worry, the poison has been removed, and there will be no scars in the future."
Huang Feixue blamed herself: "Feixue is useless, not only can't help the young master, but it always causes you trouble."
Zhang Chi said with a smile: "Silly girl, it's not a bad thing to say such things. You can rest."
Huang Feixue said: "Master, please rest, I will go aside."
Zhang Chi pressed her shoulders and said, "Lie down and don't move. I'll rest next to you."
Zhang Chi lay down next to her. Huang Feixue's breathing became a little rapid. He had already proven himself. Zhang Chi was undoubtedly a grown man, but he suddenly felt so embarrassed.
In the darkness, I heard Zhang Chi say: "Feixue, do you have a tattoo on your body?"
Huang Fei
It was so embarrassing to take off my clothes.
When Zhang Chi heard her question, he realized that she had misunderstood, but he did not explain it, for fear that it would become more and more dark.
Huang Feixue whispered: "There is one, I have had it tattooed since I was born."
Zhang Daxian said: "What does it look like?" After asking, he felt it was inappropriate.
Huang Feixue found it difficult to say anything. She thought, "You have seen it all and yet you still ask questions knowingly." Her heart was pounding.
Zhang Chi said: "Don't get me wrong, I don't have any other ideas."
Huang Feixue hummed and didn't know how to talk to him anymore. She thought to herself that she was afraid that when she was injured and unconscious, he would see everything. She comforted herself that it didn't matter, she belonged to him anyway.
Immortal Zhang let Huang Feixue rest, and he lay down and fell asleep. When he woke up, he saw that Huang Feixue was still sleeping soundly, and quietly left the camp.
Tonight, Huang Qitai is responsible for keeping vigil, sitting by the bonfire, looking at the twinkling spiritual light in the northwest.
Zhang Chi knew that a day in Netherworld Ruins was divided by flashes of spiritual light, and a new day had arrived.
Huang Qitai nodded to him and said, "My boss is up?"
Zhang Chi said: "Thank you for your hard work."
Huang Qitai smiled and said: "I can't help much now, I can only do what I can." He pointed to the sky in the north and said: "The three-headed eagle is here again, hovering over there and not getting close. I don't know.
What’s the reason?”
Zhang Chi told him not to worry, and walked in the direction where the three-headed vulture was circling. After leaving the camp for a while, he saw the three-headed vulture flying towards him.
When Zong Jiupeng was about to approach him, he smiled and said, "Good morning, Brother Zhang!"
Zhang Chi said: "Mr. Zong, why do you always follow us?"
Zong Jiupeng did not land this time, and threw a roll of something towards Zhang Chi. Zhang Chi reached out to catch it, and when he unfolded it, he found a hand-painted pattern inside, with a pair of colorful wings drawn on it.
Zong Jiupeng said: "Is this the tattoo on her body?"
Zhang Chi rolled his eyes at Zong Jiupeng: "Boring!" and turned around to leave.
Zhang Chi returned to the camp, and Cao Chengguang yawned out of the hole. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the three-headed eagle in the distance and said, "Is that strange bird here again?"
Zhang Chi said: "It doesn't matter, he's not here to cause trouble."
Returning to the camp, I saw Huang Feixue still sleeping soundly, and was about to go out when I heard Huang Feixue murmuring in his sleep: "Sir, don't drive me away."
Zhang Chi laughed, who is going to drive this silly girl away?
Huang Feixue seemed to be frightened in her dream. She screamed and sat up. When she saw Zhang Chi beside her, she blamed herself: "Master, did I wake you up?"
Zhang Chi said: "No, I woke up a long time ago. I didn't wake you up. I wanted you to sleep a little longer."
Huang Feixue said apologetically: "I'm so rude, sir, I'll go get ready right now."
Zhang Chi told her not to worry, lit the candle, and handed her the picture in his hand.
Huang Feixue unfolded it and took a look. Two red clouds flew up from her pretty face instantly, and her long black eyelashes drooped: "Master, how are you..." Her delicate body fell softly into Zhang Chi's arms.
Zhang Daxianren Nuanyu Wenxiang hugged her, but she knew in her heart that Huang Feixue had misunderstood again. I am not that perverted. I stayed up in the middle of the night and took off your pants to copy the tattoo. I don’t have such high pursuit of art. It’s really frustrating.
I'm copying, but I definitely can't concentrate.
Zhang Chi said: "Feixue, take a closer look. Is there anything wrong with the pattern on this painting?"
Huang Feixue was so embarrassed that she hid her face in his arms: "They are exactly the same."
Zhang Daxian said: "Did you have this tattoo since you were born?"
Huang Feixue nodded and found that he paid more attention to the tattoo than his own body, which was really weird. She whispered: "After we Baiyu people are born, the parents will leave tattoos on the newborn's body. Every family
All tattoos are unique, and only people in this family know the secrets."
After she finished speaking, she remembered something. She picked up the painting and looked at it carefully in front of the candlelight. She whispered: "The painting is exactly the same. There is no difference at all." She was really embarrassed. He had to look more carefully.
Only then can I draw it like this.
Zhang Chi had some thoughts in his mind and whispered: "Feixue, do you have any other relatives at home?"
Huang Feixue shook his head and said: "No, my mother is dead. I don't know who my father is. I only know that he is from the Black Moon clan. Even if he is alive, he will be ashamed of me."
Zhang Chi said: "Where are the others?"
Huang Feixue said: "Anyway, I only have one family member in my heart, the Young Master. I will live for the Young Master for the rest of my life. Regardless of whether the Young Master wants me or not, I will identify with the Young Master."
Zhang Chi was moved when he heard what she said and stroked her hair: "Silly girl, how could I not want you? Don't worry, don't think too much."
The caravan continued to set off, and soon after entering the ice field, they discovered that the three-headed eagle was actually continuing to follow the caravan. Huang Zhulang was a little nervous and came to Zhang Chi to report to him. Zhang Chi told him not to panic and just keep moving forward. Zhang Chi almost
It can be concluded that Zong Jiupeng is not only of the same race as Huang Feixue, but they are also probably related by blood. Zong Jiupeng should have sensed this, so he persevered in pursuing Huang Feixue, and he was determined not to stop until he found out Huang Feixue's identity.
