Time seems to pass by, but it is actually very slow. From Xu Yourong carrying him to the forest to the end of this sinister battle, it has not been too long since the sunrise in Zhouyuan, not far above the horizon. The morning breeze and morning light fell into the forest, cut into pieces of various shapes, slowly rolling the fallen leaves on the ground, making rustling sounds and emitting various lights.

Chen Changsheng looked into the distance, silent.

He did not have the natural sensitivity to danger like Chess, nor did he have the ability to use his life chart to deduce danger ahead. He did not see any figure in the morning light in the distance, did not notice any danger, nor did he see any enemies, but he just felt that there was too quiet there. Yes, quiet was not enough reason, but he felt that it was wrong.

There are three thousand great ways, and he only practices one way. The pair of demonic beauty strong men must still chase him in Zhouyuan, and may also encounter human practitioners who are as gloomy and terrifying as that old monster. Now he has no ability to protect himself. He can only believe in his own feelings and believe in the only way he has practiced for more than ten years.

So he did not hesitate and turned to the other side of the woods. His expression was a little hurried, but his footsteps could not be hurried, because he had not healed at this time and had to carry the girl in white. The more important reason was that his body was much colder than normal, and his breathing and heartbeat were at least one-third slower than usual. The snow frost on his eyebrows and temples reappeared, and the dewdrops stained on his clothes formed countless small snow particles. They were blown by the morning breeze and condensed quickly. Then they were blown by the morning breeze, falling behind him, leaving a clear trace in the forest.

Shortly after he left the woods, with a slightly cold breath, Nanke and the old man who played the piano came here. Her eyes moved to the distance with the remaining snow frost on the surface of the fallen leaves. Her eyes were so sharp. Just by looking at it casually, she got enough information from the snow frost footprints. Chen Changsheng had woken up and was running away with Xu Yourong on his back. His injuries were obviously not healed, and his steps seemed a little slow.

A hint of confusion appeared between her eyes, which were slightly wider. According to her two maids, Chen Changsheng was seriously injured last night and was on the verge of death. How could he recover in such a short time? At the same time, her spiritual sense sensed the existence of the Baihai corpse in the cliff cave, but at this time she had no time to pay attention to what had happened before, and directly extended her arms into the air beside her.

The two demon beauties turned into two clear lights and disappeared without a trace. A pair of green wings appeared behind her. With a gust of wind, she disappeared in the forest. The old man who played the piano looked at the direction outside the forest and confirmed that the mysterious and dangerous grassland was not far away. He couldn't help but frowned slightly, guessing what might happen next, but he had no other way, so he could only go with it.

The woods are the shore, and before the shore is a water slum, and the green reeds occupy all their sight, as if they are about to reach the sky, but in fact, passing through this reed is the grassland. The cold breath helped Chen Changsheng suppress his injuries, and at the same time it also reduced his metabolism speed sharply. At this time, his heartbeat and breathing were too slow, so he naturally walked slowly. It took him a long time to get here.

He didn't know that not long ago, Xu Yourong carried him out of the reeds opposite him, and only knew that if he continued to move forward, he might mistakenly enter the terrible grassland. However, he had no other choice, so he could only follow his own wishes and walk back to the wetland again along the road he came, walking in the water, bringing out some thin ice.

I just walked into the reeds and before I could think about whether to take the risk or turn the direction, the wind coming from the shore told him that I didn’t have to think about it anymore.

A cold breeze appeared, and the green light took away all the colors of reeds and trees.

A young girl with an indifferent expression appeared on the shore and looked at him expressionlessly, like looking at an ant.

Chen Changsheng looked at her messy hair and blood-stained clothes, especially her eyebrows and eyes, and was stunned, as if he was a little surprised because he saw something. In addition, he did not hold the hilt of the sword because he knew that there was too much difference in strength between him and this powerful demon clan, and fighting was meaningless, so he remained silent and seemed very calm.

He has always been very calm and steady. No matter what major events he encounters, he will not be depressed or panic. This personality trait makes him have a temperament that is far beyond his age, and it is often surprising. Xu Yourong is like this, and Nanke is the same at this time. She did not expect that this is the rumored boy who is deeply favored by the pope, and asked: "Are you Chen Changsheng?"

Chen Changsheng had never seen the other party, nor did he know that this little girl was the daughter of the Demon Lord. But yesterday he heard Zhexiu mention the name. Through Zhexiu's expression at that time, he was very sure that the little girl was terrible. Similarly, he didn't know that the other party's target was the girl in white on his back, thinking that the other party was here to chase him. While he was alert, he was a little childishly happy. Once upon a time, the inconspicuous young Taoist priest in Xining Town had grown to be regarded as the real target by the terrifying figure of the Demon Clan. He thought so and asked, "Are you Nanke?"

This was the first time Chen Changsheng met Nanke, and it was also the first time Nanke met him. In the years that followed, they would represent humans and demons to meet on many different battlefields, and then fight, and some stories that were not interesting and only made people feel tired. Nanke once remembered the morning when he first met him more than once, and he would always feel a slight regret. He thought that if he was more decisive and did not listen to the nonsense he said, or if he really might have killed him at that time, then there would be no subsequent stories and troubles.

Time always runs with a single arrow. Nanke now cannot know what will happen in the future. Her attention is naturally still on Xu Yourong, even though the other party is obviously unconscious at this time, as for Chen Changsheng, it is just the object of her conversation: "Put her down and I will spare you."

When she said this, Nanke's expression was still indifferent. The two maids next to her were a little surprised, thinking that what happened to the master was? He would negotiate with humans. And if Chen Changsheng was let go like this, they would fight desperately on the lakeside yesterday, wouldn't it mean nothing?

The reason for this is that they didn't know that Nanke was seriously injured in the battle at the top of Muyu Peak last night. More importantly, Nanke saw it very clearly that Chen Changsheng stood in the reeds and might jump into the lake at any time. In the seemingly clear and empty lake water, there was actually a dividing line, and the other end of the line was the grassland.

Nanke didn't want Chen Changsheng to feel that he had entered a dead end and jumped into the lake, because even she was afraid of the vast and mysterious grassland.

Chen Changsheng was a little surprised when he heard Nan Ke's words. Only then did he realize that the other party's purpose was not him, but of course he could not keep Xu Yourong and escape by himself. At this time, he did not know that the girl in white on his back was Xu Yourong, and he was not used to carrying many things on his back since childhood, just like Xu Yourong. He just promised her that he would not leave her behind.

"I can't do it." He looked at Nanke and said honestly, then looked at the other party's eyebrows and eyes, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Nanke's somewhat dull and indifferent eyes had a little puzzled. She didn't understand where Chen Changsheng's strange expression came from, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "You are sick."

Listening to this, Nanke's eyebrows suddenly raised, just like a big basket of pig grass that he had worked hard to cook in the mountains in the early morning and was snatched away by the drunkard next door. He was very angry and his voice suddenly became high: "You are sick, your whole family is sick, and everyone in the National Education College is sick."

The shouts of the little girl who was slightly childish but very cold and extremely angry were echoing around the quiet reed marsh.

The two maids remained silent, wondering why the master suddenly became so angry and why he reacted so much to Chen Changsheng's words.

Listening to the constant shouts of scolding from the shore, Chen Changsheng felt a little helpless and thought to himself that if it weren't for you, why would I say it?

However, anger and sensitivity mean that his judgment was true. Chen Changsheng suddenly thought that this matter could be used to exchange for the possibility of leaving. After Nanke's angry and sharp voice gradually became smaller, he said seriously: "I don't know if your spies in Kyoto have mastered the origin of my master. If you know, then you should understand that my medical skills are good."

Nanke's eyes were particularly cold. Looking at him was like looking at a dead person and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Chen Changsheng silently organized the words in his heart to ensure that the other party, as a demon, could understand them, and continued: "Your bloodline has problems. If you do not treat it as soon as possible, the soul in your body may backfire after the second awakening of your second life. Even if you can save your life, it may turn into dementia.

Nanke's face was a little pale. I don't know if it was the remnant of the battle last night or because of what he said, but her voice was still calm: "I don't know what you are talking about."

As His Royal Highness, the only disciple of the black robe, even if Zhou Yuan was destroyed in front of her, she probably wouldn't have changed her expression at all. But she was still young after all and thought she was hiding her true emotions very well, but she didn't know that Chen Changsheng, his maid and the old man who played the piano had all heard the problem.

If what Chen Changsheng said had no effect on her, how could she repeat the same words twice? His Royal Highness the Princess is sick? And it seems to be a very troublesome disease? The two maids' faces became extremely pale in an instant, thinking that if they knew this secret, what would happen? The old man who played the piano also became a little ugly.

(I said yesterday that today only has one chapter. Recently, there are some things at home and an important activity have been forced to be pushed, and there may be fewer updates. There are a few more important things that I want to report to you. First of all: it’s Banlan, not Banlan. I wrote everything in the previous chapters wrong. I did not pay attention to it when I wrote it. Thank you for your correction.

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