"Zhu is used to being alone, and he is living everywhere and has no place to live. It is really not good to bring two people with him. However, if he really meets Ling Mei, protecting their safety should not be difficult!" Han Ming shook his head first, and then said seriously.

"By the way, why didn't Miss Feng find two sisters by herself, but asked Zhu?" Han Ming asked in confusion.

Feng Jingyi shook her head and stopped talking. She just glanced at Gu Xuan beside her and showed a smile.

Seeing this, Han Ming couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"By the way, Mr. Zhu, the Dark Bone Guardian of the Dark Spirit Sect chased us three sisters, on the one hand because he wanted to avenge the Dark Blood Guardian, on the other hand, he wanted to get the treasure house that my father had accumulated for most of his life. When he first joined his uncle, Jingyi informed his uncle of two of the treasure houses, and then he was transferred by his uncle. In addition to those two treasure houses, his father also had a hidden warehouse, which was not much, but it was priceless. Jingyi is already a half-destroyed person. It is still unknown whether the two sisters are still in the world. Jingyi doesn't want this treasure house to be buried underground or fall into the hands of thieves. This time, she can only send it to Mr. Zhu, all of which is to repay Mr. Zhu's favor for saving him twice!" Feng Jingyi seemed to have thought of something, turned to Han Ming and said.

"The treasure house is not necessary. Zhu doesn't care about these external things. He helps find Ling Mei. He just does it as a way to repay the favor Zhu owed at the beginning!" Han Ming shook his head. He was a cultivator who was a late-level Qi cultivation. Some ordinary treasures and pearls and jades really have no use to him. He is still a burden to him!

Feng Jingyi shook her head when she heard this and said seriously: "Young Master Zhu is so skilled in martial arts. Of course, she doesn't like any pearl and jade treasures, but it involves the treasures of immortals! In the hidden warehouse that Jingyi mentioned, there are two animal skins, which are similar to the one that you gave to Mr. Zhu. They are inseparable from swords and guns, and they are invulnerable to water and fire, and the origin is the same!"

Han Ming was shocked when he heard this, and his expression became serious. He looked straight at Feng Jingyi without blinking, and there was a sense of heat inside!

"Miss Feng is serious?" Han Ming said word by word.

"Why, Mr. Zhu cares about this animal skin very much?" Feng Jingyi's eyes moved slightly when she saw Han Ming's appearance.

"Hu." Han Ming let out a deep breath and calmed down.

"Mr. Zhu didn't see these two animal skins with his own eyes, so it's hard to draw a conclusion early. I wonder if it's what I thought!" Han Ming glanced at Feng Jingyi deeply and said.

"Maybe it's useful to Mr. Zhu, that's great. That hidden trunk is in a valley thirty miles east of Dangmang Mountain. There is a thousand-year-old tree on the hidden trunk. It's quite conspicuous and easy to find!" Feng Jingyi stopped looking at Han Ming again after saying that, but looked at Gu Xuan's corpse in a blink of an eye, with gentle eyes in her eyes.

"Mr. Zhu, don't forget to agree to Jingyi. If Liu Shanqiaoxiu and her two sisters are still alive, try to keep them safe. If there is a next life, Jingyi will definitely repay you as much as possible." Feng Jingyi used her only remaining arm to tidy up Gu Xuan's clothes, and then she lay on Gu Xuan's body sideways.

After a while, black blood began to flow out of Feng Jingyi's mouth, flowing down Gu Xuan's chest, and into the transparent holes in the front and back of the heart.

Seeing Feng Jingyi slowly dying of poison, Han Ming's eyes were full of complexity, but he did not come forward to rescue him. Otherwise, with his poisoning skills, let alone the cliff pill, even some other combinations of poisons would not be difficult for him.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Chun'er floated over from behind a big stone, but saw Han Ming staring at the two corpses in front of him in a daze.

"It's okay." Han Ming gave out a deep breath, shook his head and said.

"Chun'er, have the blood, energy and soul of those men in black robe absorbed completely?" Han Ming moved his eyes from the two corpses in front of him and asked inadvertently.

"Absorb, master." Chun'er replied obediently.

"Yeah." Han Ming nodded, threw a fire bomb to the big stone behind him, and in a moment, the men in black robe who had become mummies were burned to ashes.

Turning his head to look at the two corpses, the complex expression in Han Ming's eyes did not diminish.

After sighing leisurely, Han Ming turned around, released the magic weapon, cut off a big tree that dozens of people could only be hugged by each other, and then directed the magic weapon to fly up and down. As the large pieces of wood chips fell, a coffin about the size of meter was formed.

"You two are lucky. If you die, someone will prepare a coffin for you. If I am killed one day, I don't want a coffin. As long as there is a pit buried!" Han Ming put Gu Xuan and Feng Jingyi into the coffin and smiled mockingly.

"Who can truly control the fate? Who is not fighting for the fate? Who can do everything well!" After Han Ming buried the two of them, he shook his head slightly, took Chun'er, released the Qingye magic weapon, and headed towards the direction of the capital.

When he met Feng Jingyi this time, Han Ming felt that his mood was a little unstable. Some of the principles he had followed before were shaken. He actually had the idea of ​​taking Anan back to the sect even if he had no spiritual roots.

Feeling the change in his mood, Han Ming did not deliberately suppress it, but just let it go and let it go, which was also his last willfulness.

"After returning to the capital this time, you must first be sure of what the Thirteenth Prince and his group are doing. If there is no danger, you will secretly complete the task of catching monsters as soon as possible. After all, you still have to hand over it before leaving, otherwise it will touch the rules of the sect!" Han Ming said to himself, and temporarily threw Feng Jingyi's affairs behind his head and returned to the main business.

In fact, according to Han Ming's idea, he left as soon as he wanted to turn around, no matter what task he had, after all, there were three cultivators in the foundation-building stage eyeing him, but the rules of the sect were there, so he was not easy to violate.

However, Han Ming’s biggest reliance on his own strength. Since he was besieged by the Thirteenth Prince and others that night, Han Ming understood that he might not be able to beat the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage, but ordinary monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage cannot do anything to him! As long as he is careful, the three monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage will probably not even be able to find his shadow!
Chapter completed!