Hurry!

At 3 a.m., the heavy rain of red maple was still falling, only a little smaller than two hours ago.

Yang Yizhi was sitting in the car, and he was still watching the fun on the shore.

At 1 o'clock, the thunder struck the lake water tornado, and a yellow light appeared in the air, but it disappeared after only two minutes. Gradually, the water tornado also lost its kinetic energy and turned for a few minutes, then collapsed on its own.

In the next half hour, monks rushed to the middle of the lake one after another, all attracted by the tornado and lightning visions, wanting to get a share of the pie.

Because Yang Tuo deliberately concealed it, the [Cultivation APP] did not push today's weather phenomena, which led to not many monks coming.

There were very few foundation-building monks flying with swords, only two of them. After wandering around the lake for a few weeks, they found that the passage was closed and flew away again.

The most common ones are the Qi Refining Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Centres driving speedboats. It is estimated that the speedboats of fishermen around Nanhu have been secretly requisitioned.

Of course, there are also rich and handsome men from major sects who come with inflatable rubber assault boats, wave breaking boards, etc., magic circles drive, rowing without paddles, and relying on waves all your life.

The funny thing is that there was also a martial artist who used a large bundle of bamboo to play light skills and floated on the water. Halfway through the float, I found that the bamboo was not enough. The ones I threw before were swept away by the wind and waves, so I had to shed tears on the spot and turn around and float back...

"Tsk tsk, this world of cultivation is really interesting. People die for money and birds die for food. There are all kinds of people, and they are not afraid of death and rushed in."

Yang Yizhi watched the excitement for half an hour and was still unsatisfied, but after 2 o'clock, no one came again.

Piercing edges.

The storm bird fluttered by the car window. The old man quickly opened the car door and put it in. He was amused when he saw it: "Yes, it doesn't matter if it's water, and his whole body is still dry. Oh, oh, why are you so polite?"

The Storm Bird vomited a fish and insisted on giving it to Yang Yizhi. He was so lively and his cheeks kept opening and closing.

The old man was so happy that he couldn't stop talking, thinking that this spirit beast was really spiritual, even the osprey could do the job, and a bird was used for multiple purposes, which was full of humanity.

"Birds are more sensible than you two, and they know that good things need to be shared. Just a few of you go out to find babies. If you don't bring me some souvenirs, I will...

Yang Yizhi was just talking about it. The Changsheng Sword Sect hoped that Yang Tuo and Lin Xiaoxi would be revitalized, and he was reluctant to break up with them.

One person, one bird, and there is no way to chat, so I can only wait bored.

The masters were not here, and they didn't know what they had gone, and there was no right to say that, so Yang Yizhi didn't dare to leave casually.

After almost 3 o'clock, Yang Yizhi was limited in energy. He was old and almost fell asleep. Even the snot bubbles almost came out. He quickly pinched his thighs to make himself more awake.

The other hand simply beat the rhythm on his legs and hummed: "I remember that at the beginning, my team had just opened, and there were only a dozen people, seven or eight guns..."

boom!

The roof of the car was hit by several heavy objects, and the sunroof and roof were crushed. The storm birds were so scared that they flew around and hid in the trunk, screaming.

Yang Yizhi was frightened and lay on the steering wheel, raised his head and cursed: "What the hell?"

As soon as he looked up, his legs slid down from the windshield, and Shi Jian's face was covered with blood.

"Good! What happened?"

Yang Yizhi quickly pushed open the door and grabbed several people.

"Get in the car! Save people!"

Yang Tuo couldn't tell the difference between the rain and blood on his body, and he rushed to move several people in.

Fortunately, Lin Xiaoxi had a positioning magic weapon in the car before, and after escaping from the blessed land, it turned into a directional teleportation. If it was randomly teleported to the lake, it would be difficult for the two of them to save people.

Lin Xiaoxi was quite calm. Among the three, only A Xiu was killed or injured, and the other two were still unable to die for the time being.

She instructed: "Drive away from here quickly, the foundation-building monk will come out."

Yang Yizhi was in a hurry and quickly lit the fire and drove to the outside of Nanhu Lake.

Lin Xiaoxi woke Shi Jian up, ordered: "Hurry up, A Xiu can't hold on."

Shi Jian slowly became awake, and saw the seats and roof of the car, and the others around him knew that he had escaped from the blessed land.

He took out a small bottle with difficulty, and wanted to struggle to sit up: "A Xiu..."

"Oh, take care of yourself first, Lord Shi, how do you deal with your wound? Put away your armor quickly."

Yang Tuo was a little anxious. He had never learned first aid and could only help pinch the blood vessels on his thighs and prevent them from flowing.

"Close the air pocket."

After Shi Jian put away the stone armor, Lin Xiaoxi reached out and calmly lit a few acupoints.

Shi Jian lost too much blood, was so weak that he was dizzy.

But what he was most worried about was A Xiu. After stopping the bleeding, he struggled to sit up and wanted to check A Xiu's aura.

A Xiu was attacked by Lin Hu's secret technique, and most of the Qi Hai collapsed. He could only rely on elixirs to save his life. It is estimated that it will be difficult for him to practice again in this life.

Fortunately, if people are not dead, there will be hope in the future.

Because of his weak physique, Shi Jian has been bullied by his peers since he was a child.

Sometimes when he was beaten, he could only curl up in the corner with his head in his arms, but his brothers and sisters were unwilling to protect him, so the people of the Shi tribe pretended not to see him.

Only A Xiu, who was a few years younger than him, rushed out bravely and stretched out his thin arms to block him. Most of the time, the two of them were beaten together. Afterwards, the master and servant both had their noses and swollen faces, and they hugged their heads and cried.

Shi Jian is a royal family, and the resources he has are incomparable to ordinary monks. He slept on firewood and tried hard to practice, but he could not break through in the ninth grade of Qi refining for more than ten years. He became more impatient, his temperament changed drastically, and he became cynical and broke into pieces.

A Xiu was just a humble maid. She never left Shi Jian's side. It has been twenty-four years since then. Everything she did, including magic practice and daily life, was all for Shi Jian, and she never complained.

However, the two have a huge disparity in their identities and status. Shi Jian is a noble Shi tribe royal family, who is unruly and plays around the world. He has done many absurd things. However, A Xiu was sold to the Shi tribe royal family since he was a child and dared not have any inappropriate thoughts. She just silently did what the maid should do.

In humiliation, only A Xiu is by your side.

When expelled, only Ah Xiu was encouraging him.

Until this battle, Shi Jian finally realized that he cared about Ah Xiu so much that he had never thought about it before.

What royal family, what maid?

What is noble and what is humble.

It’s just two humble people who depend on each other and live humbly in this world.

That's all.

"Axiu, you must hold on..."

A Xiu was unconscious. Shi Jian touched her face, held her hand tightly with his other hand, and could not say anything more.

Yang Tuo watched from the side, feeling sad for the master and servant.

However, he didn't have time to sigh too much, and he also wanted to check Qin Xi's injuries with Lin Xiaoxi.

"It doesn't matter...I've taken medicine..."

Qin Xi was half lying down and gasping violently. He died because of a large number of natal poisonous bees, which hurt his spiritual sense. He was the least injured by the three.

"You must also protect the Qihai and eat it."

Lin Xiaoxi had no choice but to give Qin Xi a piece of medicine, the royal family's medicine was much more effective than the small sect.

"You...can't let Lin Hu go..."

Shi Jian grabbed Yang Tuo's hand, gasped, and said weakly: "He is the supervisor of the Presbyterian Church... Let him go back, just let the tiger return to the mountain... All of us will die..."

It turns out that man is a Presbyterian Church?

Yang Tuo was so angry that why did these people go away?

He could do anything to kill people in the blessed land, but in his impression, the Presbyterian Church had never done a good thing!

Yang Tuo asked, "Why did he kill you?"

"I am the supervisor of the Tianji Sect case, Lin Hu is my deputy... But he and the elders join hands to conceal the truth and replace me... Now they still want to kill me to silence..."

Shi Jian explained quickly, and Yang Tuo frowned when he heard it. It was so terrible that these people covered the sky with only one hand, confusing right and wrong, and confusing black and white, which was too much.

"He is seriously injured, Xiao Yang, you can find a way, I'll let Stormbird help you..."

Qin Xi ordered the Stormbird to fly out to search for Lin Hu's traces.

"Okay, leave it to me!"

Yang Tuo was very angry and prepared to get off the car.

But Lin Xiaoxi held him down: "I'll go."

Yang Tuo still wanted to struggle, and Lin Xiaoxi glanced at the seriously injured: "They need your protection, and you have a heavy responsibility."

There was indeed no one in the car that could fight. Yang Tuo knew that Lin Xiaoxi was super powerful and said concerned: "Be careful."

Lin Xiaoxi didn't look back and opened the car door and disappeared into the storm.
Chapter completed!