Who are you?

No, where did you get out of it?

Yang Donghai, Yu Zhenzhen, and the Holy Son of Greedy Wolf were all looking at this cute little Taoist nun with a confused look on her face.

You should know that they are all martial arts people, especially Yang Donghai, who is already a legend, has an extremely keen sense of five senses and six senses. He will definitely notice it first when someone approaches him, but even he doesn't know where the Taoist nun comes from.

Beilong's mouth twitched twice invisible. The atmosphere is right now. Why are you a little bun coming out to make trouble?

Besides, do you know where I am going, you want me to take you? I am not an old driver!

"Let's go!" Bei Long ignored the little Taoist nun, and squeezed it hard with his big hand on Yang Donghai's shoulder. His figure flashed and it was five feet away. It flashed several times and was already outside the crowd. His kick seemed to step on the thunder and turned into a flying fire meteor and flew forward. The "rumbling" thunder sound was as fast as lightning!

Yang Donghai and the others were all looking at ghosts, not because of Beilong's "The Great Movement" and "The Broken Skies", but because every time Beilong flashes, the Taoist nun with sword-browed eyebrows and apricot-eyed eyes and bun-faced appearances. Even when Beilong escapes with sparks and lightning, she still stuck behind Beilong and turned around and proudly held a pair of black, long and straight sword-brows to them...

There is also such an operation? The Holy Son of Jumen stammered and asked Yang Donghai: "Captain, how did she do it?"

As worthy of being the Golden Dragon Heavenly Lord of the Ming Cult, Yang Donghai frowned and thought: "It's probably the inheritance of the [Dao Sect]..."

"The Taoist inheritance?" The Holy Son of Jumen said suspiciously: "Like the Wudang Sect, the Huashan Sect and others?"

"Different," Yang Donghai shook his head slightly: "I mean Longhu Mountain, Maoshan, Shushan..."

"Captain, didn't you say that the Taoist sect are all liars..." The Holy Son of Greedy Wolf said hoarsely: "Only martial arts are true!"

"That was the past. Today, there are great changes, and all the demons and gods have come out. What's wrong with the Taoist heritage coming out?"

Yang Donghai waved his hands to everyone who was attentive to listen to him: "Don't pull it off, prepare to go home!"

The Holy Son of Greedy Wolf, Zhu Zhenzhen, Zhao Zhiqiang and the others quickly responded that the matter here has come to an end...

...

For some reason, I always feel like someone is following me... Bei Long looked back with a strange look and just met a pair of big almond eyes. The almond eyes were wide open, and the pair of black, long and straight sword eyebrows on the almond eyes actually raised pride at him: "Wuliang Tianzun, brother..."

Little brother, your sister! Bei Long was also drunk: "Why are you here? No, how did you keep up with me?"

"Wuliang Tianzun," said the little Taoist nun cutely: "Brother, don't be angry, it's not easy to keep up with you..."

Bei Long quickly observed that although the little Taoist nun was close to him, she had no direct contact with her body.

How can I say this feeling? It’s like a little Taoist nun is her own shadow, sticking to herself in a close and separate way...

Too weird...

Beilong found that he seemed to underestimate this little Taoist nun. He thought she was a funny guy, but he didn't expect it to be a legend!

At least it is a legend, otherwise how could he catch up with his "Traveling the Sky" so easily?

Bei Long narrowed his eyes and looked at her again, stopped and solemnly followed the ritual of Jianghu, bowing slightly towards the Taoist nun: "Dare you ask this fairy, who is the most honorable name of the family and sect?"

The little Taoist nun was so anxious that she made the "Ziwu Seal", which means holding the right hand with her left hand, carrying the yin and yang, which contains the five elements, pinching the Ziwu Seal inward, presenting the Tai Chi diagram outside, bowing and holding her fists: "Maoshan [Shangqing School] True disciple, Yuhuan, hey--"

She bowed and clasped her fists and lowered her head, Bei Long took the opportunity to run away. She was so angry that the Taoist nun stomped her feet. How could she catch up if she wanted to chase her?

"Let's go!" Yuhuan's little Taoist nun was so angry that her almond eyes widened and her sword eyebrows were raised, but in a blink of an eye, Beilong disappeared.

"This incident still has to fall on him!" Yuhuan's little Taoist nun bit his silver teeth and pulled out the small and exquisite compass from his big sleeve. The magnetic needle in the center of the compass was still motionless. Yuhuan's little Taoist nun stretched out a slender jade finger and pulled the magnetic needle hard: buzzing buzzing...

After the magnetic needle rotated rapidly for countless rounds, it suddenly pointed out a direction. The Taoist Yuhuan snorted proudly, and then chased the compass in that direction: "Immortal Heavenly Lord, I'll come!"

...

Milan is the second largest city in Italy. Before the end of the world, it was one of the world's famous international metropolises. With many halos such as the world's fashion and design capital, the world's historical and cultural city, Milan Fashion Week is the "barometer" of world fashion design and consumption. AC Milan and Inter Milan are the world's top football giants. Even now it is a world-class dead city...

The hazy sky is about to storm, and walking corpses wander among the large ruins.

They were unkempt and ragged, with dried black blood on their bodies, their eyes were muddy and white, and their faces were covered with terrifying blue blood vessels, and they staggered around the ruins.

They are zombies, low-level zombies.

Only low-level zombies will wander so aimlessly, and high-level zombies and poisonous zombies will not be so stupid.

"Ka...da...da..."

A tall and majestic man appeared on the street. He was wearing an exaggerated plane head and a black robe. The left shoulder of the robe was embroidered with a blood-red seven-pointed star. Below the robe was black plate armor, including chest and belly armor, shoulder armor, skirt armor, arm armor, leg armor, shin guards, and even iron gloves, a chain mail, and a knight's sword hanging on the waist. In addition to not wearing a helmet or riding a horse, he was like a knight in the European Middle Ages. He walked casually on the dead street as if no one was around.

Although this street is dead now, it was the most famous luxury street in the world before the end of the world:

Monte Napoleon Street.

The streets are filled with stores of well-known brands such as Gucci, Prada, Fendi, Armani, Versace.

So Pedro likes to go shopping alone. In addition to being a man who likes to go shopping, the more important reason is that zombies on this street are generally above the level of appearance and figure.

Of course, it is limited to the early days of the end of the world.

Pedro walked swaggeringly, and strangely, the zombies turned a blind eye to him as if they had regarded him as their kind.

This is because his body exudes a faint dark aura all the time, and he can join the zombies.
Chapter completed!