Those years when chickens fly and dogs jump

So, after hesitating for a moment, Ming Luo, who was at the end of his rope, had no choice but to stretch out one of his hands to the other party.

Although he didn't know who the other party was, he couldn't care less about it now, and if he went on like this, he would end up dead, so he might as well see what this person wanted to do.

Zhao Feisheng seized the opportunity, grabbed Ming Luo's arm in mid-air, and let Fenghuangqin temporarily paralyze the Yan Mo flower at the opponent's feet.

After a forceful effort, Ming Luo was pulled into the air by the opponent, and the demon flower that was entangled in the opponent's body was also pulled out of the deep soil by its roots.

The root system attached to the huge flower stem is more than ten meters long. There are countless slender and sharp flower vines and tentacles growing on it. Between the roots of the flowers and leaves stuck to the soil, a human head-shaped sarcoma hangs there with a ferocious face, red eyes. A cold light of incomparable hatred shot out from the eyes, and Ming Luo's body was dragged into the air...

"..." Zhao Feisheng just looked at that thing and turned his head away, because it was so ugly!

"..." Ming Luo's consciousness was a little drowsy, but he managed to stay awake. After getting rid of those monsters completely, Zhao Feisheng took him to a cave he had just discovered, and the two of them hid here together.

"What should we do next?" Zhao Feisheng stared at Ming Luo's blood-soaked legs, and the tentacle of the Yan Mo flower was still deeply embedded in the opponent's flesh. The scene was bloody and bloody. It's unbearable to look at.

"I have no choice but to dig it out," Little Phoenix said to him, "These stalks will go deep into his meridians along the blood vessels. If they completely parasitize him, then this kid will probably be useless."

"But..." Zhao Feisheng was still a little bit hesitant to let go, and beside him, the sarcoid-shaped head hanging from the flower was still laughing harshly at him, which made people shudder.

There was a soft "click", and Zhao Feisheng looked back, and found that Ming Luo took out a golden dagger from his arms at some point and threw it in front of him.

"Use it, help me dig out the roots of these flowers..."

Ming Luo's face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his body was so weak that he had no strength at all. He leaned against the wall and endured the severe pain in his body, and said to Zhao Feisheng.

"Is there no anesthetic, you will die from pain like this?" Zhao Feisheng worried, he saved the other party from those monsters with great difficulty, if he died like this, wouldn't his efforts just now be in vain up?

"No, let's do it." Ming Luo glanced at the "head" of Yan Mohua, who was still unwilling to give up, and said to Zhao Feisheng.

Zhao Feisheng had no choice but to pick up the dagger on the ground and meditate several times in his heart. Anyway, these people are amazing, even if their legs are broken, they can grow back within a month, just cut the flesh It's just digging the roots, it's not a big deal... Then he finally settled down, gently scratched Ming Luo's robe, and began to dig up those terrifying tentacles that had penetrated into the bone marrow on the opponent's thigh.

Yan Mohua has been immobilized by Fenghuangqin's power and unable to attack. In addition, Zhao Feisheng moved very quickly, and soon cleaned up all the flower vines wrapped around Mingluo's body, leaving only one push and lying on the black The bloody pit-shaped wounds looked particularly hideous and terrifying.

According to Ming Luo's instructions, Zhao Feisheng opened the opponent's universe bag, took out some wound medicine from it, carefully applied it on the opponent's wound, and fed some water to the young man.

The wounds on the opponent's body recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although the young man was still very weak, he recovered somewhat.

"Who are you?" Ming Luo sat there and adjusted his breath for a while, then opened his lacquered eyes and looked at the opposite Zhao Feisheng who was squatting on the ground, as if he was thinking about how to deal with the Yan Mohua. .

"Me? I just passed by here by chance," Zhao Feisheng turned his head when he heard the words, scratched his head and replied, "Then I was sucked in by the beam of light outside..."

"Name." Ming Luo frowned, slightly impatiently speaking.

"...Zhao Xian," Zhao Feisheng said casually, "I don't know who you are, my son?"

"Yingzhou Ming's family, Ming Luo." The black-robed young man replied expressionlessly, then turned his eyes to look at the Yan Mohua who was still dying and struggling in front of the other party, and said with disgust: "Why didn't you Did it kill?"

"I was planning to kill it," Zhao Feisheng replied, and then turned his head to look at the demon flower at his feet again, but after hesitating for a long time, he still didn't know how to do it, so he had to ask Ming Luo, "Do you know how to kill it?"

"..." Ming Luo frowned again, glanced at Zhao Feisheng and the demon flower, slowly raised his hand, and said to him, "Come and help me. "

Zhao Feisheng went over to help the boy up from the ground, and walked to the demon flower with a ferocious face staring at them fiercely.

Ming Luo half leaned on Zhao Feisheng's body, his other hand curled into a hook, a mass of red flames suddenly spread from the opponent's palm, wrapping the demon flower in front of him.

Yan Mohua's face twisted in the flames, and she screamed piercingly. After half an hour, the demon flower finally stopped screaming and was burned by the flames.

Ming Luo, who had spent a lot of mana, simply put all the weight of his body on Zhao Feisheng's body, and ordered the other party with a cold expression: "Help me to rest..."

"..." Zhao Feisheng helped the boy back to the place where he was sitting just now without any complaints, and let him rest with his eyes closed, while he went around to check the situation.

"Hmph, asking for trouble!" After the two walked out of the cave, Gouzi poked his head out of Zhao Feisheng's arms, and said unhappily.

This kind of rich young master is a virtue, they might as well kill each other and seize the treasure, at least they can make a lot of money!

"Anyway, it's all over, and Buddhists say that saving one's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda," Zhao Feisheng comforted the other party, "You still want to open some..."

What's the point of fighting like this all day long? Although this world seems to be like this, Zhao Feisheng, who has just arrived, still can't accept it.

When Zhao Feisheng turned around and returned to the cave, Ming Luo was still sitting there. The wounds on his body had basically scabbed over. Apart from his ugly complexion, he didn't look like he was seriously injured and dying just now.

Zhao Feisheng couldn't help feeling that the elixir here was quite powerful. Even if he was rejected by Han Jue in the future and planned to go home, he must hoard some more and take them back before leaving.

"How is the situation outside?"

"How is your injury?"

The words of the two resounded in the cave at the same time. After a pause, it was Zhao Feisheng who came back to his senses first and answered: "There are no monsters nearby, we can leave safely."

"..." Ming Luo slowly nodded to him upon hearing the words.

"Your wound..." Zhao Feisheng glanced at the wound on the other party's naked/exposed legs. Although the scar was still grim, it was no longer bleeding anyway, and there were some fresh pink flesh coming from the wound re-growth.

Zhao Feisheng remembered that when his arm was injured before, Han Tong had recommended to him many holy medicines for removing scars in the fairy world. After trying it out, he felt that the effect was really good. Ming Luo must have many such panacea, but it is not necessary. Worried about leaving scars on my body...

Zhao Feisheng was looking at it, when he heard the young man cough lightly at this moment, he raised his head with some doubts, but saw Ming Luoxiu frowned slightly, for some reason seemed to be a little depressed to cover the wound on his body, facing him Said: "...not bad."

"...Then shall we go on the road?" Zhao Feisheng was puzzled, but he still asked, he still had Han Jue in his heart, although the other party's cultivation should not worry him, but...

Looking at the miserable situation of a certain second young master of the Ming family in front of him, Zhao Feisheng felt that it might be okay for him to worry a little bit. After all, the young master's domineering and domineering look was still deep in his heart at that time, but it was just over How long, in the blink of an eye, it turned into this miserable appearance.

Ming Luo nodded when he heard the words, indicating that they should go on the road as soon as possible, and then habitually and as if it was a matter of course, he stretched out his jade hand to the opposite Zhao Feisheng: "Help me."

"..." Zhao Feisheng walked over as appointed, first helped the little ancestor to put on the new clothes he took out from the Qiankun bag, and then helped him carefully walk in front of his mount.

"What is this?"

The second young master of the famous family in the fairy world - the second young master of the Ming family looked at the ugly monster in front of him with distaste, and said critically.

"If you want to go by yourself, I have no problem..." Zhao Feisheng first climbed on the back of his own "Little Fly", and said to him.

If Ming Luo could control the sword now, he would swallow the scorched corpse of Yan Mohua just now!

"..." Ming Luo seemed a little sullen, but at the moment he couldn't get angry with Zhao Feisheng, after all, this guy had just saved his life, and his upbringing as a child of a noble family didn't allow him to do so.

The two stared at each other for a long time without giving in, Zhao Feisheng finally couldn't help but said: "Then what do you want?"

Why is this person so troublesome?No wonder people are so unpopular, even Wang Jinghua wants to run on the other party, "Little Fly" is obviously very cute!

"You can control some low-level monsters, right?" The handsome young man in a gorgeous black robe and a silver crown folded his arms and raised one eyebrow and said, "You don't have to quibble, I just discovered it..."

"..." Zhao Feisheng nodded silently. He didn't intend to quibble at first. Although he couldn't say that he owns the Phoenix Qin, this kind of thing will be discovered sooner or later. If Ming Luo thinks that he has such a The ability to communicate with monsters can save him some trouble.

"This one is too ugly, give me another good-looking one..." Ming Luo said concisely.

"...Aren't you joking?" Zhao Feisheng stared and said, just for this kind of thing, the other party wants him to go back to those monsters, just to get him a good-looking mount? !

"I didn't ask you to catch those monsters just now," Ming Luo said impatiently, "Aren't there ready-made ones in this forest?"