Chapter 411 Prohibition
The thunder flashed, and the downpour fell without warning.
The little beggar did not hesitate. He took off his clothes and wrapped them all around the women in clothes. In the dark night, the desolate place was frightening.
The looming temple in the distance has become the brightest light in their hearts.
Although it leaks and lights the fuel light, it is still a good place to shelter from the wind and rain, and the scars covered by the clothes leaked out.
The ferocious like ugly reptiles, covered her whole body. The woman in clothes looked at it in astonishment and didn't say anything for a long time.
The little beggar smiled faintly and did not hide it. From the day he met her, he said.
After hearing this, the woman Qiuyi looked at the thin figure in front of her with a complicated look and didn't know what she was thinking.
The little beggar was sad and still smiled reluctantly. If he wanted to go back, he would immediately fold down and believe that the richest man in the small city would not blame his daughter too much. After all, nothing happened between them.
That's the goddess in my mind, and the little beggar can't bear to blasade.
The girl in Qiuyi was moved. She remembered her past life, turned around, nodded, and burst into tears. It was either regret or regret. The little beggar couldn't figure it out.
The humble life has its own arrogance, and the little beggar fiddles with some damp branches, hoping that the night will grow longer.
In a short time, the blazing light lit up the sky and completely woke up the little beggar's dream.
Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't do it.
Mr. Huafu caught up with a group of bodyguards, and the small temple was soon surrounded by torches.
A flower in front of his eyes, the little beggar felt that he could not move. Two burly men held him up and were sore all over.
The woman in Qiu trembled timidly, secretly glanced at the trapped beggar, and withdrew her sight. She was no longer willing to have anything to do with him.
"B bitch!"
The prince in gorgeous clothes was so angry that he saw the clothes on the woman in Qiuyi and slapped him fiercely.
His smile was more terrible than the scar on the little beggar's body. The gorgeous man pulled off his coat, the purple veil was still wet, and the woman in clothes trembled.
"B bitch!"
Another angry shout, the prince of Huafu tore open the purple veil, and most of his tender white skin was exposed.
The little beggar pedaled hard and tried to resist, but the two strong men pressed him so that he could not move at all. He was unwilling. He roared, and the blue veins on his neck burst out, using all his strength. He could only watch the invasion of Huafu step by step.
The hysterical shouts were drowned by the wind and rain. Looking at the dyed purple yarn, the gorgeous man was stunned and slapped him in the face again.
The woman in Qiu can only whimper in a cowardly voice.
made a wink, and a group of wolf-like bodyguards poured in outside, and the prince Huafu just smiled evilly.
"No, please!"
The little beggar kowtowed and knelt down for the first time, with his head hanging weakly. His unwillingness was just helpless.
The woman in Qiuyi looked at the prince in prayer, but then he turned a deaf ear and raised his hand, and the slightly burning firelight was extinguished.
Before dawn, the prince of Huafu left the little beggar and the woman in Qiuyi and drifted away.
A pair of hollow eyes looked at the smiling statue in the middle of the temple, and the breath became weaker and weaker.
"You will be fine, you will be fine."
The little beggar had no strength, gritted his teeth and picked up the woman in coat on his back.
Without a few steps, his arms shrugged down. The little beggar looked at the clear sky and didn't expect that the rising sun would be so dazzling.
I have many dreams, and every dream has you.
The little beggar was desperate. He stood in a daze, and Zhao Haoran also looked at it.
Is this fate?
No, no, my life is up to me. What a bullshit world is nothing more powerful than cultivation. Zhao Haoran's eyes are burning with flames.
At this moment, the little beggar suddenly felt full of strength. He gently put down the woman in clothes and put on a complete dress.
Returning to the small temple and raising his hand, everything turned into nothing, including the little beggar's dream.
From this moment on, he is no longer a little beggar, but Zhao Haoran, a soul person who resists the rules and goes against the sky.
The pursuit of strength is not the end, but on the way forward, it has become a process that must be experienced. Zhao Haoran was silent for a long time, did not speak, followed the breath, and soon found the mansion of the prince of Huafu.
The magistrate is scolding his son. How could he find such a **, slutty woman?
Suddenly, Zhao Haoran flashed in front of his eyes, and the prince of Huafu was stunned, "Come on, grab him."
Zhao Haoran smiled coldly, and the hot summer made Mr. Huafu tremble with cold. Without casting soul skills, he grabbed a knife in the bodyguard's hand.
Those so-called martial arts master can't hurt Zhao Haoran even if they try their best.
Mr. Huafu was afraid. His face turned pale and he didn't understand why a little beggar became so powerful. Was he dreaming?
Zhao Haoran walked slowly, and each step made Mr. Huafu's heart beat a little faster. He almost jumped out of his throat. The guard in front of him raised his hand and flew to the side. Mr. Huafu, who had lost his servant, felt so helpless.
The woman's eyes flashed, Zhao Haoran's murder rolled in, and water appeared on the trousers of the prince of Huafu.
He fainted in fear. Zhao Haoran did not intend to let him go so easily. His soul power made him excited and woke up.
With a knife, a wound appeared on Mr. Huafu's leg, but there was not a drop of blood. He shouted in pain.
Zhao Haoran ignored it. In a quarter of an hour, Mr. Huafu's body was full of wounds, but he was still awake and alive. He couldn't wait to ask someone to kill him, and he was deprived of his ability to commit suicide.
The surrounding guards fled one after another. This man is a murderer.
Although no one has died, they have determined that Zhao Haoran is a murderer.
Mr. Huafu suffered pain for three days and nights before he died slowly. In the past few days, he has tasted all the pain that ordinary people can't bear in his life. Zhao Haoran never thought he was a good man.
returned to the small temple and stood on the open space. The little beggar fell quietly with a smile on his face, as if he had dreamed something.
Zhao Haoran looked at the old man in front of him, the soul saint, is really too powerful!
Yang Ding was quite surprised that there was still no way to destroy Zhao Haoran through the repeated life-and-death experience, a small miracle.
The green clothes seemed to see something, "Dad, don't allow you to hurt him. He is my friend."
"Friend?" Yang Ding turned his head and took a look. His green clothes blushed. He should be regarded as a friend.
The previous momentum was completely taken back in an instant. Yang Ding looked at Zhao Haoran and said, "Take care of yourself."
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared with his green clothes, as if he had never appeared before. Zhao Haoran's body was frozen in place and could not move for a long time.
After transcending the soul saint who refined his soul into beads, Zhao Haoran felt his great pressure for the first time.
Are you leaving like this?
Ye Wen couldn't figure it out, but he didn't dare to ask. Although he belonged to Van Solomon, there was not much intersection between him and Yang Ding. The strong soul saint has never seen people easily. Ye Wen also saw Yang Ding for the first time.
The ancient gods and demons are still a ban on the Yellow Desert Star Domain.
I don't know when anyone has ever seen ancient gods and demons, but they know that ancient gods and demons are the enemies of all souls. If they encounter any soul with the breath of ancient gods and demons, they will kill them unconditionally!
You don't need any reason. After killing, you can go to Huangfu's house to receive a generous reward.
In 100,000 years, I have only heard of the traces of ancient gods and demons once. Zhao Haoran is the second one!
"Master Flowerless, Jiang Fei, the three of us cooperated and killed it." Ye Wen's favorite thing is to win over the alliance, which can minimize the risk. As for the harvest, that's what happens later.
The couple in white gradually approached, and Zhao Haoran became alert and smelled dangerous all over his body.
The man in white smiled softly, "Don't get me wrong, little brother, I just want a drop of phoenix blood. Tell me a condition and we can exchange it."
Brother Hui is not a good person who wants to barter things, but Zhao Haoran's strength makes him afraid. Huayuan's cultivation does not explain all the problems.