Chapter 287 Go crazy

"What!" Xiaohui Hua's face turned pale and suddenly didn't know what to do. "I'm fine just now. How can I suddenly go crazy?"

Li He was also very confused, "Senior Zhao's cultivation is so profound that it is really impossible to guess, but the situation should definitely go crazy."

Xiaohui asked anxiously, "Ege Li, what should I do?"

"Master, we can't get close at this moment. Even if there is a way to implement it, let's wait and see what happens."

Xiaohui could only nod helplessly and stared at Zhao Haoran without blinking, as if she wanted to see some changes.

But what disappointed her, whether it was his expression or his body, Zhao Haoran remained motionless and closed his eyes, as if he were thinking about something.

Going into the devil is much more terrible than injury. Zhao Haoran is determined and does not know his own heart when practicing. It is difficult to encounter such a thing, but once it happens, it is much more serious than ordinary souls.

The meridians are dislocation, the power of the semi-divine power flows everywhere, and the nearby protective knowledge instinct is naturally formed by the unwillingness to be disturbed by the outside world. Even the three-day soul is difficult to break through.

One day and one night passed, and two days and two nights passed, Zhao Haoran was still the same, but the black hair on his head began to gradually turn white, more and more. Xiaohui could only be anxious, and tears fell down. It seems that what Elder Li said was true, otherwise there would not have been such a vision.

Knowing that on the third day, Zhao Haoran's black hair completely turned pure white, and a tired look appeared on his face. He slowly opened his eyes, but it seemed that he had lost his former brilliance and was extremely lonely.

"Brother Zhao, how do you feel when you wake up? What's wrong? I still have elixir here, which may be useful." Xiaohui's voice came to his ears, and Zhao Haoran looked up.

reluctantly smiled, "It doesn't matter. I've suffered a minor injury. Find me a quieter place. I need healing."

"Okay, come with me." Xiaohui took Zhao Haoran into the Flying Crane School, turned a few corners, and a cave appeared in front of him.

Xiaohui's worries in her eyebrows did not diminish at all. She could feel that there seemed to be something wrong with Zhao Haoran, but she didn't know how to ask, "Brother Zhao, you can rest assured inside."

Zhao Haoran couldn't speak. He plunged in with his head. The cave was tightly closed. Xiaohui bit her lips, sat cross-legged not far from the cave, and began to meditate and practice.

The past scene flashed in front of us.

"The soul-eating beast, you are naughty again. Be obedient. My sister will give you candy."

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"I admit defeat." Haiya looked at Zhao Haoran's body and left in anger.

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"No, let's go together." In the Broken Soul Mountains, Haiya dragged Zhao Haoran and was never willing to let him take risks alone.

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"Live well, or I can't spare you." Haiya was seriously injured and still tried her best to speak.

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The tears in the corners of his eyes unconsciously blurred his vision. For so many years, no matter how strong his opponent he met and suffered multiple injuries, Zhao Haoran could grit his teeth and persist, but at this moment, the three-day soul can still not stop the tears.

Sister Hai, why on earth!

The invitation says: Lanhai Zong Haiya and Wudang Zhang Fengnian got married on XX, XX. Please come in person.

The names of Hai Fengtao and ruthless superiors are written below. Zhao Haoran naturally recognizes that Haiya is still alive.

But what he can't accept is that Haiya wants to become a double partner with Zhang Fengnian. Is it possible that everything before is fake? So what have you been insisting on for the past hundred years?

Zhao Haoran's mind was severely damaged and suddenly went crazy. Now his hair is all white, and the meridians in his body are much more terrible than when he was seriously injured.

confused the original track, but with the support of the strong body, Zhao Haoran can persist until now.

Dayan's burning of fire is slowly repaired, but it is far away. It is extremely terrible for any soul. If it is light, it will be greatly damaged, and if it is serious, there will be no cultivation.

The belief collapsed in an instant. Where to go? Zhao Haoran was like a child who couldn't find his way home and was at a loss.

Zhao Haoran shook his head, that's all. Well, a disciple of the Wudang School is much better than this person abandoned by Lanhaizong. As long as she is happy, everything is fine. XX day of XX is about the day after tomorrow. I have been wishing to see her for so many years.

Flying Crane School, Zhao Haoran really didn't want to stay. With a teleportation, it disappeared without a trace. Although Xiaohui's cultivation is not high, Zhao Haoran is now gone crazy and his cultivation has fallen greatly. In addition, he did not deliberately hide it. Xiaohui noticed it when he left.

Gently opened the door and looked at the empty room. Xiaohui sighed and couldn't help crying. Since she chose him, she had to be psychologically prepared. It was not the first time for her to say goodbye. One day, her cultivation would catch up with him and not become his stumbling block.

In a daze, Zhao Haoran came to a small town, sat in the inn, ordered the most expensive wine, drank alone, one pot after another. Zhao Haoran deliberately restrained his cultivation, but his strong cultivation was not enough to get drunk.

Two days later, everyone knew that there was a strange man in the inn who kept drinking, but it seemed that he would never get drunk. It was amazing. His pure white hair became the best mark. For many days, Zhao Haoran had not cleaned up. He looked like a middle-aged man in his 30 years old with long hair covering his face, making it impossible for people to see him. The appearance.

"This guest, I don't know if I can pay the bill first?" The owner of the inn finally asked, but he didn't expect that the man had been drinking, but he had never heard about the money, which made him a little worried.

"Money? I didn't." After drinking for three days, Zhao Haoran's consciousness was a little blurred, drunken, and the innkeeper in front of him was swaying.

This feeling is very good.

"What? If you don't have money, come and call me. You actually come to me to eat a bully meal, and you don't see who opened the shop.

Hu Lala surrounded a group of people, holding stick chairs in their hands, and smashing Zhao Haoran's head overwhelmingly.

Zhao Haoran hugged his head, as if he were an ordinary person, silently suffering a vicious beating.

"What are you doing? In the light of the day, you Wang Laoer, you don't want to open this inn, do you?"

"Mr. Zhong, you misunderstood," the innkeeper looked bitterly. He knew that the old man could not afford to provoke him at all. "This man came to me for a bully meal and drank wine for three days and nights, but he didn't give me a penny, so..."

"Okay, don't hit him. I'll pay his account. If something happens in the future, you have to discuss it. You can't hit people at any time." Mr. Zhong's voice is very strong.

"Yes, yes, you are always right." The innkeeper smiled and only had someone to pay the bill. What are you afraid of? As for the second half of what Mr. Zhong said, he didn't hear it at all. I'm afraid it will be like this the next time you encounter such a thing.

"Help people over and go out. Who can't encounter something? They all rely on mutual help."

"Yes, what Mr. Zhong said is reasonable."

"Mr. Zhong is the most righteous. It's his blessing to let Mr. Zhong meet him."

People in the inn are talking about it.

Mr. Zhong frowned. How much wine did the man drink? No wonder the boss was so angry. The nearby was full of large and small barrels, and the number could not be estimated. The man was even more drunk and smelled very bad.

"Friend, if you encounter any difficulties, tell me that maybe I can help a group."

Zhao Haoran reluctantly raised his head and looked indifferent. He didn't look like a person who had just been beaten.

Mr. Zhong's heart trembled. This face seemed to be a little familiar. He thought about it carefully and exclaimed, "Zhao... Brother Zhao.

Big brother... The guests in the inn were stunned when they heard the words. No matter how he looked at Zhao Haoran's appearance, he was only 30 years old. How could it be the eldest brother of Mr. Zhong? Mr. Zhong can be regarded as a long-lived figure in Nanli City. At the age of more than 100, a big brother appeared. How can he not be suspicious?

It seemed that he realized that something was wrong. Mr. Zhong didn't know what to explain in a low voice, so he hurriedly left the inn with Zhao Haoran.

(The new year is about to begin. Thank you to my friends who have spent more than half a year with me. Happy New Year's Day!)