wicked immortal

Lan Xin has always been a little arrogant, looking down on Zhao Yuan with a condescending attitude. She always thinks that Zhao Yuan is just an ordinary figure in the world.

"Yes. By the way, are you also a Wuwu?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"How do you know?"

"It's very clear in the secret book that you must have a Wu Wu to practice the skill of shooting arrows."

"Hmph, ask again when you know. By the way, have you really learned the art of shooting arrows?" Lan Xin asked curiously.

"Although I am not a Wu Wu, but the skill of shooting arrows is just small and exquisite."

"Just blow it!" Lan Xin sarcastically said.

"Okay, hold tight, we're leaving..."

Before Zhao Yuan finished speaking, the man rushed out like an arrow leaving the string.

"what……"

Lan Xin was caught off guard and let out a scream.

The oncoming gust of wind seemed to be cutting like a knife. Lan Xin squinted her eyes half-closed by the strong wind, and looked at the huge sand dunes being left behind one by one with horror. She never thought that human beings could reach such a terrifying speed , It is no exaggeration to describe it as fast and lightning.

The desert is scorching hot. At a glance, the yellow sand is still yellow sand. Occasionally, there will be a weed or a cactus.

Zhao Yuan was like an indefatigable machine, running at full speed.

In less than half an hour, Lan Xin lost the initial shock and novelty, because her wound was extremely painful due to the violent bumps, she gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and her injured arm became more and more weak up.

Lan Xin didn't dare to speak out, because this was her own choice.

……

Finally, Lan Xin's pain ended, because Zhao Yuan, who had run for more than a hundred miles, stopped to rest.

However, the rest was too short, so Lan Xin breathed a sigh of relief. After taking a sip of water, Zhao Yuan stood up, walked to her and squatted down.

"I... hug me..." Lan Xin said in awe.

"Are you sure?" Zhao Yuan looked at Lan Xin strangely.

"Sure!"

"You are not afraid that I will lighten you."

"Can't you hold it back?" Lan Xin couldn't bear it anymore, she stared at Zhao Yuan and growled loudly.

"This... I'm not Liu Xiahui, a beautiful woman can still sit still... Well, I will bear it, don't blame me if I can't help it, hahaha..." Zhao Yuan bent over Picking up Lan Xin's slender and clean legs, "Hey, your legs are long and your feet are long, but they are not heavy."

"Long legs and long feet, let's go!" Lan Xinyu's face was red, and she felt that Zhao Yuan's hand on her waist touched her sensitive parts.

"Not bad, it's a worthwhile trip to be able to hold such a beautiful woman from another land, let's go!"

Zhao Yuan screamed and ran away, leaving a trail of footprints in the desert.

Rolling yellow sand.

The lonely smoke in the desert.

At this time, it was sunset, and the golden sand dunes were reflected in the sky, and the clouds that looked like fire were reflected in the sky, and the desert gave people a desolate and vast magnificence.

Now, Lan Xin is much more comfortable.

Zhao Yuan supported her with two strong arms, without the slightest jolt. However, Lan Xin was not in a good mood, because Zhao Yuan's hands were getting weaker and weaker, and the most unbearable thing for her was that Zhao Yuan actually touched her. Looking at her slender and smooth thighs, she sighed in admiration...

……

"Are you a man!" Lan Xin was about to go mad, and reprimanded her sharply.

"Daughter, don't ask, why are men so fierce? In ancient times, benevolence and justice only harmed people. There has never been a period of morality. Don't you see that the prey of lions and tigers has gained prestige. Who can pity the poor elk? The strong have always preyed on the weak in the world. Even if it is reasonable, it is in vain."

Zhao Yuan's long hair flew up, and he sang with pride.

In this desolate desert, Zhao Yuan experienced a transformation.Of course, strictly speaking, this is not transformation, it is just nature, because of the persuasion of monk Tianxin, Zhao Yuan no longer suppresses nature.

He needs to show his edge, he wants to make God jealous, and he needs to face the catastrophe.

For women, Zhao Yuan has never lacked respect.

He respects Wan Ling'er.

He respects Ming Yue Ming Ri.

He respects Fairy Caixia.

Because, although they were arrogant and domineering, they respected him very much.Zhao Yuan firmly believes that respect is mutual and respect is an equal relationship

Even facing You Lan from Baihualou, Zhao Yuan respected him.

He doesn't need to respect Lan Xin, because Lan Xin has never respected him.In Lan Xin's eyes, he was just being used, and their relationship was just using each other.For such a woman, Zhao Yuan is naturally not polite.

Lan Xin didn't reprimand Zhao Yuan anymore, her eyes were filled with tears, silently enduring the humiliation.

Zhao Yuan didn't bother to pay attention to Lan Xin's emotions at all, he still ran wildly, his hands were still roaming around Lan Xin's body unscrupulously, showing no mercy.

"It's almost there, let me down!" Lan Xin struggled to jump out of Zhao Yuan's arms, she didn't want to be seen by the tribe's warriors being carried back by a strange man.

"I'm leaving." Zhao Yuan straightened his clothes, and in the faint moonlight, he could see a crescent-like small lake in the distance under the sand dunes. By the lake was an oasis, and above the oasis was an oasis. A row of dome tents, around the tents, cattle and sheep sleep leisurely, full of exotic customs.

"Leave?" Lan Xin was taken aback.

"Is it waiting for you to call a large group of people to kill me?" Zhao Yuan laughed.

"I'm not as despicable as you!" Lan Xin said angrily when Zhao Yuan talked about her thoughts.

"Hehe, if you are willing to spend the night with me, it's fine for me to stay for one night." Zhao Yuan lifted Lan Xin's beautiful chin and said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Shameless!" Lan Xin shook off Zhao Yuan's hand, blushing.

"Okay, I really have to go, so be careful."

"roll!"

Seeing Zhao Yuan running wildly and kicking up dust all over the sky, Lan Xin was in a daze for a while.

After standing there for a stick of incense, after confirming that Zhao Yuan had left, Lan Xin straightened her clothes and walked along the sand dunes towards the row of tents by the lake.

"Hey, big brother, this girl is really nice, you actually let her go, what a pity..."

"Don't you just want the spirit of death! There will be more in the future, and she will not be missing one."

"No, no, the monk really thinks this girl is pretty good, with good facial features, good skin, and long legs..."

"Yes, and hairy legs too."

"...cough cough cough... hairy legs... the monk really didn't pay attention... So, you don't like women with hairy hair, okay, okay, the monk will give you a prescription, the hair removal is very effective."

"..."

"Zhao Yuan, it's still too late to catch her and come back."

"Forget it, she is already a dead person." Zhao Yuan sighed.

"What?"

"There is a dangerous atmosphere in that camp. It is estimated that someone wants to ambush her and set a trap."

"So that's how it is... Oh, it's a pity that such a good girl died for nothing." Monk Tianxin shook his head and sighed with compassion.

"Since when have you been so kind?"

"People, after all, have a kind heart. Even the most treacherous and evil people will show kindness occasionally. What's more, monks have practiced since childhood, in order to save the world's people from suffering...Zhao Yuan, how about , you saved that girl?"