Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1752: In a strange place, dark sounds in the water
  Rights make people unconscious, they only know that they want a little more, and a little more.

There is no end to greed.

Zhang Yan was disdainful, but because he was in a different place, he had to comply with the situation.

Sometimes I lament how majestic and powerful the person standing in the highest position is.

The heart and eyes are full of expressions of envy, and of course there will be jealousy mixed in.

Like the position of Prince of Beihai.

It will be even worse if you fall from the highest position.

He was surrounded by rumors and rumors, floating in the cold deep sea.

No one cares whether you are tired, in pain or afraid, as long as you can protect the peace of the Dragon Clan.

How could Zhang Yan not be clear about such a realistic matter.

He has experienced such torture in the real world.

Although it ended in failure, Zhang Yan never lost his original intention.

Such sincerity is also a treasure he can give in this world that is more powerful and valuable than magical weapons.

The heat of the sun gradually became smaller, and the clouds in the sky moved and changed. Zhang Yan lay under the shade of the tree, breathing longer, and the anxious mood in the dream became more stable.

The moonlight shrouded the stream, and the moon's curved shadow was reflected in the water.

Zhang Yan finally woke up.

He looked around and let out a groan that was uncomfortable due to his improper sleeping position.

"Um......"

Zhang Yan rubbed his neck, turned his arms, stood up, and came to the stream.

The silence around him gave Zhang Yan infinite loneliness.

It's the same feeling as in the cave, it's a person's loneliness.

Zhang Yan picked up a handful of water with his hand, put it to his mouth and drank from it.

The spring water in this area is very clear, and it has a sweet taste when it flows into the throat.

Zhang Yan chirped contentedly.

The fight for the Beihai Prince is getting tighter and tighter, so Zhang Yan needs to hurry up and rush to Beihai.

He picked up his clothes, arranged them, filled the water belt with a full pot of "source of life" needed on the road, and prepared to set off again.     "Gulu."

"Gululu."

"Gulu gulu."

"Goo."

Bubbles suddenly appeared in the middle of the river, and the spring water surged up into the puddle, then returned to the bottom of the sea.

We have gone back and forth several times. If Zhang Yan hadn't developed the ability to distinguish sounds in extremely noisy environments in the deep mountains and forests, who would have paid attention to such a small and inconspicuous sound of water? come over.

Zhang Yan, who was about to move forward, noticed something unusual in the stream and stopped walking.

What's happening here?
  Zhang Yan sighed secretly in his heart and uttered a modal word.

Obviously, Zhang Yan's self-questioning and answering questions cannot produce any accurate results.

Zhang Yan squinted his eyes and bent his waist, trying to see clearly the abnormality in the middle of the water.

The splashes in the water were still making a very small sound, attracting Zhang Yan's attention.

It was too dark, and Zhang Yan was not sure whether there were people or objects lurking under the water.

"Gudong."

Zhang Yan pulled out a larger stone from the ground, waved it in his hand a few times, and threw it into the middle of the water.

"Boom."

There was a very light sound, and a small splash appeared on the water.

Still nothing came up.

Zhang Yan was surprised.

There is going to be some supernatural incident in the middle of the night.

"Hey! Stop pretending! Come out!"

"Did you hear-"

"I'll call you grandpa a second time. Don't blame me for being rude if you don't come out!"

(End of this chapter)