Men are inferior to women

Chapter 636 635. Am I the kind of person who treats people differently?

Fang Zhou grabbed Aya's shoulder and cast the spell in the Yin-Yang Book.

The figures of the two immediately became hazy and transparent, and finally disappeared.

This is a spell specially used to conceal one's whereabouts, even one's consciousness can be isolated.

After the two hid, not long after, a small black dot appeared in the sky in the distance, and it quickly enlarged.

Fang Zhou's consciousness enveloped a large space around him, and he had already perceived what this thing appeared—a gray ancient dragon.

This ancient dragon is not very huge, about ten meters in length, Fang Zhou judged by intuition that the strength of this dragon is about the innate level.

Aya also whispered: "This is the lowest-level gray dragon, and there is no threat."

There is no threat to Ark and Aya, but it is different to the tribes below, they can be called natural enemies.

The tribe keeps a vigilant bird in the air, which is now emitting a piercing screech.

Those who went out to gather and hunt fled back to the gathering point one after another, hiding in the burrows that had been dug long ago.

But the speed of the gray dragon was very fast, and before the humans could dodge all of them, it had already flown to the top of the head, opening its mouth to breathe out the dragon's breath.

The dragon's breath swept across, easily blowing down the stone house and killing the humans who had no time to escape.

The people below panicked and ran away screaming like ants.

With a cheerful attitude, the gray dragon slowly chased and killed these ants with its breath.

Of course, human beings are not without the power to fight back. As the leader, the witch priest stood up, held up the wooden staff with bones, and shot a black light at the gray dragon.

The gray dragon couldn't defend against being hit, and its scales were scorched black.

It let out an angry roar, and responded with dragon breath to the humans who dared to attack it.

The witch priest turned around and ran away. Although he looked very old, his movements were extremely agile, as fast as a cheetah, and he dodged the dragon's breath repeatedly.

But this kind of luck cannot last long, and will be killed sooner or later.

Aya has some urge to help, these people are also her ancestors, the starting point of this country.

If she is allowed to be slaughtered by the gray dragon, will her future country be born?

But now is before time, and any decision made will affect the future, so Aya did not dare to act rashly, and could only set her sights on the ark.

Fang Zhou smiled and said, "Don't worry, someone will take action."

As soon as the words fell, something happened next.

A ball flew out of the dense forest, hit the gray dragon, and immediately exploded, turning into white dust.

The gray dragon was very sensitive to these dusts, immediately sneezing non-stop, and even the flying movement began to shake.

A female mage leaped up from the dense forest to the crown of the tree, holding up the wooden staff in her hand.

The top of the stick condensed light, and a dazzling lightning shot forward, accurately hitting the gray dragon that was still shaking in the air.

The gray dragon was so shocked that it let out a scream, rolled and fell from the air, and crushed a large number of trees with a rumbling sound.

The female mage took advantage of the victory to pursue her. She performed the flying feather technique on herself, flew over the dense forest to the sky above the gray dragon, took out a parchment book from her pocket and spread it out, held up her wooden staff, and chanted loudly to the words on it.

Sensing the danger, the gray dragon got up from the ground enduring the pain, and opened its mouth to breathe out the dragon's breath at the female mage.

The female mage manipulated the Flying Feather Technique, dodged flexibly, and when the loud chanting ended, a thick thunder appeared in the air and bombarded the gray dragon.

The gray dragon screamed again. When the thunder light disappeared, a huge blood hole appeared on the gray dragon's body, and the wound was scorched black by the thunder light.

The whole dragon lay on the ground dying, already exhaling more air than inhaling.

The female mage let out a cheer, took out a small obsidian dagger from her pocket, and flew to the gray dragon.

Before she could move the knife, the dying gray dragon suddenly jumped up, opened its huge mouth and bit down on her.

The female mage was startled, and hurriedly backed away, but this was the last blow of the gray dragon, and the speed was so fast that the female mage couldn't dodge at all.

Seeing that the female mage was about to be buried in Longkou, a golden light suddenly flashed.

With a puff, the huge dragon head spun and flew out, and the long dragon neck showed a smooth section, spewing out a large amount of scalding dragon blood.

The female sorceress looked dazed, and was sprayed with dragon blood all over her head and face, turning into a bloody man all of a sudden.

Not far away, Aya looked at Fang Zhou strangely: "Aren't you afraid of affecting the history behind?"

The two came from the future, and if they messed up, it would definitely affect the subsequent history.

Fang Zhou shrugged: "The follow-up history is that this world is finished, and it's okay for us to be out of line."

Having said that, Fang Zhou didn't dare to really mess around, so he still explained the necessity of saving this female mage: "Look at the dress of this woman, it has obviously surpassed the era of tribalism, maybe it is the world's Top person, we can communicate with her to confirm where the fire of hope is."

Aya looked at him suspiciously: "Is it true that she was saved because she was a woman?"

Fang Zhou straightened his expression: "Am I the kind of person who treats people differently?"

Aya gave him a blank stare.

The bewildered female mage below finally came back to her senses.

She screamed loudly, but what she said was something neither Fang Zhou nor Aya could understand.

Over thousands of years, language has long since become unrecognizable.

However, judging from the female mage yelling at the dense forest, she should have discovered that someone secretly shot her to save her life.

Fang Zhou and Aya emerged from hiding, and the female mage couldn't help being stunned when she saw them.

There is no other reason. Whether it is temperament or clothing, Fang Zhou and Aya are not like people in this world.

The female mage stayed for a while and then croaked, still in an incomprehensible language.

Fang Zhou could only use soul dialogue to communicate with her, and the communication was successful, and the female mage's loud voice was transmitted to the bottom of his heart.

"Fire above, are you gods?"

"Why don't you speak? Do you need me to offer sacrifices to you?"

Fang Zhou waved his hand lightly, and the aura swept across the female mage like water, cleaning all the blood on her body.

The female mage looked at her changes in amazement: "What kind of spell is this? Is it a divine spell?"

Her appearance was also revealed, delicate and lovely, with a few freckles, wearing a dress made of animal fur, wrapping herself tightly.

But Fang Zhou's spiritual sense was pervasive, and he clearly felt that the female mage was naked except for this sweater.

Well, it seems that the level of civilization is not much higher than these tribal people.

"We are travelers from the South."

Fang Zhou spoke to her with a soul dialogue: "What is this place?"

The female mage didn't answer the question, and shouted in amazement: "What kind of magic is this? Can you communicate with me without opening your mouth?"

The female mage seemed very excited, jumping up and down, and accidentally had a good time.

(End of this chapter)