Cultivating immortals is not as good as alchemy

Chapter 2 I keep your storage bag
The rain was still falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The originally hard soil had already been softened by the aftermath of the two people's fights.

Now being drenched by the rain again, the hard soil has turned into thin mud, and it is not impossible for people buried in the soil to climb out.

Don't ask why you can still breathe and talk after being buried in the soil, just ask the aura of the protagonist.

The female monk watched the man crawling out of the dirt with cold eyes. It seemed like a young girl?
She frowned and looked up and down, with scrutiny in her eyes. This girl looked ashamed and looked at the small one, as if there was no danger.

"Who are you, and why did you crawl out of the soil?" the female monk asked in a deep voice.

Could it be that this girl hid in the ground on purpose, and wanted to wait until she and the man were both injured before coming out to pick up the leak?

The rainwater is like sifting soybeans, falling rapidly, slapping the ground under our feet irregularly.

The little girl did not immediately answer the female monk's question, but stretched her hands in the air, carefully catching the rain.

After taking a full handful, and cleaning his dirty face briefly, he raised his head and looked at the female monk.

The little girl was quite well-behaved, and a little cute, with big eyes flickering. After tilting her head and thinking for a while, she finally replied in a face-saving way.

"do not know."

It's okay if you don't answer, but once you answer, it's like lighting a powder keg.

After seeing the little girl's face, the female monk's slightly relieved face froze instantly.

She had been suspicious of the little girl's motives, but now that she heard such an ambiguous answer, she directly went up with her sword, "If you don't know, then you should die!"

I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let go of one.

She had spent most of her spirit energy in arranging the formation before, and suffered a lot of backlash (internal injury), so she had to save some spirit energy to heal her injuries, so she had no choice but to fight close to her body.

But she wasn't very worried. No matter how she looked at it, she didn't look like she was in danger. The words "I'm weak" were written all over her body.

I didn't see how the little girl moved, but with a slight movement of her feet, she avoided the confident sword of the female monk.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the right moment, taking advantage of the skill of the female monk Lengshen, easily snatched her weapon away, and gave her a sword backhand.

The angle of this sword is not bad, no matter how the female monk avoids it, she will be stabbed
The sword light flashed away, and the expression of the female monk froze in horror, "How could it be—"

When she was about to die, her eyes were still full of disbelief, her body slowly fell backwards, and the reflection of the little girl was in her pupils.

The little girl is still so harmless to humans and animals, and she looks easy to bully. Who would have thought that she would kill a monk in the Foundation Establishment period with a single sword?Although it is a semi-residual foundation building period, it is shocking enough.

The little girl squatted down beside the dead female monk, stretched out her hand to close her eyes, and then said with a smile, "Beautiful young lady, my name is Fu Xiaoyun. I didn't lie to you just now, I really don't want to." Knowing why I was in the soil, I didn't expect you to be so angry. The anger hurts the body, no, you are cold."

"Oh, by the way, leave your storage bag to me for safekeeping. Don't worry, you won't lose it!"

After Fu Xiaoyun finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the man in the formation, the man who was only breathing a sigh of relief, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

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(End of this chapter)