When the fat man heard Lin Haoran's words, he immediately lay on the ground tremblingly, and kept kowtowing—

"Good man, please spare me! Good man, please spare me! I have old men and young men, you have a lot of adults, so save my life."

The fat man begged.

Lin Haoran originally wanted to take the life of this guy, but when he heard the other party say something, there were old people and young people, he hesitated for a moment.

Lin Haoran looked at the other party's pitiful appearance and said, "Looking at your arrogant look just now, did you ever think of this fate? I wanted to take your life, but when I saw you begging for mercy, I will save you one life!"

"Thank you for not killing me, thank you for your life." The fat man kowtowed repeatedly, his head pounding.

"but--"

Lin Haoran suddenly had a turning point: "But, death penalty can be avoided, and living penalty cannot be escaped. In order not to let you harm others again, I will destroy your cultivation today!"

"Ah?" The fat man was stunned when he heard this.

"What? If you don't agree, then I'd better take your life. Just right, my friend next to me is still waiting to fill his stomach!" Lin Haoran said, looking at the Xiaolong beside him.

The young dragon actually understood Lin Haoran's meaning. Its big wings flickered and stirred up a whirlwind.

When the fat man saw it, he was frightened. He died and was going to be eaten by this zombie. How miserable it would be! He cried: "Well, good man, save my life. If you want to destroy my cultivation, then destroy it."

So, Lin Haoran shook his hand and a small ball of light hit it, hitting it directly on one of the fat man's acupoints.

"ah--"

The fat man screamed and became unconscious.

Lin Haoran looked into the distance and said to himself: "Wan'er, don't you know where you are now? Have you ever known that I'm back!"

"Shit-"

The Xiaolong made a loud noise, reminding Lin Haoran that someone was coming.

Lin Haoran didn't want to be troublesome. He was thinking about how to find Murong Wan'er instead of following these people.

"Dalong, go!"

Lin Haoran said to the Xiaolong next to him.

"Shit-"

The Xiaolong shook his long neck and leaned on the ground, waiting for Lin Haoran to come up.

After two days of cultivation, Lin Haoran has reached the foundation-building cultivation with his talent and memory as the Emperor. He did not climb up to the Xiaolong like the first time, but instead leaped his toes, jumped, and rode on the Xiaolong's back with ease.

"rise!"

Lin Haoran gave the order!

"call--"

The young dragon spread its wings, soared into the air, and flew into the sky.

During the rise of the Xiaolong, a cyclone stirred up, and within a radius of dozens of feet, the trees were swollen from flying sand and rocks. This formation was really not small.

Not far away, dozens of strong men had to lie on the ground and dared not approach.

"My God! What is this? I have never seen it before."

One of them stared at the sky and said.

"Could this be the legendary flying dragon?"

The person next to him knows a lot and expresses his own opinions.

When the other person heard this, he was surprised: "Flying Dragon? I have said it, but isn't that in the wilderness south of Xuantian Continent? It has never appeared here."

"It's not easy to deal with. It seems that we should be more careful in the future. If this thing pounces in front of us, it's as easy as not to catch the chicken with the eagle!"

...

These people crawled on the ground, looking at the Xiaolong in the sky from afar, and how could they dare to approach?

Until the shadow of the Xiaolong was gone in the sky and until the area became calm, these people stood up.

They slapped the dust from their clothes and rushed towards the ruins.

The fat man had his cultivation level abolished. Seeing that his companions were coming, he hurriedly called these people to save him.

...

Let’s talk about Murong Wan'er and Du Xiaoshu, after getting rid of the tracks of those people, they gritted their teeth and walked for half a night road. It was not until dawn in the east that they crossed the mountain.

Before Du Xiaoshu left, Old Man Du ordered him some things to ask Du Xiaoshu to climb over two mountains and go to a place called Longwei Village to seek refuge with a relative.

So, Du Xiaoshu took Murong Wan'er all the way east.

After dawn, the two of them were still worried and insisted on walking for a long time until the sun was high and they stopped.

"Sister, let's take a rest, you're tired too," Du Xiaoshu said.

"Xiaoshu, sister is really tired." Murong Wan'er also wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Du Xiaoshu found a stone slab and untied the things on his back. This was prepared for them before leaving.

His grandfather seemed to have a premonition, and he thought so carefully, with the dried fish and the water in the cowhide jar.

Du Xiaoshu opened the package and thought of his grandfather. He couldn't help but burst into tears when he thought that his grandfather might have encountered an unexpected situation.

"Xiaoshu, have you thought of grandpa again?" Murong Wan'er next to her asked when she saw Xiaoshu crying.

Du Xiaoshu nodded: "Sister, I'm afraid I can't see my grandfather anymore."

Murong Wan'er was also very sad, and didn't know how to comfort Du Xiaoshu. Such sad things could not be persuaded in just a few words.

For such sad things, only time is the best medicine.

"Xiaoshu, if you feel uncomfortable, then cry." Murong Wan'er said, then picked up the handkerchief and wiped away the tears from the corners of Du Xiaoshu's eyes.

"Sister, don't say anything. When you wipe your tears, you really look like my sister." Du Xiaoshu rarely smiled.

Although Du Xiaoshu is young, he is very sensible. He knew that now is not the time to shed tears, so he tried hard to get himself out of his sadness.

Murong Wan'er also wanted to change the topic so that Du Xiaoshu would no longer be sad.

"Xiaoshu, I doubt whether what you said is true. How old were you at that time? Can you remember your sister's appearance?" Murong Wan'er shook her head and expressed her disbelief.

Du Xiaoshu said: "I was over six years old at that time. Of course I remember what my sister looked like. I still clearly remember my sister playing in the woods with me on her back."

"Xiaoshu, I didn't understand this when your grandfather said this. Your sister was captured by people from the Demon Realm, right?" Murong Wan'er asked.

"Yes."

"In this case, Xiaoshu, maybe your sister is still alive!" Murong Wan'er said.

Du Xiaoshu shook his head: "It should be difficult. My grandfather said that those people are people from the demon world, and they kill people without blinking. My grandfather also said that they will kill people and practice with human bones. Think about it, will there be anyone else survive there?"

Demon World?

Murong Wan'er is not unfamiliar with it.
Chapter completed!