Eat well and drink hot food

Even though she had seen the endless mountains, rivers and flowers of the Jiaocheng tribe, Fu Yu still felt that those were not as shocking as the scenery in front of her.

Fu Yu looked around and saw that under the reflection of countless light spots were granular floating objects of different shapes. It was hard to tell what they were from the appearance, but they were all dark or light brown or khaki in color.

And she herself is floating just like these particles.

It was said that he was floating, but apart from the strong sense of suspension, Fu Yu did not feel any movement in his body.

What's worse is that the pain is everywhere, as if it's going to tear her apart.

Fu Yu's hand moved, then froze, and then a low bitter smile escaped from the corner of his mouth.

It’s so clean!

There is no spiritual power at all, and even the items in the storage space cannot be taken out.

Fu Yu tentatively moved his feet, and then tilted his head. His eyes looked down at the endless darkness dotted with light spots and countless floating particles.

Having adapted to the monk's powerful body, the weakness of her limbs now made her very uncomfortable. After struggling for a while, she sat up with her hands on her hands.

There were severe scratches of various sizes on her legs, head, back and other parts of her body, some of which were superficial, with a layer of skin broken. The most serious ones were on her ears and the outside of her left shoulder. Her ears were completely scratched.

Nearly a third of it was gone, and the exposed shoulder bone could even be seen on the left shoulder.

With such a physical condition, one has lost all his cultivation.

How can a mortal survive in such a place?

At this moment, Fu Yu even regretted her choice.

Is this really a way out?

"Jade?"

In the spiritual source, the blood-stained hair ball spread out, and Xiao Huo stood up tremblingly.

Fu Yu's eyes finally had some brightness.

Although she has no spiritual power, her spiritual consciousness can still be used.

His consciousness entered the spiritual source, and when he saw Xiao Huo's lonely long tail, Fu Yu almost shed tears.

"Xiao Huo, your tail..."

"Tail?", with obvious nonchalance in his voice: "Oh, this will grow back."

Fu Yu's spiritual consciousness looked at his rolling black eyes: "You lied."

Xiao Huo squatted down and licked the soles of his feet: "I'm not lying to you, it's true."

After that, he added: "I was almost scared to death by you!"

There was finally the familiar coquettishness in Fu Yu's voice.

Without waiting for Fu Yu to speak, Xiao Huo thought to himself and said: "You can think of such a method, which can be regarded as a wise act out of desperation."

Fu Yu sighed again: "It's just that my injury is not serious now, I am weak and I have no spiritual power. Although it seems that my life is not in danger for the time being, it will become more and more difficult to escape."

"And me." Xiao Huo stood up: "I'll go out and take a look."

"No, no, no!"

Fu Yu was startled and hurriedly explained: "Don't come out. What if you come out and get sucked away?"

"Stay in Lingyuan and don't come out."

Xiao Huo's feet stopped just like that, then his body softened and he lay down, muttering: "What a useless place!"

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"What the hell?!"

Bai Langya pried open the rustling bushes, and a black shadow rushed towards him.

"Ah!"

The sticky feeling on his face made him almost crazy.

"Shua"

Just when his hand was about to slap his face, he heard the sound of wind blowing.

Bai Langya followed the sound and saw branches and leaves swaying, and there was some black shadow somewhere.

"Cuckoo, coo!"

There was still a rustling in the bushes, but this time instead of stepping forward, Bai Langya took two steps back with lingering fear.

His consciousness had sensed it a long time ago, and it was clearly a second-order tall chicken inside. He opened it with interest and took a look. Who knew he would encounter such a weird thing.

"Puff puff!"

Thinking of the disgusting sticky feeling, he escaped from a palm-sized bronze mirror and touched it to make sure nothing was left. He breathed a sigh of relief, then pinched his neck and retched for a while before he felt better.

"What on earth is it?"

The speed was really too fast, and he didn't even notice it before.

"You can run up to my face and still get away with your body intact. Good guy, you are really like this!"

He muttered to himself angrily for a while, and pointed his middle finger at the empty branch. In the end, he didn't dare to pull it out, but killed the squealing tall chicken with one sword.

"Just reward me with your reward."

I picked up the chicken's feet and found a water source, plucking its feathers and worrying at the same time.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Fu, shouldn't he already be..."

Bai Langya's hand movements paused, and then he pulled a lot of chicken feathers fiercely, and his hands made a splash in the lake water: "Then I'm not going to suffer a big loss!"

"Oh, I hope she can be smart and find a place to hide and save herself a little life, otherwise I will really be laughed to death!"

As he spoke, he paused his plucking hand and muttered: "I'm afraid I'm going to die from being laughed at. I don't know why Eminem is angry?"

"Oh, it's just that I was too young at the time and acted on my own impulses!"

As he spoke, he skillfully carried the cleaned tall chicken and placed it on the prepared fire.

It’s been three months.

After Bai Langya returned to Qinglang Secret Realm, he headed south first, but did not find any clues about Fu Yu, but fortunately he did not encounter any danger.

It's just that a person is really lonely, so he unknowingly develops the habit of talking to himself.

Occasionally, he would also wonder, was it too impulsive to return to the secret realm?

At the beginning, he would convince himself with various reasons, but as time went on and there was still no clue about Fu Yu, he now admitted again that he was indeed a little impulsive at the time.

The key is that the interval between the opening of this secret realm is too long, one hundred years!

"One hundred years from now, won't I be one hundred and eighty-five years old?!"

Bai Langya counted with his fingers, and felt that he had suffered a big loss no matter how he calculated.

"It's hard for a hero to be a beauty!"

He uncorked the bottle, took a few gulps of wine, and couldn't help shouting: "Happy!"

After turning over the whole chicken on the fire rack, the feeling of loneliness completely dissipated. After taking a bite of the chicken and taking a sip of the wine, his heart became lively again.

"Fellow Daoist Fu is good-looking, talented, has a good temperament and works hard. Female cultivators like this are rare. Where can I find such a good candidate for a Taoist companion?

Besides, although this secret realm is deserted, freedom is real freedom. You don’t have to worry about food and drink, and life is easy. But Eminem is out of reach. In a hundred years, Eminem will be able to ascend even if he can survive."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had done a good job, and that he still had some small thoughts in his heart that he could not share with outsiders or express openly.

"hey-hey!"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle twice.

If the matter is really done, not only will his mother-in-law not punish him after he leaves, but she will also stop nagging him in the future...

But where are you, Daoyou Fu?
Chapter completed!