The black-bellied master and apprentice: Master, the apprentice is here to grab the relative

Chapter 57 Small Illusion Technique Has Flaws

更新时间2013-10-2023:20:46。0
The black smoke divided into two strands, one on the left and the other on the right, and surrounded the carriage. As for Lin Yizhu, how could he defeat the invisible black smoke with only his physical strength?It's just strange that when danger comes, that horse, that old man, is motionless... is it, ready to die?
The carriage was densely wrapped in black smoke, and the next moment, when the princess of the demon world was condensed into a human form by the black smoke, there was unexpectedly no trace of a wooden plank on the empty grass!
This is illusion!

After she understood it, although Meng Tingshan was annoyed, she had no choice but to do anything - she didn't know when the carriage was lost and in which direction it was going, and there was no way to chase it back!
She looked at the place where the carriage was supposed to be parked again with hatred, her arms crossed her head, and disappeared between the sky and the earth.

The breeze is rustling, with a breath of early summer quietly sneaking into the tip of the nose, the jungle is not far away, Lin Yizhu looks at the swaying treetops, and slowly walks into the woods.

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The lush shade of trees covered the slightly warm sunlight outside, leaving only mottled white stars scattered on the wet black ground. The carriage that the old man was leaning against was parked there motionless, and the rest of the horses were flicking flies. , like a static picture of mountain farmers and secluded forests.

He walked around twice not far away, and only after confirming that no one was following him did he go straight to the carriage.

"Your action just now was not smooth!" Lin Yizhu said with a slight smile.

"Yeah, I didn't know there was a bird on that tree!" The old man half-joked, and slowly opened his squinted eyes, looking at the young man, "Did you get rid of it?"

"Uh-huh."

There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, thinking in his heart that the kid had done a good job this time, but his face remained calm, and he casually threw the horse's rein to him: "Then come up?"

He didn't say the next sentence: Girl's time is running out...

There is a depressing horse cry in the depths of the jungle, and the sound of horse hoofs echoing on the wet land. The last trace of coldness fades away in spring, and all the scenery in nature is gradually dyed in the color of summer. As time goes by, They are moving forward, walking, what will be at the end of this forest, maybe it will be the end of this journey, or the starting point of a new journey.

Three days later, when you have reached the end of the woods, when everything suddenly becomes clear, there is another piece of green grass and a meandering stream...

Lin Yizhu's eyes widened: he thought it was the old place reappearing, because it was exactly the same as what he saw three days ago, and when he realized it, he reined in the rope: "Woo——"

The old man who was sitting in the same carriage happened to be holding a jar of Nurhong and enjoying smelling Awen, an inadvertent "pop", the sudden stop of the carriage caused the jar of unsealed but hadn't had time to eat The good old wine was spilled upwards, just enough to splash the old man's face...

While being taken aback, the old man opened his mouth wide in horror, and was busy sticking out his tongue to lick it as hard as he could, then turned his head to look at Lin Yizhu, who was sitting on the right, and cursed...

"Stinky boy, what are you doing, bullying my wine or bullying me!" He looked around, "Stop, stop, do you think this is where it was three days ago, go over there!"

The tone was reproachful but there was no nonsense, and he just answered an answer Lin Yizhu wanted.But……

Lin Yizhu pointed to the mountain on the opposite side of the stream, a little embarrassed: "Also, can I go there, there is no way ahead!"

"There's no way, idiot, go and go." The old man put down the wine jar, showing extreme impatience, and grabbed the horse rope. With a sound of "drive", the horse was driven by others without fear. run forward.

(End of this chapter)