The rain gradually thinned, and the silence of the Buddhist temple in the mountains was just like the pool of blood of the corpse in front of the door that had solidified when Xu and Yuan left.
suddenly,
Two figures fell from the sky and landed on the open space stained red by the blood left by the corpses.
A man and a woman, both of whom were dressed in smart clothes, were somewhat similar to the dozens of uniformly dressed corpses on the ground.
The robe is black with red edges, and a ferocious dragon is embroidered with gold patterns on the back.
The strong black boots stepped on the blood that was already solidifying, making a viscous liquid flow sound.
The man had a stubble on his face and carried a sword on his back. His frivolous eyes looked around at the tragic situation around him, he covered his nose and shook his head slightly:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... It's so miserable. It seems that the person who kidnapped the Third Young Master is not simple."
The woman had a stern face, long hair that reached her waist, tied into a long high ponytail floating behind her. Her waist was slender, her chest was bulging and she was wrapped in a slim-fitting outfit. Her eyes swept over the corpse on the ground:
"Can you tell who did it?"
Walking leisurely among the corpses, the man stared at the corpses around him, shook his head casually, and said with a little interest in his voice:
"What do you think of this? It's all ordinary sword energy criticism and slashing, and I haven't even used any sword skills."
The woman lowered her eyes slightly, glanced around the position of the corpse on the ground, and said softly:
"They formed a team."
The man nodded:
"I know, um...the cuts on these people's bodies were not deep, they all just happened to be killed, and it happened in an instant."
A moment?
The woman frowned when she heard this and looked at the man: "Can you do it?"
The man raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head, glanced at the woman, and said amusedly:
"In your eyes, am I so unbearable?"
After a pause,
The man shook his head slightly again, raised his finger and pointed at a corpse sitting next to a dry well in the open space of the Buddhist hall, and said with a squinted smile:
"But you are right, I really can't do it, at least I can't die like Zhou Yuan."
After the words fell, the woman looked attentively.
The corpse next to the dry well is that of a middle-aged man with a beard. Through his clothes, he can vaguely see the strong and explosive muscles. However, his sleeves are empty at this moment, and both forearms have been cut off at the root, and he is fatally injured. It was a subtle sword mark on the throat and neck.
The scene before his death is clear.
A sword energy shot out from the front door. The middle-aged man who was the eye of the formation wanted to block it with both hands, but the sword energy directly broke the protective energy and cut off his arms. The remaining sword energy was just right to kill him. Death by cutting throat.
Not using any more energy.
"I can kill him with one sword, but for a martial arts master like Zhou Yuan, I can't be so precise."
As he spoke, the man pretended to hold the sword, and gestured twice at the corpse with a smile:
"If I take action, his head will fall off."
After saying that,
The man sighed slightly again and glanced at the dark interior of the Buddhist hall with a deep look in his eyes:
"And the spiritual Buddha inside, I can't kill it with one sword without using "Yuanqi"."
As he spoke, the man's eyes showed a solemn expression:
"That person might be better than me."
The woman was silent.
The man lazily rubbed his messy hair and sighed:
"The eldest son has taken the initiative to rush to Jingjiang City from the Imperial Capital because of the Third Young Master's matter. Now many people have died in the city. You should go back and report to him first. The person who took action this time is most likely the Grand Master."
The woman stared at the man and asked:
"And you?"
The man raised his hand and touched his stubble-covered chin, grinning:
"Of course, keep chasing. Even the Grand Master can't run fast with the Third Young Master. I'll leave a mark for you on the way. Remember to go back quickly, otherwise I might turn into a corpse when you catch up~"
After saying that,
The man patted the woman on the shoulder, jumped up without waiting for her response, and disappeared directly into the bloody open space in front of the Buddhist hall.
The woman stood there in silence for a long time, and eventually turned into an afterimage and sped away in the opposite direction from where the man disappeared.
...........
Two days later.
The rain has long since stopped, and the sun breaks through the clouds and shines golden. A few rays of sunlight shine through the treetops into the forest, filling the air with the fragrance of fragrant grass and fresh earth.
"Ha...hu...ha...ha..."
Xu Yuan leaned on his waist and supported a towering tree beside him, and uttered two words with difficulty:
"Hugh..rest."
The woman in black who was walking in front looked back and glanced at Xu Yuan's pale and handsome face with kidney deficiency. She stopped silently, sat on the ground and began to close her eyes and rest.
Xu Yuan sat down on the ground, sweating profusely and panting.
He never thought that someone's body could become like this, let alone that this body could be his own.
Even on flat ground, after walking only a few kilometers, the legs of this body began to tremble uncontrollably, the steady breathing began to become rapid, and a burning feeling gradually spread in the chest.
After a long journey, you can feel a dull pain in your lower back.
Xu Yuan sometimes really felt in the past two days that if Ran Qingmo hadn't captured the original body this time, the original body might have died on the woman's belly in less than a few years.
It’s okay if you don’t abstain from sex, and you don’t even exercise.
And the most terrible thing is that this body will occasionally feel a restless feeling similar to the craving for cigarettes, but several times stronger than the craving for cigarettes.
This made Xu Yuan almost certain that the original Third Young Master would definitely continue to take drugs.
The time travel did not reset the body's problems to the factory settings, and they were inherited intact by Xu Yuan, the unlucky guy.
A series of physical ailments also made the two of them move at a speed close to that of a tortoise in the forest of the Wanxing Mountains.
During the rest, Xu Yuan's breathing calmed down little by little, and he looked at the woman in black opposite him who closed his eyes to rest.
The sun shines through the treetops into the forest, and the spots of light illuminate her fair skin.
Looking at him, Xu Yuan suddenly said:
"Mr. Ran, at our current speed, it may take another month to reach Tianmen Mountain."
"I know." Ran Qingmo still closed his eyes and said in a calm voice.
Xu Yuan thought for a moment and said softly: "If this goes on for a long time, we may be overtaken at any time."
"..." Ran Qingmo didn't reply, just opened his eyes and looked at him quietly.
Xu Yuan smiled slightly awkwardly.
Of course he knew that these things were all because of his body, but every time he stopped, he insisted on reaching the physiological limit of his body before resting, but it was helpless that the limit of his body was just that high.
After a pause, Xu Yuan hesitated slightly and suggested softly:
"So, can you...could you catch a monster? Well...let me do it for you."
After deliberation for a long time, Xu Yuan finally came up with this suggestion.
There is a risk, but not much.
If there is a problem with the monster, Ran Qingmo's strength can completely kill it before it makes any move.
Ran Qingmo thought for a moment, nodded slightly, stood up with the sword, stood there for two seconds, then looked sideways in one direction, and disappeared in an instant.
Xu Yuan was stunned when a huge tiger roar came from a thousand meters away.
"Ouch!!!!"
Then there was a muffled sound.
"boom!"
"Roar!!!!"
"boom!"
"Ouch..."
"boom!"
"Woo..."
