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Chapter 317 – Qualities of an Excellent Assassin (170)

Apart from this, Pan Yuezhu has no purpose, no matter whether these flowers are used as merchants, no matter whether these flowers are just for beauty or for other purposes, Pan Yuezhu has only one choice, which is to destroy these flowers, otherwise , Pan Yuezhu no longer believed that there would be any surprises for herself in this safe valley.

This Ping An Valley will only scare people, it will only bring people endless reversals, people will continue to hate this place, and people will continue to receive unexpected blows. In addition, this Ping An Valley will not give people other people's feelings.

Pan Yuezhu didn't have any expectations for this valley. No matter what is connected behind this valley, no matter whether the place connected by this valley is the place where Han Qingyang's treasure is really buried, Pan Yuezhu will never come here again, because this place is really It's just too disgusting.

Pan Yuezhu watched slowly that all the flowers in this area were burned up, and also slowly watched the fire become smaller, and slowly watched those combustible objects, all turned into ashes.

The direction of the wind is not blowing towards Pan Yuezhu, and Pan Yuezhu doesn't have any disgust in front of her, but when these flowers burn, the black smoke that ignites will continue to rise into the sky, as if gathering into dark clouds one after another Similarly, Pan Yuezhu looked up at the smoke, and silently curled the corners of her lips. If the fog in Ping'an Valley can become a little more ordinary, it would be pretty good.

The flower fields in the Ping'an Valley were burnt to the ground by Pan Yuezhu, and at this time a black cloud blew across the sky. The dark cloud looked very large and frightening, as if brought by the dark cloud. It was a heavy rainstorm.

Sure enough, it was a very heavy rain. Pan Yuezhu felt the raindrops patting on her body. It was like a feeling of soybeans falling from a high place and hitting her head. It hurt a little, but it didn't matter. Assassin martial arts to keep himself warm from the cold, and able to relieve the pressure of these soybean-sized raindrops can prevent these raindrops from hitting him, making noise and causing pain, Pan Yuezhu is still very good to himself.

Generally speaking, these martial arts are reluctant to be used by ordinary people, especially when they need to use internal energy to protect themselves. Most martial arts practitioners will not do this kind of thing. They have to save these internal energy until they really need to fight. To use it, instead of using his own inner strength just to block the rain at such a casual moment like Pan Yuezhu.

It rained for nearly two or three hours before it stopped slowly, and the last trace of sparks in this flower field disappeared with the rain. The flower field finally changed from the beautiful and fragrant a few hours ago to a Now it was a piece of ashes, Pan Yuezhu stood up, let go of all her internal strength, not driving her body, and then walked towards the flower field. Now there is a desolation in front of her eyes.

The scorched land, the flowers that no longer exist, all kinds of rhizomes that have not been completely burned, but have turned into black and gray flowers, Pan Yuezhu took two steps forward, looked at these things, and then looked at these roots, slowly Slowly sinking into the soil where they lay.

Pan Yuezhu slightly hooked the corners of her lips. Sure enough, it was not a flower field at all, but a real swamp. These flowers were not real flowers, but just an attractive flower that grew on the swamp. As long as Pan Yuezhu took a step forward, he would fall directly into the swamp.

As long as Pan Yuezhu didn't hold back the beauty and fragrance of this flower field, but rushed directly into the flower field to enjoy this moment of joy.Pan Yuezhu probably has been unable to get out for a long time. After all, the swamp under the flower field here is not an ordinary swamp. Flowers can grow on this swamp, and they also grow on the swamp. This is enough. It proves that this swamp is very targeted and has been settled here for many years.

Now the flowers growing on the swamp have been burned to death, and are no longer in the swamp, so the flowers that have naturally lost their vitality, their rhizomes are no longer supported by the swamp, and they are given by the swamp. It was sucked into the ground, slowly sank into the swamp, and became the fertilizer that nourished the swamp.

Pan Yuezhu looked at the swamp in front of him, at the burned flower field, and at another section of the swamp. This swamp seemed to be quite long, but he should be able to get through it if he used Qinggong. After all, this swamp was After the flowers on the swamp were burned, Pan Yuezhu was able to see what was on the other side of the flowers.

The other side of the flowers seems to be an uphill slope, and the land looks yellow. It should be a piece of yellow land, and it should not be a swamp. Since it can be seen with eyes, Pan Yuezhu is confident that he can go there.

But now Pan Yuezhu wants to restore her internal energy, because when she used her internal energy to protect herself from the rain just now, Pan Yuezhu consumed a lot, so now she makes up for what was consumed, Pan Yuezhu sat down where she was, and began to meditate Recovering her physical strength, the quiet author didn't move at all. Two hours later, it was completely dark, and Pan Yuezhu slowly opened her eyes.

Now Pan Yuezhu finally recovered, but it was already dark. Since it was dark, it was naturally difficult to hurry.That night, Pan Yuezhu sat in front of the black wall, facing the burnt flower fields and the slowly revealing dangerous swamp, and slept soundly here all night.

This flower field is not in any danger, Pan Yuezhu is sure, and there are no living things nearby. The reason why Pan Yuezhu can do this must be because it is really a very large swamp, and the suction of the swamp is stronger than that of Pan Yuezhu before. The swampy land experienced in the first half of Ping'an Valley was even more severe.

If any creatures come here, unless the creatures are born in the swamp, otherwise those creatures will definitely not come here. After all, the swamp is not an ordinary place. May come.

Leaning against the black-gray wall, Pan Yuezhu first ate a piece of pastry, this time it was well wrapped in tin foil, Pan Yuezhu didn't feel that the pastry was damp, and it tasted good.

After eating the cakes, Pan Yuezhu leaned against the wall, and slowly closed her eyes. Pan Yuezhu should take a good rest this night, and then go on the road tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)