Exiled Huajiao

Chapter 3 My Dad Won't Cry

Do not go out in the morning, and travel thousands of miles in the sunset.

In the distance, in the fiery red sky, there was an unusual faint thunder, like the low roar of a wild animal.

Hang Erlang is Hu Zhao with a crooked body, and the machete on his shoulder looks like a half fan of pork.

He heard thunder and dug his ears impatiently.

"Little brother, aren't you deaf, didn't you hear Lao Tzu asking you to put that chick down?"

"I'm not deaf."

Yuan Jun replied truthfully.

Who the hell cares about whether you are deaf, Hu Zhao cursed in his heart.

His patience, which was as small as an ant's guts, was exhausted in an instant. He shook the machete on his shoulder and "spit" on the ground.

It doesn't matter if the kid in front of him is really dumb, or he's just pretending to be stupid.

With one stab, let him pretend to be a fool in front of Master Yan.

Hu Zhao of Da Ma Jin Dao was about to take a step, when the big head of the demon hunter suddenly approached him, startling him.

"What the hell are you doing, scare me."

After the big head apologized, he reported Yuanjun's identity: "Deputy suzerain, this kid is Yuan Chenyi's son."

Hearing this, Hu Zhao looked Yuan Jun up and down again: "Hehe, the young suzerain of Baiyu City, I really didn't see it."

Then he curled his lips: "So what! I only recognize monsters but not people."

Da Tou hurriedly took two steps closer to Hu Zhao and lowered his voice, but Hu Zhao slapped Dou Da hard on the head.

"If you fart louder, you are afraid of a ball. Also, your mouth is smelly, stay away from me."

Datou took two steps back resentfully, Yan Yuan and Shen Yi had deep roots and were not to be trifled with, and he loved the only son very much, reminding Hu Zhao to be gentle and don't kill him.

On weekdays, Hu Zhao, who loves to stir up trouble, laughed mockingly, and turned up the volume: "The boy surnamed Yuan, I was beaten to tears by the old man in a while, you can go back and complain to your old man, and the old man will wait for you two in Qingyang City to settle the score Revenge. However, if your old man will also be beaten and cry, then he will have to cry on your grandfather's grave."

Hu Zhao, who was laughing wildly, seemed to have trampled Yuan Jun under his feet with pride.

Yuan Jun stood quietly, and replied flatly: "My father doesn't know how to cry."

Yuan Chenyi has the cunning of an old fox, and the ruthless temperament of a wolf.

Yuan Jun had never seen his father cry, and seldom saw him smile.

His father is like a mountain on the Kunlun Ruins, cold, hard and unshakable.

"Also, my grandfather is still alive."

Who the hell cares if your father cries or not, whether your grandpa is dead or not!

Finally, Hu Zhao, who couldn't stand it any longer, spat hard on the ground again, and with the machete on his shoulder, he swayed and approached Yuanjun step by step.

He smiled ferociously, his eyes were full of contempt, and he didn't take Yuan Jun into his eyes at all.

"Just to remind you, I don't pay for the medicine when I'm injured."

Yuan Jun spoke very sincerely, and to Hu Zhao's ears, it was a naked provocation.

Sensing Hu Zhao's murderous aura, Bai Xi raised her eyes slightly and moved her fingers.

This is an opportunity!
"You have to be obedient and don't move around."

Yuan Jun spoke softly as if coaxing a child. Bai Xi, who was waiting for an opportunity, didn't realize that Yuan Jun was talking to him. Before he could recover, Yuan Jun suddenly let go of his left hand. , subconsciously hooked his arms around Yuanjun's neck.

"Don't let go."

How could she let go, it would only get tighter and tighter.

Yuan Jun's free left hand quickly made a seal, his arm trembled, and the palm of his hand suddenly pushed forward.

There was a gust of wind and murderous aura, and the icy cold energy seemed to come from the extreme northern ice field.

The fast-paced Hu Zhao bumped into the ice-cold true energy, let out a muffled grunt, and flew backwards, his clothes were torn apart layer by layer, and frost blossoms formed, and he fell tens of meters away, " "Wow" and vomited a big mouthful of blood.

None of the demon hunters of Qingyang City who followed Hu Zhao was spared, they were all blown away by the icy cold energy and fell to the ground.

With a top-heavy big head, unlucky enough to smash two front teeth, bleeding from his mouth, he cursed secretly for not reading the almanac when he went out.

Bai Xi, who was on Yuanjun's back, felt the cold encroaching on his body, like falling into an ice abyss, and his body couldn't help shivering.

She was slightly startled, she never thought that this young demon hunter would have such strong inner strength.

And his kung fu is very weird, the true energy is actually attached to the frost.

The demon hunters of Qingyang City never thought that the weak young men could be so powerful. Seeing that the momentum was not good, each of them held their breath like the timid hunter who ran into a black bear, lying motionless on the ground and pretending to be dead.

Fighting is not good, in terms of playing dead, they are No. 1 in the industry!
Only Hu Zhao stood up staggeringly with courage, "spit" the blood in his mouth, picked up the machete on the ground, swung it round, and threw it out.

With a sound of "Dang", a machete with a curved silver moon was drawn in the air, cut through the hem of Yuan Jun's clothes, and stabbed it in front of his feet.

Do you use a machete as a dart if you don't dare to attack close?
It's still on point.

Bai Xi, who was waiting to reap the benefits of being a fisherman, watched coldly and secretly scolded Hu Zhao for being useless.

Yuan Jun and Hu Zhao stared at each other in the uneven forest path, swords drawn.

After a while, Bai Xi, who was sitting on the mountain watching the tiger's fight, did not wait for Hu Zhao's approach, nor did he wait for Yuan Jun to make a move.

Suddenly, without warning, Yuan Jun fell to the ground without making a sound.

Bai Xi, who was caught off guard, was thrown with gold stars in his eyes, while Hu Zhao in the distance let out a burst of laughter, scolding Yuan Jun for his bluff, for being a paper tiger who can only bluff people.

Because he laughed too hard, he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.

Bai Xi, who got up from the ground, stretched out his hand to pull out the hem of the skirt that was pressed down by Yuan Jun, and accidentally swept across his wrist, his fingertips felt like a needle prick.

This young demon hunter is very strange, his body is cold like needles, and his muscles and bones are broken and then healed. If the internal force is used too much, the meridians can't bear it, and he will be unconscious at the slightest, and will explode to death at the worst.

For some reason, Bai Xi suddenly remembered that three years ago, in order to save the old valley owner who was burned by the demon talisman of Sanqing Town, she went to the extreme northern ice field to pick "ice crystal snow lotus", and almost fell into the ice abyss, but fortunately a black shadow flew and died. help each other.

At that time, the incident happened suddenly, and I couldn't see the face of the savior clearly, and I didn't know whether it was a man or a woman, a human or a demon.

That person, instead of her, fell into the ice abyss and was buried in that icy and extremely cold place.

She or he, with the soul wandering there, must be very cold and lonely!
"Little beauty, the fool is down, you belong to me."

The grinning Hu Zhao wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his footsteps were staggering, showing that he was seriously injured.

Bai Xi, who was sitting on the ground, looked at Hu Zhao approaching coldly and quietly, without any change in his expression.

Hu Zhaoxing approached the machete stuck in the ground, kicked Yuan Jun who was lying on the ground, and cursed: "You can't control yourself."

"Little beauty, I like the look in your eyes. Don't blink, I will take you away after I chop off the head of this silly boy."

Hu Zhao looked like a cat playing with a mouse, while slowly pressing down on the machete on Yuanjun's neck, while leaning forward, Bai Xi's cold and beautiful appearance was enlarged little by little in his pupils.

With a sound of "poof", the blood flowers flew around like the wind hitting the plum blossoms.

Hu Zhao, who was blown away by the snow-white evil spirit, widened his eyes in disbelief, and fell into the distance.

Wisps of pure white evil spirit dissipated in Bai Xi's palm, and she stood up slowly.

"I don't care if you kill him or not. But you can't take me away. And."

The corner of her mouth slightly raised: "You who come here following the evil spirit know that I released the evil spirit on purpose."

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(End of this chapter)