Zhao Ling was squatting by the pool brushing his shoes.
Suddenly she felt a figure squatting next to her, staring at her blankly.
I couldn't help but turn my head.
Yang Gang's line of sight extended all the way to... his own creaking nest. The torn clothes had empty openings, and a warm breeze from the hot spring blew away the dense mist.
Suddenly I saw a piece of snow that was white and delicate.
"Ah!" exclaimed.
Zhao Ling was so frightened that he turned around and fell down on the shore.
"you,"
"you……"
One of the two stood with a shocked expression, while the other sat on the ground with a blushing face, each looking at each other in silence.
'Da da'
Yang Gang's expression suddenly changed, he walked to Zhao Ling in two steps and squatted down, holding down her helmet with one hand.
"What do you want to do?"
Zhao Ling raised her head and looked up at Yang Gang's face. An inexplicable sense of oppression made her feel suffocated in her chest.
The helmet was slowly taken off.
Revealing a face that is not very charming, but full of heroic spirit. The three plum blossom-shaped birthmarks dotted the corners of her eyebrows, as if they had some special meaning.
Yang Gang forcefully raised Zhao Ling's chin and looked at her face carefully.
I tried to overlap this face with a world-weary face in reality, but the nervous and meek look was nothing like Jiang Jiang in later generations. "If she took off her mask, would she be like Zhao Ling?" There are also three plum blossom marks on the face. Or... four-point marks?"
Is this day finally coming?
Zhao Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly and she closed her eyes, but her chest could not suppress the rise and fall.
Waves of warm hot spring breeze blew over their bodies. Yang Gang felt that the cheeks in his hands were getting hotter and hotter, and Zhao Ling's ears and neck turned pink.
He had no time to care.
"I understand, I understand everything!"
"If we say that the Northland Gun Demon is originally a girl, then everything makes sense! Zhao Ling is the future Northland Gun Demon, and Jiang Jiang... is the reincarnation of the North Land Gun Demon."
"As I conquered the past life of the Northland Gun Demon, she gradually awakened some memories of her past life. That's why she treated me like that, that's why it was so strange... and that's why a series of things happened later."
"But, Zhao Ling's qualifications..."
Yang Gang looked at Zhao Ling and couldn't help but hesitate.
Is it really her? With the talent Zhao Ling has shown now, not to mention the amazing shot he will use to fight Yuanshen with Zhen Gang in the future, it is still much worse than many ordinary people.
A person with both talent and understanding can be called a dull person.
What opportunities and encounters will be needed in the future to challenge the nearly invincible Heavenly Sword among the Yuanshen Grandmasters?
Could it be that……
Yang Gang's heart moved, and he didn't notice that Zhao Ling, who had been looking down at him for a long time, was trembling slightly and turning pink.
"Could it be that because of my appearance, Zhao Ling's 'fate' destined to fight Tiandao was transferred to me? Is it because I robbed her of the luck that originally belonged to her?"
This inference seems to make some sense.
But in the real world, the shocking battle between the Northland Gun Demon and the Heavenly Sword has become a legend. Does Ming-level Changhe have the ability to change the will of all spirits in the world?
If not, the Northland Gun Demon becomes the Northland Sword Demon and falls into a time paradox.
The more I think about it, the deeper I get.
At this moment, Yang Gang felt as if he was about to touch an intangible track, but he was still a little short of it. My heart feels as uncomfortable as a cat scratching...
Subconsciously rubbing his fingers, he heard a 'hum'.
Zhao Ling put his hands on the ground, rested his chin on Yang Gang's hands, looked up at him, and his eyes seemed to overflow with water.
"What are you doing?"
Yang Gang asked in confusion and let go of his hand.
"I..." Zhao Ling suddenly felt empty in his heart, and his cheeks rose with embarrassment. He turned his head and plunged into the hot spring, but he never came out again.
This incomprehensible bastard!
"Hello?"
"roll!"
"It's time for us to leave."
"oh."
——
Ten days later.
The Golden Crow fell to the west.
"The sun that existed more than a thousand years ago is nothing special!" Yang Gang stood on a small slope on the edge of the swamp, observing the direction, and flashed through his mind the ever-falling sun in the Guanghan Immortal Prison. The sky is huge.
Zhao Ling followed Yang Gang silently, still holding the military camp's standard spear in his hand, and the air leaking holes under his armpits were tied up with canes.
After ten days of trekking, the two of them, covered in tatters and mud, finally walked out of Beizawa.
"Do you know where this place is?"
Yang Gang asked.
"Five hundred miles east of Beize, it should be near Zhaoye City."
Zhao Ling answered.
"Let's go, it's getting dark, let's find a place to spend the night first."
Yang Gang took the lead.
So after walking for another half an hour, the two finally found a dilapidated house, which seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time. However, it took two and a half years to finally see traces of human existence, and the two of them felt that the world suddenly became alive.
'Plop bang'
The bonfire at night shone on their faces, and the two of them sat by the fire without saying a word. Zhao Ling hugged her knees and was thinking a lot, with a trace of worry on her face. Yang Gang's thoughts were all about the future path.
After leaving Beize, he didn't know where to go next. No matter whether you leave the Northland or stay here, you currently need to find a Zhen Gang Realm method to break through the extremely perfect Dragon Elephant Golden Body.
A ray of indestructible Gangqi is condensed, carrying the increasingly powerful Great Sun Spirit.
Yang Gang silently closed his eyes.
The surging blood in his body was like river waves rushing through his blood vessels. Feeling the terrifying power brought by the golden body of the Great Sun Demon God, the three dragons and the three elephants, Yang Gang felt that he could crush the man two and a half years ago with just one finger. Own.
"Rumble~~"
There was a roar in the sea of consciousness, like thunder and lightning.
Yang Gang's expression twitched, and a trace of pain flashed through his face. An incomparably huge Great Sun God fills the entire barrier of the sea of consciousness, as if an egg is about to break out of its shell at any time, breaking the sea of consciousness that binds it.
A picture flashed in Yang Gang's mind.
In the Guanghan Immortal Prison, his head suddenly cracked, and a red sun jumped out and shot towards the sky, as if he wanted to return to his mother's arms, but also seemed to compete with the giant sun in the sky with a hint of unyielding.
"I have to find the skills for the subsequent Zhen Gang realm as soon as possible. Otherwise, I can only cross the river by feeling the stones and risk breaking through the realm..." Yang Gang has thought a lot in the past few days and asked Zhao Ling. Unfortunately, he has no idea how to break through the subsequent realm. , still have no clue.
"If the breakthrough fails, this life may end prematurely."
He glanced at Zhao Ling beside him. Even though he knew that this was just a previous life, he couldn't bear to let down this fool who was obsessed with revenge and humbled to the dust. If even she dies, in what despair will she... embark on the road of revenge?
Zhao Ling suddenly stood up and walked out of the house with his gun in hand.
"What are you going for?"
"Practice the gun." Zhao Ling turned his back and said.
"oh."
From her voice, Yang Gang heard a hint of uneasiness trying to keep calm.
He couldn't help but lean against the wall with his hands on the back of his head, and said leisurely: "With your talent, you can't even practice shooting. Just wash and cook for me. Leave the matter of revenge to me!"
Zhao Ling's back was shaken, and his voice was trembling, "Aren't you going to drive me away?"
Yang Gang couldn't help but laugh and said: "If I drive you away, who will serve me in the future?"
"real?"
Zhao Ling looked surprised and was about to turn around.
The moonlight on his face was suddenly blocked by a tall shadow.
"Miss Zhao, it's been two and a half years. Song has been waiting for you for two and a half years, and finally waited for you to come out from that damn place!" The dim firelight reflected a big, rough face.
He slowly stretched out his hand and said gently: "Here, give me the key to the Beihan Tribulation Monument."
"Song can send you to reunite with your family right away!"
Zhao Ling stared blankly at the figure in front of him, his memory seemed to go back to that rainy night more than two years ago, his mother's head flying high, and the hideous and ugly face under the sword light.
reappeared before my eyes.
"Giant God Clan, Zhen Gang." She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
Suddenly.
A flash of fiery red sword light struck the tall shadow from behind Zhao Ling.
"How brave!" The strong man from the Giant God Clan shouted loudly.
