Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags

The desert is named "Tianhe", and it was the decisive battlefield of the fairy and demons war many years ago, and it was also the place where the entrance to the demons was located.

The dead air in the sky above the gully is condensed, and there are still evil methods and traps set by the demons, which are not suitable for flying. Therefore, the destination that the group of Yujian arrived at was a small town called "Pingchuan" in the south of the desert.

Although Pingchuan was built on an oasis, it was still full of yellow sand and sparse greenery. Even the leaves looked listless and curled up into a wrinkled ball.

The gray sky and the yellow air were connected into pieces. Ning Ning couldn't help coughing as soon as she jumped off the star-scarred sword.

"After so many years, Pingchuan Town hasn't changed at all."

Tian Xianzi raised his eyes and looked around, making no secret of sighing, and finally turned his head and looked at the white-clothed youth beside him: "Brother, are you sick?"

The man shook his head, and said softly, "No problem."

It is Wen Hemian.

At the beginning, the demons were retreating steadily, and the realm of comprehension suffered tragic casualties, and almost exhausted all the power of the major sects, and finally built the two-meter dust formation, which condensed into an enchantment at the end of the sky, blocking the two realms of humans and demons.

Due to the lack of talents, it is difficult for the monks to meet the vast spiritual power required by the formation, so when the formation is completed, they often use flesh and blood as a guide to fill the void of spiritual power.

Wen Hemian is also one of them.

He tried his best to cause the sea of ​​consciousness to collapse and muscles and veins to be destroyed. However, his cultivation was far beyond ordinary people. The last trace of spiritual vein was protected by the remaining sword energy, and he barely saved his life.

After waking up from the ghost gate and opening his eyes, there is already a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

He is one of the main forces and planners of the formation of the dust formation of the two instruments, knowing every layout of the formation, if you want to thoroughly investigate the faults of the formation, Wen Hemian is definitely the best choice.

In fact, to be honest, Tian Xianzi was always uncertain about whether he was willing to leave Qingxu Valley.

He knew that this brother was proud, had lost his self-cultivation, and had been closed in his own small world for many years.

This morning, he took his disciples, looking for him without much expectation. He didn't expect to see a white coat next to the stone tablet at the entrance before he set foot in Qingxu Valley.

——Wen Hemian stood erect in the shadow of the tree, staring down at a letter in his hand.

Hearing his footsteps, the young man raised his eyelashes slightly, and after a short period of hesitation and frustration, he curled a gentle curve from the corner of his lips: "Let's go."

What a weird thing.

The letter paper looked unremarkable, like a texture only used by young disciples, but Senior Brother Wen had almost cut off contact with the outside world and never received any talisman—

Who is this letter to him? Is it related to Brother Wen's agreement to go out of the valley?

Tian Xianzi wanted to break his head but couldn't think of any clues. Under full of doubts, he didn't realize that when he saw the letter, Ning Ning's expression became stiff.

That was exactly the letter she wrote to Wen Hemian last night, still anonymously as "the elder will be a little fan."

The two of them have always maintained a pen pal relationship. Last night, Wen Hemian suddenly sent a talisman with a very brief and concise content, asking her what kind of person he is in her heart.

Ningning thought about it for a long time, and returned a letter to him very seriously.

Therefore, when she went to see him in Qingxu Valley the next day, and saw the very familiar letter paper in Wen Hemian's hand, she subconsciously stunned.

Regardless of whether the letter played a little relief, in short, Wen Hemian finally agreed to leave Qingxu Valley and walk with them to the desert.

This is the best result.

"This place is really hot and stuffy."

After finally arriving in Pingchuan Town, He Zhizhou acted as a small fan with his hand and looked around: "Even outside is this kind of virtue, how hot it is in the desert."

"You have to be mentally prepared."

Tian Xianzi laughed and laughed: "There is an enchantment in Tianhe, and the devilish energy and death energy have not dissipated. In addition to the monsters that are most likely to hide in the dark, there are also many demon invaded by the devilish energy-more and more Go deep, the more uncomfortable you have."

Ningning curiously said: "Pingchuan Town is near the entrance of the Demon Realm, and it is extremely dangerous. According to common sense, the townspeople should have escaped a long time ago. Why are so many people still staying here today?"

"Yes."

He Zhizhou touched his chin: "If I changed to me, I would never stay here for a while."

Wen Hemian's long eyelashes trembled lightly, and he stopped talking, and his unspoken words all turned into a sigh.

"You think, the desert is yellow sand, the monsters are raging, can the big brother and sister who can live in this place be an ordinary person?"

Tian Xianzi said: "Of course not! This place is full of horse bandits and street gangs. They get angry and can fight against monsters!"

...Slash with the monsters.

Ning Ning started to imagine in a timely manner, and a group of shirtless uncles danced wildly with machetes in their hands, chasing the demon to the scene of crying.

Very magical realism, and very flat.

"The most important point," Tian Xianzi continued, "This was once the battlefield of the Fairy Demon War. Although many people were forced to retreat, it also attracted many people."

Lin Xun couldn't understand: "Now that the war between the immortals and demons is over, what are the plans of those who are drawn?"

He couldn't think of the cause and effect, but Ning Ning curled his eyebrows and answered, "Could it be because...those leftovers scattered on the battlefield?"

Tian Xianzi sighed, tacitly.

In the decisive battle that took place in Tianhe, both sides suffered countless deaths and injuries. No matter the magic repair or the decent monk, they left many magical tools and secrets, scattered in every corner of the desert.

If you can enter the desert and find one or two valuable things from it, the price you can sell the baby will be able to protect you forever.

"Yes, but this—"

Lin Xun's eyes widened and it was difficult to accept the logic: "All those killed in the desert are heroes who sacrificed their lives for slaying demons. By doing this, wouldn't they... steal the relics?"

No one responded.

Because this is indeed true.

The deceased monks dedicated their lives one after another. In the end, instead of being remembered and known by the world, the personal belongings left over became commodities that were scrambled.

It's really chilling.

"Little friends don't have to be sad."

Seeing him downcast, Wen Hemian calmly comforted: "Not all people in the world are like this. There are many people with good intentions."

"Brother still has this temperament."

Tian Xianzi laughed loudly and patted Xiao Bailong on the shoulder: "Your uncle is right, but the phrase'Human Heart Contests Monsters' is true. In the future, you still have to keep a little more distracted."

He paused, his smile turned away for the most part, and his speech was low: "The theft of relics is bad enough, right? You wouldn't have imagined that there were even more disgusting things that happened during the war."

Lin Xun opened his lips slightly and quietly listened to him to continue.

"Take an event that happened in the Tianhe Desert."

Tian Xianzi was very patient: "The group of monks who first entered the desert is not familiar with their lives, so they specially invited a few local townspeople as guides. Unexpectedly, the townspeople were all tempted by the demons, for a few gold and silver jewelry, Then they were brought into the encirclement and suppression of demons."

"That is the life of more than a dozen monks. For them, it is far inferior to the glory and wealth of their next life."

When Tian Xianzi said this, all the smiles in his eyes had disappeared, leaving a blank space in darkness: "You were born in the Dragon Palace, and have been dignified since childhood. You rarely come into contact with this kind of thing. You should remember the hearts of the people at all times. The belly, especially in this barren land—"

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed past him.

A little girl slammed into Lin Xun's side, hurriedly said "Sorry" and then turned and left. It came and went like a gust of wind, leaving no trace.

Tian Xianzi looked at each other with the silly little dragon among his apprentices.

Tian Xianzi: "Do you know what this situation is called now?"

Lin Xun replied in a daze: "That... the destined encounter between the hero and the heroine of the script, the unexpected encounter?"

Tian Xianzi:...

Tian Xianzi's expression was like a ghost, and he told him every word: "You, money, bag, nothing, anymore."

*

One, two, three, four...

The girl hiding in the shadows holding the shriveled gauze bag, frowned involuntarily as she counted.

That group of people looked extraordinary, and the purses they used were extremely luxurious. They were supposed to be high-level disciples of the cultivation sect, so why should they be so embarrassed.

This bag of stones is not enough to buy a shark gauze bag to hold them.

She concentrated on counting, and suddenly heard a slow sound from behind: "Oh, already counting?"

"Hmm."

She nodded obediently and realized that something was wrong before she turned around in a hurry, and she saw a face that seemed to be acquainted.

——The young man who had been talking to the owner of the purse with a smile before, leaned over to look at her with his hands on his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth ticked at the moment his eyes met: "After stealing the money, you should run far away. You just have to go after two corners. Hidden, isn't it waiting to be caught?"

He didn't speak any more, but he exuded unspeakable coercion from all over his body. It was extremely shallow and light. It should be deliberate restraint, but it still made her heart tremble.

Tian Xianzi glanced back and pulled Lin Xun forward.

"Here, this girl."

Lin Xun was yanked forward, even if he had the thought of running away or staying silent in his heart, but once he saw his stolen money bag, he felt pain in his heart.

Every time a Lingshi was taken away by her, one of the melons in his yard withered, and the heart was cut little by little with a knife. It seemed that the girl was not holding a money bag, but his life.

Between life and social terror, Lin Xun resolutely chose the former: "This, this is my wallet, can you return it... to me?"

The girl looked at him without a word.

For a moment, she felt that there was something wrong with this person's head.

Obviously he is the owner, why should he use such a polite tone when facing her thief.

Even in this town, the attitude of many people towards her is much better.

"What do you do so politely!"

He Zhizhou stepped forward and opened his legs. He wanted to make a fierce look, but seeing the girl's face with yellow and thin skin, his lips immediately softened: "Girl, it's not good to steal, if you can return the purse to the junior, We will definitely not pursue it."

His voice fell. He thought that the other party would return the purse obediently, but he didn't expect to hear the girl's sneer: "Looking at your appearance, are you also the monks who intend to enter Tianhe?"

She has a bad tone, presumably treating them as thieves.

Lin Xun hates such unrighteous behavior the most, and he would not be willing to be misunderstood.

I was about to explain, but I saw her with a heartless smile: "Seeing that your cultivation level should be good, why don't you take me? I have been in and out of Tianhe for many years, and in terms of qualifications, no one in the whole town is more familiar than me. ."

The girl looked young, but she was actually an old thief.

Little Bailong has experienced emotional ups and downs, and has a sad feeling of being played by fate. He opened his mouth and was speechless.

"My name is Lu Wanxing. Go to Pingchuan Town to find out. Anyone who doesn't know me."

She seemed to be trying to prove that she actually took out a storage bag from her arms, and then a golden light appeared, and a long sword appeared in her hand.

"Have you seen? I found this bag and this sword in the desert. They can definitely sell for a good price-I have more good things on my body. You will definitely not lose money if you bring me."

Although Wen Hemian has a memory of Tianhe, after all, it has been a long time, coupled with the unpredictable in the desert, if there is a guide, their journey will be much easier.

But it shouldn't be this girl of unknown origin.

What's more, from what she said, the girl had stolen the monk's relics for many years, and they were all cultivators, and they rejected this kind of ungrateful behavior.

Wen Hemian looked at the sword and said in a low voice: "This sword has overflowing aura, and there is still a gleam in the dust for many years. The owner should be a good man."

Tian Xianzi narrowed his eyebrows and looked at him sideways: "I think...this sword breath seems a bit familiar."

"good taste!"

Lu Wanxing squinted his eyes and smiled: "I have been in the desert since I was a child. I know the topography, climate change, and the presence of monsters. If you want to say who knows it best, I call it the second. No one dares to be the first. You might as well. Consider it?"

Ningning curiously asked, "There are a lot of monks coming and going here, why did you choose us?"

"I've been to both the middle circle and the outer circle of Tianhe, it's not interesting."

She put the purse in her hand and turned her eyes: "You seem to have a low level of cultivation, so you will definitely not be satisfied with the periphery of the desert, right? Follow you, you will definitely find more good things."

This girl would look at people and do business.

"Brother."

Tian Xianzi glanced at Wen Hemian: "What should I do?"

When Lu Wanxing heard the words, he raised his head and met the quiet gaze of the young man.

Among all the monks present, this person's eyes were the softest, and he should be the one with a soft heart.

She was ready to be accepted, but she didn't expect Wen Hemian to shook her head: "Girl, we didn't enter the desert to steal treasures."

Lu Wanxing looked startled.

The meaning of his words couldn't be more obvious, the Dao did not conspire, and they would not take her with him.

"No, you don't have to take the treasure! I will show you the way, how about you pay me?"

She seemed to be anxious: "I am in a hurry for money now. As long as I have wages, everything is easy to say!"

Lin Xun suddenly realized: "So the reason you stole my purse is because you are in a hurry to spend money?"

Lu Wanxing nodded desperately.

If she were calm and quiet, she would be a little bit strange now that she was in a hurry.

Moxiu hides in the dark, and all plans are still unclear. If such a girl with unknown purpose is added in the middle, it is likely to go wrong.

What's more... She insisted on going to Tianhe with them in spite of her safety, and this thoughtless thing seemed weird in itself.

Ningning originally thought Wen Hemian was a good talker.

However, he was silent for a moment, without a trace of hesitation, and finally shook his head.

*

Tianhe was separated from the town by some distance. After some discussion, everyone decided to hire a horse-drawn carriage to go to the desert.

There were so many of them that they exceeded the limit of a carriage, so they were divided into two, one in front and one in the back.

Ningning shared a car with Pei Ji and Lin Xun. The driver looked thirty or forty years old, with a thumb-like scar on the corner of his eye. He looked like a swordsman in a martial arts movie, with a somewhat rough and heroic feeling. .

Ningning was still thinking about Lu Wanxing's tricks, and after getting in the car, she said softly: "The handlebar style, we can go to the Tianhe Desert and send it to the entrance."

The coachman responded "Yes".

The amorous feelings in the desert are fierce, and the horse-drawn carriage is also full of vigor when it runs, and the speed is incredible.

Fearing that the car Tian Xianzi was in could not keep up, Ningning put his head out of the window and shouted in the wind, "The handlebar style, there is a car following us!"

Follow them?

She spoke very fast, and her voice was violently blown by the raging wind, making her even more eager and flustered. The man's eyes dazzled, and he looked back.

In the long yellow sand, there was really a carriage sneaking behind them, always keeping a short distance.

If it hadn’t been for the female guest’s reminder, he would never have been able to detect this tracking——

What a trick!

The **** nature of the man in the desert was suddenly excited at this moment, and the hand holding the rein trembled slightly, and he felt unprecedented excitement.

This, this is the legend...

Chase war!

Ningning thought, it must be her illusion.

Otherwise, when the coachman heard these words and answered "No problem," why did he let out a wicked, sulky laugh?

At the same time, the other side.

He Zhizhou originally followed after Ning Ning well, but now he looked to the window, but suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The carriage in front of me didn't know what the wind was, and suddenly it jumped up like a great god, while it rushed forward with a thunderous force...

One side began to twist like a snake like crazy!

This was a crazy position. He Zhizhou felt bad and hurriedly shouted: "Brother, hurry up, keep up with the car in front of you! Don't lose it!"

After listening to the driving young man, a cold light appeared in his muddy eyes.

No wonder that the car's forward posture was so abnormal, it turned out that someone was following it! Can he be thrown away? It is impossible! That's an insult to his skills over the years!

"rest assured."

He snapped his fingers as he spoke, and the corner of his mouth evoked a wicked sneer: "Leave everything to me."

The wind is dying, the desert reflects the setting sun.

The snake-shaped wagons changed from one to two, and smoke and dust were raised on the long road. The roar of the horse is mixed with the roar of the coachman, and the level of the race is outstanding, and the race is out of the atmosphere of the 86 famous mountain in the autumn of the year.

This is no longer a simple carriage ride, but a contest of honor between two men!

This is the Great Desert!

On the road, people leaned back and turned, and the residents of the town fled and screamed.

Someone inadvertently caught a glimpse of the window of the carriage behind, and was almost frightened.

Everyone in the car was so upset that they moved left and right, jumped up and down, and at first glance they could only see twisted hands, feet and heads.

The distorted face of a white-clothed young man slid across the window, his pupils were full of thirst for survival and tremors from the soul, his tongue and eyeballs were about to be thrown away!

He Zhizhou’s heart trembled with his voice, and he screamed frantically: "Big brother! Slow, slow, ah, ah, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose!"

The wind whizzed past, and all the words seemed so pale and vague, and the only one who finally reached the man's ear was the "slow" that was infinitely amplified by He Zhizhou and desperately shouted.

"Uh-!"

The man had already red eyes, seeing as he was thrown farther and farther, until this moment, he finally made the most heroic roar since today.

As a coachman, he will never allow anyone to say that he is slow!

Two horse-drawn carriages raced on the same platform, which was a whole stick of incense sooner than the expected time to arrive in the desert. I didn't know it, and thought they were recording the carriage version of "Boys and Girls Rushing Forward".

When finally getting out of the car tremblingly, Ning Ning came out of Pei Ji's arms with a lingering fear, glanced at the boundless yellow sand behind her in a daze, and couldn't hide the tremor in her voice: "Uncle, where is the carriage behind us?"

"rest assured."

The cold wind picked up the broken hair on the temples, and the hot sun outlined the man's angular face. He looked up at the horizon and slowly took a pipe.

In the misty white smoke that suddenly spread, his eyes were so long and far-reaching, and his low mute voice showed the style of the king: "But just a mere ant—"

The man said with a sneer: "It has been thrown away."

Ningning:? ? ?

Ningning:! ! !

——So you played "Infernal Affairs: The Situation of Comprehension" on your own, uncle!

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