The 'hole' moved a little.
There seemed to be a flash of blood-red light.
Then, the dazzling object suddenly disappeared!
Meng Fuyao jumped up.
"Yun Hen, be careful!" she shouted at the top of her lungs as she ran.
She dashed out like a speeding car. Her speed was so fast that she threw off Lord Ingot, who had not yet stabilized his footing. However, after dashing out for a distance, the green fog on the opposite side of the mountain wall closed up again. She could no longer see Yun Hen on the mountain wall. This scene was similar to the time when she saw Zhuzhu on the cliff through the fog. However, Zhangsun Wuji had saved her then. Who would save Yun Hen now?
Zhangsun Wuji was still behind her!
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly felt that something was wrong. It had been half a day. Why hadn't they followed?
Meng Fuyao was shocked. She turned around to see that there was no one there. She thought about it carefully and confirmed that Lei Dong and Zhangsun Wuji had definitely followed her. However, the moment she saw King Kong, she felt that something was wrong.
She looked around. The valley was dark and dense with green leaves. There were strange plants all around, and the ground was slightly damp, similar to the east side of the valley.
She did not have time to think. She ran madly to the bottom of the cliff and climbed up. Halfway up, a golden light flashed in front of her eyes. Something pounced on her, bringing with it an unpleasant stench.
She tilted her head to avoid it and floated ten feet away. She raised her knife and slashed out three feet, but the thing retreated quickly. It was even faster than her knife.
She was shocked. What was that thing? It was long, thin, and seemed to be forked. It looked like a snake, but not at the same time.
She leaned on the cliff and blew out a mouthful of true qi, wanting to blow away the green smoke. With her skill, not to mention blowing away smoke, it was not impossible for her to blow away a person. However, the smoke did not disperse, and she could not blow it away.
It was quiet all around, except for the faint sound of whispering in the valley. It was so noisy that it could not be heard clearly. In the mist, it sounded a little strange. "Zhangsun Wuji, Zhangsun Wuji, is that you? Yun Hen! Yun Hen, where are you? "
No one answered. After a while, someone vaguely said, "Hua …"
Fuyao's eyes lit up. That sounded like Yun Hen's voice? It seemed that he was fine just now. She said happily, "Hey, where are you? Wait for me. "With a press of his finger, he leaped up the mountain wall.
Above his head, Yun Hen said, "From above … come over …"
She followed the direction of the voice and flew upwards, keeping the Heaven Piercing Sword in her hand.
Halfway through, his eyes suddenly lit up. The green smoke suddenly flickered with brilliance, and a beautiful five-colored flower appeared. There were bright and resplendent five-colored fruits under it. The five colors of the flower and the five colors of the fruit were completely different. In the monotonous green, there were ten different colors that were gorgeous and dazzling. However, there was also a strange fragrance wafting in the air, making one's mind clear with just a sniff.
Even if one were to think with their toes, they would be able to tell that it was a top grade flower in the Maze Valley!
Her eyes sparkled as she reached out to pluck the flower.
"Chi …"
Just as her fingers were about to touch the flower's stem, a long, slippery ribbon suddenly flashed out from the bottom of the flower. It was scarlet and seemed to have thorns on it. With a nimble curl, it curled towards Fuyao's meridian!
Once her meridian was under control, even a Da Luo Jin Xian would be powerless to resist!
The ribbon's momentum was astonishing, and in an instant, it curled towards her meridian!
Suddenly, Fuyao's fingers flipped, and with a flash of black light, the Heaven Piercing Sword was unsheathed. The jet-black blade was like a soaring snake, swishing and flicking!
Black blood splattered everywhere!
Followed by a muffled and painful howl!
Fuyao leaped thirty feet, far away from the area where the black blood splattered. In mid-air, she laughed coldly and said, "Don't pick the wildflowers by the roadside!"
She did a somersault in the air, and when she landed, she had already changed her direction. "Shitian" flashed again, and with an extremely accurate "chi" sound, she landed somewhere in the green smoke. Amidst another vague and painful scream, she laughed again, "You don't want the wildflowers by the roadside? Pick! "
"… Don't …" Yun Hen's voice was soft and weak, as if he had suffered a serious injury. From the sound of it, he was right above Fuyao.
Fuyao's eyes flashed, and the blade in her hand paused. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in front of her, accompanied by a strong crackling sound. It was as if someone had forcefully flicked away a cow tendon whip and was about to hit her face. Fuyao raised her hand to catch it, but the thing clashed with the indestructible blade in her hand. Suddenly, a cracking sound could be heard, as if it was using its own bones to wrap around the blade. She pulled out the blade, but the Heaven Piercing Sword, which could easily break a strand of hair, did not manage to cut through the thing. Instead, it seemed to be wrapped by something sticky and greasy, instantly becoming rusty and stuck there.
It was just a pause.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in her face.
This gust of wind was extremely strange, and it was actually filled with a strange fragrance. It was not the usual fragrance of flowers, grass, food, or musk. It was not strong, but it was faintly psychedelic. Just a sniff of it would immediately cause one's mind to become muddled.
At Fuyao's level, ordinary magical objects could no longer bewitch her, but when the fragrance assaulted her, she actually felt a little dizzy.
In that moment of dizziness, the thing was already in front of her. A gust of wind blew, and within it, a small golden claw stretched out.
At that moment, Fuyao's blade was coiled, and her mind was slightly dizzy. She was in mid-air.
"Pa!"
Suddenly, she leaned back and let go of the blade, falling down.
The golden claw missed its target, but it did not stop moving forward, rushing towards Fuyao's heart like a bolt of lightning. It looked as if it would not stop until the heart and liver were ripped out. The claw's movement was swift and nimble, better than a first-rate expert's.
But Fuyao suddenly swung it again.
The tip of her foot hooked onto the protruding mountain wall, and the moment it fell, she made a 360-degree turn and swung herself up like a windmill. That spin was even faster than the most high-end electric fan, and a gust of wind viciously collided with the golden claw!
The thing shrunk and disappeared in a flash, slipping away faster than a human's liver. How could Fuyao let it go? She lifted her leg to give chase, but suddenly, she heard the sound of a baby crying.
It was heart-wrenching and pleading.
Late at night, black cliff, green smoke, strange beasts, and a baby crying.
Was it an innocent child who had been kidnapped, struggling miserably in the mouth of a ferocious beast?
Was it a child who had accidentally fallen off the cliff, looking for help?
Go and save! Go and save!
Suddenly, Fuyao raised her head and punched out!
She did not hold back and punched in the direction of the crying baby!
The power to split mountains and split rocks was aimed at the delicate baby!
"Wah …"
The cries grew louder and louder. Vaguely, there seemed to be something shining with golden light falling down sorrowfully.
Fuyao laughed mischievously. She reached into the green smoke, grabbed something, and ruthlessly cut it open!
"Awooo …"
Fuyao roared madly, and her hand retracted from the green smoke. In it was the 'Heaven Stealer' that she had just rolled up. The black blade was covered in sticky blood that dripped down.
With a crash, black blood splattered everywhere. When the black cloth-like blood curtain came into contact with the thick green smoke, the smoke dissipated, revealing the scene within the mountain wall.
A meter away from Fuyao was a huge green snake with spikes all over its body. On top of the snake's head was a golden fox-like beast with nine elegant tails.
The snake did not look like a snake, but Lei Dong's booklet had its name, the Prison Snake.
Just like how a fox was not a fox, it was the nine-tailed raccoon that Lei Dong had always been thinking about.
The Cage Snake's back had been cut open by Fuyao, and it was hissing in pain. Its tail slammed against the mountain wall with all its might, causing stone fragments to fly everywhere. It had a huge mouth with a long, thin tongue. It was the weapon it had used to attack Fuyao. Through its open mouth, one could see the five-colored flower just now.
Strangely, no matter how much it struggled in pain, it couldn't move a single step. It just stuck to the cliff.
The flower seemed to have grown from the cliff, piercing through its jaws and nailing it to the wall. The snake and the nine-tailed raccoon thus formed a parasitic relationship, using the flower to receive guests and hunt for food.
A pair of partners.
This pair of partners was really a mess of awesome.
The Prison Snake opened its mouth wide to reveal the flower, enticing people to pluck it from the cliff. Anyone who reached in would be sucked in by its long tongue and shared with the nine-tailed raccoon.
If the person was highly skilled in martial arts and the bait failed, the nine-tailed raccoon would mimic the voice of one's close friends and lure them into the snake's mouth.
If they did not fall for it, the Prison Snake's indestructible tail would keep the person's weapon, even at the cost of losing its tail.
If one could still struggle after losing their weapon, the nine-tailed raccoon's fart would be waiting for them.
If one was lucky enough to escape the magical fragrance and the nine-tailed raccoon's killing blow without a weapon, the nine-tailed raccoon would still have one last trick: a baby's cry.
Anyone who heard a baby's cry at that time would feel their hands go limp and become powerless, waiting to be slaughtered.
How many people in the world could avoid all the traps of this perverted pair?
What a pair of golden partners.
Fuyao looked around. 'Tsk, tsk.' There were broken bones in the cracks of the cliff, previously covered by the green mist. Now, they were glistening in the night sky. Judging by the extent of the broken bones, this pair of brothers must have chewed them cleanly.
When the nine-tailed raccoon saw her gaze, it curled up in fear. Knowing that it was no match for the fellow in front of it, it stopped foolishly and pointed behind its back in a flattering manner.
Meng Fuyao grabbed it and showed it its glistening white teeth. The raccoon's fingers moved even faster, stabbing its back with all its might.
Behind it, there was a crack about half the width of a person, from which flowed a white, jade-like substance. The substance flowed from a hole in the lower jaw of the Prison Snake and into the bottom of the five-colored flower. It seemed that the flower was growing on the white jade paste. Perhaps the Prison Snake had been injured when it was young and was stuck to the cliff wall by the paste, which then passed through its body to grow the flower. The snake probably had some intelligence, and since it could not move, it simply used the paste to survive until now.
By then, the struggle of the Prison Snake had gradually weakened. Meng Fuyao cut open its back, took out its inner core, and threw it into the sack. She grabbed the nine-tailed raccoon and used the Heaven Piercing Sword to cut off its golden toenails and stuffed them into the sack as well.
Worried about Yun Hen's whereabouts, she raised her head and looked around. When she looked up, she saw a black silhouette of a young man on the peak of the cliff. He seemed to be fighting with something. She was overjoyed and opened her mouth to greet him.
Suddenly, someone gave her a gentle push from behind.
"Ah!"
Fuyao tumbled down the cliff.
In that instant, her body was suspended in the air. Surprisingly, she could still think of a problem. She was lying on the cliff wall, unable to reach the sky or the ground. Behind her was only air.
There was no one there at all.
Who pushed her?
There was no time to think. She leaped into the air again. With her strength, falling off the cliff was equivalent to bungee jumping. At most, she would only be able to play for a heartbeat, but she would not die.
Suddenly, she realized that she could not move.
She stretched her body in midair, only to find that the air around her had suddenly become many times more viscous, like a pool of sticky honey. It was thick and heavy, and she couldn't move at all. Her hands and feet felt as if they were weighed down by huge rocks, and she couldn't move at all. Her heart was beating wildly and fiercely. Through her clothes, she seemed to be able to see her own heart madly pounding against her skin, as if it wanted to break through the obstruction of ribs and flesh like a galloping horse, and run forward with an indomitable will.
Thus, she fell with a whistling sound, just like a rock.
Breaking through the atmosphere was the most perfect posture for falling off a cliff.
She was falling …
Fuyao's mind went blank in that instant.
She was King Meng Meng of the Seven Kingdoms. How could she die so inexplicably, without even seeing the murderer or figuring out what had happened?
Fuyao's eyes widened futilely in the howling wind. Countless oddly shaped, round, flat, long, and vertical black and white lights flashed before her eyes like a movie. In a trance, she saw a black-robed youth sticking his head out from the cliff wall, his expression changing abruptly as he dashed down. She felt as though there was no fog or anyone around her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of the craggy ground that was getting closer and closer. It was really craggy, like a huge washboard.
What was worse was that because she was too powerful, she couldn't faint like ordinary people. She had to be cruelly awake like a puppet that was being controlled. She had to experience the feeling of weightlessness as she floated down from a high altitude and the extreme speed of a jumper's fall. Just like that, light and shadow flashed, the world shook, and the wind blew. Bang!
"Pa!"
It sounded like a soap bubble popping.
When he was young, he would often hear the sound of chewing gum, which was why he had been defeated time and time again.
It was as if she could smell the faint fragrance of chewing gum. It was as if something was covering her mouth and nose. Just like the gum, a large patch of white appeared.
Ah … fell to her death? Fell back to the modern world?
The end of Fuyao's transmigration struggle?
That was great … she was free.
Fuyao opened her eyes joyfully, tears brimming in her eyes as she prepared to tell her mother, "Change it to orange bubble gum! No apple! "
A long, black cliff rushed into her vision.
A jagged, sword-like cliff with a 90-degree top and bottom was swooping down from the steel-blue sky. From the angle of being sprawled on the ground, it was a very shocking sight.
What was even more shocking was Fuyao, who was chewing on her orange gum.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she murmured, "Goodness, there's such a tragic phrase in this world: Hope Extinguished."
"What hope?" A voice suddenly asked from below. It seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, and sounded very dull. "Do you want to die that badly?"
Fuyao was about to answer when a thunderclap came from the third layer. "Get out of my way, you two little bastards! You're crushing me! "
The second layer laughed softly and hugged Fuyao, rolling away. He did not forget to express his gratitude to the bottom layer. "You've worked hard. You're so thick."
Lei Dong crawled up from the ground resentfully, dusting off the mud on his clothes. "I could have done it myself. Why did you beat me to it at the last moment?"
Zhangsun Wuji hugged Fuyao like an octopus, smiling happily. "Men and women should not touch each other. That's what you said, Old Master."
"Then what are you doing now?" Lei Dong raged. "Let go of my disciple's wife!"
"Calming down." Zhangsun Wuji flipped her over with a smile. "I'm checking to see if she's hurt. You see, she doesn't have any objections."
'Of course I don't have any objections!' Fuyao glared at him. 'Have you ever seen a person whose acupoints have been sealed express any opinions about being touched?'
After a while, her heart softened. The Crown Prince seemed to be laughing and talking freely, but he actually looked to be in a sorry state. The usually elegant man had leaves and mud hanging from his hair. It was easy to imagine how dangerous it had been when he had snatched her away.
He propped himself up on his arm and looked at her. His eyes were filled with love and worry, all for her.
She sighed, thinking that she was such an unlucky egg. Wherever she went, there was no peace and quiet. She was afraid that it would only get worse in the future. This child was always on tenterhooks when he was with her. Whenever she wasn't by his side, he would get into trouble. How pitiful.
Zhangsun Wuji saw the look of "the child is very pitiful" in her eyes, smiled gently, stroked her face, and unsealed her acupoints before the old man got angry, saying, "That was close, you almost became a meat patty."
Fuyao sat up in a daze. "Meat patty isn't scary, as long as I know how to die. The problem is that I don't even know what happened."
"Someone is using a technique nearby," Zhangsun Wuji said. Zhangsun Wuji said, "It's a very brilliant technique. In fact, we were at the bottom of this cliff the whole time, but we suddenly lost track of you. We wanted to go up the cliff, but there were many strange beasts coming from all directions. Just as we were dealing with the strange beasts, you suddenly fell down."
"Me too." Yun Hen, who was running down the cliff, answered. His face was pale, but he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Fuyao sitting there. "I was fighting with a strange bird on the cliff. When I heard your scream, I turned around, but it was too late."
"Didn't you go to pick the Five-colored Flower?" Fuyao asked. "I saw that you seemed to be in danger, so I came over."
Yun Hen's answer left her speechless. "I didn't meet any danger on the cliff, nor did I see any Five-colored Flower."
While they were talking, Old Lei had already climbed up the cliff and dug out the Five-colored Flower and the jade paste. He was all smiles as he came down with a sack on his back. "Let's split the loot!"
"All you think about is robbing," Fuyao said angrily. "I was almost killed, and you didn't care!"
"Care about what?" The old man cast a sidelong glance at her and said in a booming voice, "Let me tell you, Fufeng is a different place from the inland. Arts and martial arts are two different things. Each has its own strengths, but it all depends on the strength of the person using it. For example, even if we have world-shaking martial arts, we may not be able to suppress the truly mysterious and strange arts. Similarly, those whose arts are not strong enough can only cry in front of us. Instead of squatting here and studying who is using the arts, why don't you distribute these good things to those who should be used? At the very least, they might save your life next time."
"Why can't I find it?" Fuyao gritted her teeth. "To be able to do this, it must be a top-notch sorcerer. Check who came to the Lost Valley today, and we'll have a rough idea."
"There was no one nearby just now," Zhangsun Wuji suddenly said. "In other words, someone used supernatural powers to cause trouble from afar. I heard that a true supernatural power can cast spells from thousands of miles away. Fuyao, just checking the people in the valley might not be accurate."
Dejected, Fuyao squatted there for a while and said, "There's always a second time. There's no rush. We'll catch the tail eventually. Come, let's split the loot."
She excitedly dug out the gunny sack and began to bargain with Old Man Lei with her butt sticking out and her head against his.
After a while …
The valley was filled with roars, scaring the birds and beasts away.
"I've killed more arrow-haired beasts than you! Why should we split them? "
"Because I was the one who killed them!"
"No way! I don't have enough to make a blanket! "
"I don't have enough to make a blanket!"
"Why are you making a blanket at your age? A second spring? "
"Bullshit, that's a wedding gift for Ye 'er! In the end, you're still the one sleeping! "
"Pfft!"
"Bang!"
"…"
"Teng Sha, why do you take the flesh and I only take the bones?"
"The fragrance of the bones and meat!"
"Pfft!"
"Bang!"
…
"I'll take whatever they hit!"
"Then I'll take whatever I hit!"
"No way!"
"Why?"
"Everyone who sees it has a share!"
"Then why should I have a share if I can't see it?"
"Haven't you heard of double standards?"
"Pfft!"
"Bang!"
…
"Nine-tailed Fox, I want the inner elixir!"
"I risked my life to get it. You don't have a share!"
"I'll buy it!"
"Not for sale!"
"Give me some blood then."
"Not giving!"
"You …"
"I'll give you some nails!"
…
After a while, the two of them, each carrying a sack, looked at each other and turned their heads.
"Hmph!"
"Let's go." Zhangsun Wuji, who had been quietly watching the two of them split the loot, walked over. "We've already gotten quite a lot and basically got what we wanted. There's no point in staying any longer. We have other things to do."
"Hmm." She wiped the Heaven Piercing Sword on the grass and was about to keep it when she suddenly exclaimed, "Eh? Why are there words on the sword?"
The 'Heaven Stealer', which was originally stained with the blood of the Prison Snake, was now wiped clean. Strange golden words of different sizes appeared on the black surface of the blade.
Meng Fuyao was stunned. She turned the blade over and over again. She had long known that the blade had a secret, but she had never been able to find anything strange about it. She had tried burning it, soaking it in alum, and all kinds of ancient developing agents. She had even wondered if she could find a treasure sword to hack at each other like the Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre to see if a secret manual would drop. She had never thought that she would encounter the blood of the Prison Snake and see the light of day.
She studied the words for a long time but could not recognize any of them.
They shook their heads when she showed it to the others. "Damn old man said that there's a secret on the blade. It seems like it's these words. But who can recognize these scribbles?" she asked.
"Someone will," Lei Dong said suddenly. "When the time comes."
"Everything depends on the time. I've been waiting for it to reveal itself for so many years. I don't know how long it will take for it to be translated." Meng Fuyao snorted, kept the blade, and walked out of the valley.
Lei Dong followed behind her and said loudly, "Women should focus and not wander around outside all day. I've thought about it. I'll send you back to the Han Dynasty later so that you can marry Ye 'er earlier!"
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned her head and scolded, "Old man!"
Lei Dong was furious and reached out to grab her. Zhangsun Wuji flicked his sleeve, and the Cloud Scar Sword flashed. "Senior, a melon won't be sweet if you force her." The other said, "If you force her, I'll stop you even if it means risking my life."
"What force! My Ye 'er likes her!" The old man was furious.
"Your Ye 'er likes honey sauced ham! Go ask a pig if it's willing to have its legs cut off and roasted." Meng Fuyao looked at him in disdain.
"You're not a pig!"
"I'd rather be a pig when I see you!"
The two of them quarreled all the way out of the valley and heard the sound of swords clashing. Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows and said, "Someone's here to court death again!" She rushed over as fast as lightning, and sure enough, she saw a group of warriors and warlocks surrounding and killing her guards outside the valley. Among them, there was the warlock whose robe had been stripped by her.
They had been robbed out of the blue and could no longer find anything good in the valley. In a fit of rage, they left the valley and saw the guards waiting for them. Their clothes were bright and their tools were clean. It was obvious that they were fat sheep. Suddenly, they felt that it was only fair that they were robbed.
And so, they were robbed.
And so, they ran into an iron plate. The guards of Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji were not easy to deal with.
And so, they ran into bad luck again. The robbers were bumped into by their masters, and Meng Fuyao was pulled down the cliff by a spell. She was in a bad mood, so she gave everyone a good beating. Originally, they were still wearing their pants, but now, they were all stripped off. Scram!
Colorful clothes were scattered all over the ground, including the clothes of a few of the Royal Court's wizards. Meng Fuyao laughed and stepped on them as she entered the tent. Suddenly, she felt something strange under her feet. Kicking it, she realized that there were a few peach wood tags and a string of bones under the clothes of the wizards.
Yun Hen came over to take a look. "This is the symbol of a second-rate wizard from the Burning Royal Court. Princess Ya told me about it before." Following which, he exclaimed, "Ah, there's also a beast bone used by the Qiang King's Court for divination. There's a mark on it. Strange, why would they have this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud "Ah!" came from the tent.
It was Ya Lanzhu's voice.
Meng Fuyao immediately rushed in and saw Ya Lanzhu struggling on the blanket. She was sweating profusely and her eyelids were trembling violently, but she could not open them.
Meng Fuyao called out, "Zhu-zhu! Zhu-zhu! "Ya Lanzhu did not seem to hear her and was completely immersed in her own nightmare.
With a rumble, a mountain moved over. Even Lei Dong's loud voice could not shake Ya Lanzhu awake. "Where's the Nine-tailed Fox? Where's Teng Da? Take it out! "
Meng Fuyao grabbed the Nine-tailed Fox. Sensing that its death was near, it cried and begged for mercy. Meng Fuyao stared at its black eyes and then at Lord Ingot, who was standing on the ground with his claws in his mouth. Suddenly, she felt that it would be difficult to kill such a furry, intelligent creature that looked as cute and cute as Lord Ingot.
Lei Dong snorted. "Keeping it might be useful, but it could also be troublesome. Think carefully."
Meng Fuyao ignored him. She cut off a piece of Teng Da's golden horn, burned it to ashes, and poured it into the spring water for Ya Lanzhu to drink. After a while, Ya Lanzhu's body trembled and she opened her eyes.
The moment she opened her eyes, Meng Fuyao could clearly see that they were blood-red. She could vaguely see the shadow of fire and the floating crowd. However, the image disappeared in a flash, and she returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
Back to normal, Ya Lanzhu sat in a daze, looking as if her soul had not returned. Meng Fuyao tried to call out softly, "Zhu-zhu … Zhu-zhu …"
"Father!" Ya Lanzhu suddenly jumped up and ran out with a blanket draped over her. "Mother!"
She shouted mournfully and flew forward like a butterfly with a colorful blanket draped over her. Her speed was faster than her own martial arts, and she ran out in a way that caught everyone off guard.
That mournful cry spread through the silent mountain forest and into the smoke-filled valley. Somewhere in the valley, a man who was looking up at the stars with his hands behind his back suddenly trembled. He then turned his head and made a sound through his nose. "Hmm?"
"So it's here …" he said in a low voice.
Then, he casually rolled up his sleeves and drew a line in the air with his fingertips.
…
Ya Lanzhu ran out frantically.
She ran faster and faster, her steps as light as lightning on the mountain path. How could her Qinggong only surpass her own? She even surpassed Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao, and surpassed the speed of a human. She floated weightlessly like a soul, and her steps were very strange. Her shoulders did not move, and her head did not shake. She was like a puppet being carried by an invisible hand.
Everyone chased after her, but because her qinggong had improved by leaps and bounds, they were a step too slow. They saw that Ya Lanzhu did not run down the mountain, but instead madly ran towards the foothills. There was a steep cliff there, and at the bottom of the cliff was a bottomless valley that was filled with mist.
Meng Fuyao's vision darkened. She quickly raised her hand and threw Lord Yuan Bao out. "Haozi, stop her!"
She hoped that when Ya Lanzhu saw Lord Yuan Bao, she would wake up for a moment.
Lord Yuan Bao leaped into the air, and with a flash of white light, he finally reached Ya Lanzhu's shoulder. He pulled at her ear with all his might, squeaked in her ear, and tried to slap her. However, Ya Lanzhu's eyes did not move at all, and she did not sense any of Lord Yuan Bao's movements. She only bravely and courageously ran towards her target.
Not only was she unable to save Ya Lanzhu, but even Lord Yuan Bao was about to fall into the deep valley. Her eyes turned red. Suddenly, she heard a gust of wind behind her, and with a flutter of her sleeves, Zhangsun Wuji had already passed by her side and was about to grab Ya Lanzhu's back.
They were only about ten feet away from the cliff, and Zhangsun Wuji's outstretched hand had already grabbed Ya Lanzhu's shoulder.
Just as Meng Fuyao rejoiced, Ya Lanzhu suddenly leaped half a meter away, and the grab missed. "Ah!" Meng Fuyao cried out in annoyance, but Ya Lanzhu was already far away.
Meng Fuyao clenched her teeth and tore off her clothes in an attempt to hold Ya Lanzhu back. Suddenly, a long black rope flew out from behind her and cleverly struck Zhangsun Wuji, who was not far from Ya Lanzhu, and pushed him away.
It was Yun Hen. As he ran, he took off his outer clothes and twisted them into a rope to push Zhangsun Wuji.
This push pushed Zhangsun Wuji behind Ya Lanzhu, and he raised his hand to grab again.
"Rip!"
Ya Lanzhu's clothes were torn, and a piece of cloth, along with Lord Yuan Bao, fell into Zhangsun Wuji's palm. The exposed skin on her shoulder was smooth and delicate like jade.
Zhangsun Wuji's hand pressed down, but could only press on her bare skin.
Zhangsun Wuji subconsciously gave way.
Ya Lanzhu immediately floated away.
Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth so hard that they almost broke. What a great opportunity! Useless!
Three attempts and three failures. Ya Lanzhu had already reached the cliff's edge. Without a word, she rushed forward without slowing down, as if she was calling out to something.
Meng Fuyao ran with all her might, closing her eyes as she ran. She was powerless to reverse the situation. Now, Zhuzhu was no longer a pearl, but an uncontrollable soul.
She did not dare to imagine Ya Lanzhu's miserable state at the bottom of the cliff. Blood and flesh flashed past her eyes involuntarily. The more she thought about it, the more afraid she became. She was even more afraid than when she had been pulled down from the cliff.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound came from ahead.
The muffled sound made Fuyao's heart skip a beat.
'Is that the sound of Zhuzhu falling down the cliff?'
She trembled, not daring to open her eyes. She was afraid to see her only female friend lying dead at the bottom of the cliff, without any signs of life.
Behind him, Old Man Lei let out a hearty laugh and said, "Good!"
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed. She opened her eyes and saw that Zhuzhu was in the arms of a man on the cliff. The man stretched out his hand and pressed her down. He was dressed in a black brocade robe with red flames. His features were deep and handsome, as if they were carved by a knife. When he looked at her, his gaze was firm and fierce. It was like a whistling gale that collided with the stars in the sky, shattering the dome of heaven with a bang and filling the world with a dazzling diamond light.
Zhan Beiye.
Meng Fuyao stared at him blankly, a breath stuck in her throat. It took her a long time to let it out. She was so happy that she forgot herself and rushed over to punch him. "Haha, Zhan Beiye, why are you here? Why are you here? Ah, it's all thanks to you, all thanks to you … "
Zhan Beiye lifted his hand to seal Ya Lanzhu's acupoint. He put her down and looked up at Meng Fuyao. At that moment, he seemed to have forgotten everything else and only stared at her fiercely. "Why are you in such a sorry state? Where did the blood come from? "
Meng Fuyao was taken aback. Only then did she realize that there was blood on her body. It was the blood of the Prison Snake that she had killed earlier. However, the blood of the snake was black and not obvious on her black clothes. How could this guy have noticed it at first glance?
"It's alright, it's someone else's." Meng Fuyao grinned. At that moment, she found Zhan Beiye very pleasing to the eye. If he wanted her to hold his stinky feet and kiss them a few times, she would consider it.
"That's good." Only then did Zhan Beiye relax his brows and smile brightly. "I heard that you and my master … traveled together." He glared at Old Man Lei before continuing, "I was afraid that the two of you would misunderstand each other due to your fiery tempers. Coincidentally, I was patrolling the Northern Region, so I took a detour. I was looking for the Lost Valley just now and wanted to see if I could find it from a high vantage point. So I climbed this cliff and bumped into Ya Lanzhu."
Both the front and the back of his words were true, but the middle part was nonsense. Patrolling the Northern Region of the Great Han Empire, how could he reach Fufeng? It was obvious that the Emperor of the Great Han Empire had slipped away again. Meng Fuyao was in a good mood and did not intend to expose him. She smiled and said, "Good, good, good. Please bring that old man of yours back."
"Good, good. Ye 'er, you came at the right time." The one who replied was an angry Lei Dong, he was extremely dissatisfied with his disciple's ungrateful glare, and returned it with a glare. "I've caught her for you, you can bring her back to the bridal chamber."
Zhan Beiye frowned and glared at him. "Don't be a busybody!"
"Busybody?" Lei Dong was enraged. He threw the sack on his back onto the ground, and with a clatter, everything fell to the ground. "Why would this old man meddle? I've been looking forward to having a grand-disciple for many years! Look! Look! " He randomly pulled out the bloody mess. "The skin of the Arrow Fur Beast can be used as a quilt to keep you warm in the winter and cool in the summer. The skin of the Fire Frog can soothe the heart and make a small pouch for your son. The feathers of the Hibernating Bird can prevent poison … I've spent so much effort to prepare a gift for you, and this is your attitude? Huh? Huh? "
Zhan Beiye snorted. "Busybody!"
Lei Dong jumped up. "Rascal, you bastard!"
"Busybody!"
"Bastard!"
"Bam!"
"Boom!"
Meng Fuyao hugged Ya Lanzhu and fled the battlefield. She clicked her tongue in admiration. "Good for you. It's like Mars colliding with Earth. You're even more ferocious than us!"
After a while, Zhan Beiye came over, his face covered in soot. He used his leg to push away the prey on the ground and looked at Meng Fuyao. She laughed awkwardly. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, your old man is delusional. Please take him for treatment. I can provide whatever medicine he needs for free."
Zhan Beiye stared at her for a long time until she looked away uncomfortably. "Is it really delusional?" Without waiting for her reply, he added, "No one can be sure until the final result is out. It's just delusional."
"That's true." Zhangsun Wuji suddenly came over and held Meng Fuyao's arm. He smiled warmly at Zhan Beiye. "I really hope that one day, the Great Han Emperor will be able to witness the final result for us."
Fuyao twitched. 'What a diplomatic attack … Ahhhh …'
"Why do I feel that the Crown Prince is more suitable to be the emcee with his graceful bearing and perfect speech?" Zhan Beiye laughed. "Do you mind being the emcee for Fuyao and me? My master will be the emcee, and you will be the emcee. The Great Han's glory will be boundless. "
"I hope that Wuji will be the one to receive this glory." Zhangsun Wuji smiled amiably. "My father has been looking forward to it for a long time."
"Since my master is here to propose marriage, I'm sure he'll be more sincere." Zhan Beiye laughed, his jet-black gaze unyielding.
…
Lei Dong came over to join in the fun and grabbed Meng Fuyao.
"What's with all the noise? What kind of person are you? Snatching a woman like a country bumpkin! "
Just when Meng Fuyao felt that the old man's words were very dignified, she heard his next words.
"Hurry up and consummate your marriage! I'll help you! "
Meng Fuyao staggered and quickly pinched Ya Lanzhu. 'Pinch, pinch, pinch … Zhu Zhu, please wake up, please wake up. At least help me change the topic and deal with a lunatic …' Meng Fuyao staggered.
Ya Lanzhu was indeed awakened.
When she opened her eyes, her dazed gaze scattered like water and slowly shrank to the size of a needle. Her eyes were filled with fear, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
She trembled and suddenly threw herself at Meng Fuyao's feet, hugged them, and burst into tears.
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