Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 140 Escape

"Humph! A little trick!" The little saint snorted coldly, her white clothes fluttering, her soft body flew in mid-air, and after an arc, she folded her hands together, and a dark white flame ignited in her hands.

Seeing the huge monster rushing towards the stage, the little saint made a move with both hands, and two white flames slammed down towards the top of the Eastern Emperor's Tomb.

Bang bang bang!
The two balls of fire directly penetrated the Eastern Emperor's Tomb, like a sea of ​​meteors falling from the sky and falling towards the earth.

Rumble!
Sparks splashed in all directions, pieces of flaming rubble splashed everywhere, like a purgatory on earth, the flames soared into the sky, burning everything, and the surrounding instantly turned into a sea of ​​purgatory flames, with bright lights blooming like fireworks.

Duan Qi felt the light of the fire behind him gradually brighten, and immediately ran over, put his arms around Han Mengling's slender waist, and carried her directly on his shoulders.

"The myth of the Tianyuan Realm is really powerful, such a huge Eastern Emperor's Tomb can't kill her!"

Duan Qi secretly sighed, and at the same time, he also understood how important his own strength is in this world. If he reaches the realm of the little saint, he will not be afraid of landslides and landslides.

Thinking of this, his feet were a little bit on the ground, surrounded by a blue light circle under his feet, he leaped briskly, and quickly rushed to the sky.

But at this moment, the little saintess fired one fireball after another. In just a few seconds, she had recognized thousands of fireballs in a row, burning the ground completely, and the hot magma flowed rapidly on the ground, burning all the nearby buildings. stand up.

"Pfft!" Feeling the pressure from Laizhi's broken porcelain bowl, Duan Qi spat out a mouthful of blood, her body swayed, and she fell quickly, Han Mengling almost let go.

Fortunately, he stabilized his consciousness and held Han Mengling's waist tightly against his shoulders.

"The Eastern Emperor's Mausoleum is already in dilapidated condition. I'm afraid it will be reduced to ashes in a short time. Hurry up and escape from here!"

Carrying that soft delicate body, Duan Qi quickly flew towards the unknown distance, and at the same time recalled the broken porcelain bowl and the two pieces of soul into his Qi lake.

Duan Qi was relieved when he heard the voice in the distance gradually weakening. He carried Han Mengling to a vast grassland. fell to the ground.

Han Mengling also fell directly from her shoulders onto the soft lawn, unconscious.

"Hmm..." Duan Qi covered his mouth, and when he opened his hands, blood seeped from his fingers.

Excessive blood loss, coupled with the fact that his body has always been in a limit state, with only one lung and one hand that cannot move, it is already a mythical existence that he can persist until now.

Looking at Han Mengling's delicate face for the last time, she couldn't help but smile, and then passed out.

Butterflies flew by on the verdant grassland, and the butterflies lingered around the two of them.

As the breeze came, the phoenix-tailed butterfly stuck to the orange wild flowers, and the half-human tall grass bent slightly, caressing their cheeks gently, covering their bodies softly.

At night, the moon is hanging high, the starry sky is dotted, and insects are singing from the grass.

Squeak, squeak.

Han Mengling opened her eyes slightly, and felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. After touching it, she found that there was no scar, only the blood stained her hair. She held her head in her hands, trying to remember something, and then she heard a voice next to her. People are talking in their dreams.

"Shiji, don't die, don't die!"

"Father, where are you! It's been so hard for me to find you!"

Listening to the boy next to her talking in her sleep, Han Mengling couldn't help snickering. She reached out and pulled out a foxtail. After pulling out the leaves, only the hairy place remained.

"Hee hee, you still talk in your sleep, let's see what I can do to you!" Han Mengling covered her mouth, suppressed a smile, and secretly put the foxtail in her hand next to Duan Qi's nose, ready to watch Duan Qi sneeze look.

"Little Ling'er, you smell so good..."

"You!" Han Mengling, who was about to tease Duan Qi, stomped her feet and grabbed two or three handfuls of foxtails, "I don't know what you're thinking in your dreams. Anyway, it's not a good thing. I can't let you dream anymore!"

Bundle two or three bunches of foxtail into a ball: "This time, I will make you wake up with itching!"

With a handful of foxtails in each hand, they scratched Duan Qi's ears and nose respectively, in this way, he must be itchy enough to cry, haha!

"Sister, hurry up and wake up Xiao Ling'er. She was hit on the back of the head. Cooper is in my ring. She was injured to take me away. You must wake her up."

Han Mengling's hand stopped suddenly, feeling her nose was a little sore. After throwing away the foxtail, she rubbed her sore nose and said, "You still have a conscience!"

It was late at night, with gusts of cold wind blowing, Han Mengling hugged herself tightly, raised her head to look at the bleak moonlight, dazed.

"I'm sorry! At that time, I saw you rushing towards me with a ferocious face. I was scared, so I gave you a slap with all my strength. I didn't expect to beat you into such a miserable state."

"If it wasn't for my trouble, your friend Shiji would have been rescued!"

Han Mengling looked at the bright moon and murmured alone, the surrounding was quiet, and the only answer to her was the tireless chirping of insects.

"Actually, you don't have to treat me like that. I'm not very familiar with you, and I'm not yours. You risk your life to save me like this..."

"Actually, I was quite moved, but my sister told me that she said that Ling'er is very smart, and she will not be deceived by anyone in the future, but you must be careful of men, because men are all sweet talkers. When they treat you well, they They will be gentle and considerate, and when they abandon you one day, they will be cruel and ruthless, as ruthless as a cold-blooded killer."

"What about you? Are you a cold-blooded killer too?"

Han Mengling talked a lot by herself, and suddenly asked a question.

It's a pity that after waiting for a long time, no one answered her, and even the chirping of insects fell silent.

Turning his head and looking at Duan Qi's face, the corner of the young man's mouth curled into a faint smile, what is he smiling about?

"If you can still laugh, you'd better not cry!"

He is really optimistic, so optimistic that he is a little silly, and he is a little cute.

Han Mengling also laughed suddenly, twisted her body, and the bell on her body made a crisp sound, she quietly approached Duan Qi's face, and looked at the boy closely.

If you look closely, he's still pretty good-looking.

The conspicuous scar on the left face not only didn't make it ugly, but made the boy's cheek indescribably charming.

Han Mengling stretched out her slender jade hand, and her fingers gently slid across his left cheek, touching the scar on his cheek.

"Were you very naughty when you were a child, so you got this wound on your face?"

There was still no answer, just the boy's peaceful breathing.

(End of this chapter)