I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Regrets were of no use. Yang Zhao rolled left and right on the bed and finally made up his mind.

"I can't always watch cats in Yunyang, read thousands of books, and travel thousands of miles. The ancients will not deceive me."

She composed her mind, suddenly thought of something, and tapped the dragon gun on her wrist.

"Haoshan, are you asleep?"

No one paid any attention to her. The dragon gun seemed to be dead and motionless.

"Hasan, you're not really asleep, are you?"

Yushan replied reluctantly.

"what?"

Yang Zhao became interested immediately, with a gossipy expression on his face.

"When you met me two years ago, didn't you yell at Liu Zhengxia to kill him? You were chasing me to death with such hatred and hatred. Why are you so quiet now that you have met the real master?"

"I'm afraid that my revenge will lead to your death without any trace of your body!"

Yu Shan choked up on one sentence and Yang Zhao was speechless. He ended the topic with a hum and went out to find something to eat.

She was suddenly hungry this time and didn't have that much food in her hands. Unfortunately, she went out for a walk and came back with half a box of Bigu Pills.

As far as I'm concerned, this thing is just a compressed biscuit with more energy, and it just makes your stomach happy. As for the color, smell and taste, don't even think about it.

"I was stupid too. I should have caught more fish and frozen crabs."

But thinking about it was in vain, Yang Zhao stuffed a Bigu Pill, washed and went to sleep.

She was awakened by the vibration. The slight vibration may have stirred up the dust, but it stirred up the sleeping Yang Zhao.

She gathered her clothes, opened the cabin door, and saw two soldiers standing guard outside the door.

"Senior Yang, the general said, please rest in the cabin for a while."

Yang Zhao stopped and asked.

"How long does the General want me to stay in the room?"

The two soldiers spoke in a straight tone.

"Senior Yang, I'm sorry, the general hasn't informed us of the specific time yet."

Yang Zhao wanted to close the door, but he turned around and asked.

"Did something happen outside?"

"Sorry, Senior Yang, we don't know."

Yang Zhao looked at the two serious people and was too embarrassed to get angry, so he could only close the door and go back to the room.

"Can this cabin still isolate my consciousness? There are two people at the door, why don't I feel anything?"

She sat on the bed and tried it, and found that her consciousness could not leave the room. She felt scattered tiny vibrations, and a feeling of depression gathered in her heart.

She didn't know what was going on. She didn't know if there was another fight outside. She didn't know whether her side was strong or weak, whether she was safe or on the run.

A sense of powerlessness that cannot control destiny sweeps through the body, making people feel uneasy.

"I really don't like traveling in space. If something happens, the safety threshold is too narrow."

In this uneasiness, Yang Zhao spent a long half hour.

When the shaking stopped, she got out of bed and opened the door. The soldier at the door had disappeared.

"The action was really fast. Did they get the news and withdraw, or were they transferred away?"

She looked around, and found that the space within the ferry was extremely calm, as if nothing had happened.

Over the next few days, one or two tremors would occur from time to time.

Every time this happens, two soldiers will guard Yang Zhao's door.

The rest of the time, except for someone asking her for details from time to time, she was quite free. After wandering around like this for a few days, Yang Zhao finally saw General Liu Zhengxia when he was about to leave.

"I'm busy these days, so I often neglect Mr. Yang."

Yang Zhao bowed respectfully.

"General Liu, you're welcome. Yang Zhao would like to thank the general for his help, otherwise I would have been trapped in the Windswept Realm."

Liu Zhengxia turned sideways and only received half a salute.

"Mr. Yang, you are being polite. It was you who saved the names of more than a dozen of our soldiers regardless of the danger."

He took out a small dark black sign from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is my personal talisman. If I encounter any trouble, show this thing. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, I, Liu Zhengxia, still have some face."

Yang Zhao looked at the things and was a little afraid to pick them up.

"This thing is a bit expensive, I'm afraid I can't help but use it to show off."

"Hahaha, there are few golden elixir monks as young as you in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty. If you are willing to use this thing of mine to show off your power, it will be a shame on my face."

As soon as Liu Zhengxia raised his hand, the small sign flew to Yang Zhao's side.

"Take it."

Yang Zhao took the sign, thanked him, and then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, boarded other flying boats and flew to Dazhou.

This time it was very short, we arrived at the place within a few minutes.

After getting off the flying boat, Yang Zhao saw Yang Yun waiting among the crowd at a glance.

He was wearing a plain robe. When he saw Yang Zhao, his eyes lit up. He jumped up and waved to her, revealing the nondescript sneakers underneath.

"sister!"

The familiar local accent made Yang Zhao's eyes moist. Before she could move, Yang Yun rushed over, opened his arms and gave her a big hug.

"Sister, sister, have you lost weight? Why are you so short..."

After a while, the two let go. Yang Zhao looked up at Yang Yun with emotion.

"Are you almost 1.9 meters tall? We haven't seen you for two years and you are so tall now?"

"Sister, you..., why are you injured?"

There was nothing else in Yang Yun's eyes, only the wound that nearly cut off his sister's ear.

"It's okay, it's a minor injury. I'll find a doctor to prescribe some scar-reducing medicine when the time comes. I'll just apply it for a few days."

Although General Liu Zhengxia also gave him some scar-removing medicine, Yang Zhao always felt that except for minor illnesses such as colds and fevers, other medicines were safer to be prescribed by doctors, so he never dared to use them.

Of course, she also had a little bit of a knack for committing suicide. To a certain extent, this injury was his military medal. Anyone who saw this injury would have to remember the dozens of soldiers she saved and realize that she had endured it. What a risk.

Yang Zhao looked indifferent, but Yang Yun didn't know, but he was a little panicked.

"What about the others? Are there any injuries elsewhere? Have they been treated?"

Yang Yun trembled with his hands, but did not dare to touch them.

"Does it hurt when you stand like this? Why don't you stop walking and I'll carry you on my back."

With that said, he squatted down with his back to Yang Zhao.

"Sister, come up here and I'll take you to the doctor."

Yang Zhao couldn't help but laugh, smiling, tears falling down one by one.

She patted Yang Yun and said, "It's okay. I'm fine. Get up. There are others here."

Yang Yun's eyes were so anxious that his eyes were red. The scar extended from his chin to behind his ear. It was a human

"Don't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. Your face can't heal your injuries! Who is as important as your body?"

"No, how dare I hide such a big thing from you? When they picked me up, they treated my injuries. It's just that they are military doctors and don't treat scars, so I let you see it."