The sun was so strong that it made my eyeballs hurt, and tears kept rolling down the corners of my eyes, but I didn't know how to raise my hand to cover it a little.

For a long time, my eyes were out of focus.

"Witch King!!

How dare you appear in front of us?"

"Brothers, copy the guy and kill this traitor!!"

"Kill this thief and fight him!!"

"..."

There were bursts of noise in my ears.

At the same time, there was also the panicked voice of the Witch King’s defense:

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm not a traitor, no, oh, I'm not here to trouble you anyway, look at who I sent back to you.

Ouch, it hurts!!

Don't do it, don't do it!

I'm not going to be polite to you now that you're doing something, right?

Where is Yang Asha, where is Pan Hu? Let them get out, no, let them come out to see me, then everything will be clear...

Ouch...!!

Hua Lin, you bastard, don’t think I didn’t see you, but you actually dared to use the monkey-stealing peach trick on me..."

"..."

His ghostly screams were quickly drowned out by the scoldings, followed by a burst of sounds of fists and kicks, and shrill screams...

I heard all this very clearly, but my mind seemed to be frozen, and the series of dreams from not long ago kept lingering in my mind.

Maybe it’s because those dreams were so real that my emotions in the dreams were very in place, so even when I woke up from the dream, I had great stamina.

Maybe it's because those dreams are so weird. There is always a voice in my heart telling me that it is not just a dream, but it may also indicate something...

In short, I have been reviewing everything in the dream, trying to grasp all the details and key, so that I dwell too much on the inner world and ignore everything in the outside world.

It wasn't until a very beautiful face appeared in my field of vision that my eyes rolled and I finally came back to my senses.

This was a fair and slightly haggard face. She gently lifted me up and let me lie in her arms. She gently stroked my cheek with her other hand and crossed my forehead with her slender fingers.

Then she rubbed my eyebrows, and finally groped my nose, lip line, and every detail on my face. She seemed to be checking whether there was any technical work on my face, but her eyes were

She turned red unconsciously, and her thin nose twitched slightly, as if she was trying her best to restrain herself.

The hustle and bustle around me suddenly quieted down.

The Miao people who were fighting around the Witch King stopped.

One was pulling his hair, several people were holding his legs, two strong men twisted his arms behind his back, dug one hand into his mouth, and pulled the corner of his mouth, and another hand

Crawling on his face, it seems that he is preparing to climb to his eyes, and then gouge his eyeballs fiercely. There is a circle of people surrounding him, either raising their legs or swinging their fists, preparing to kick him in a circle...

Everything came to a standstill in an instant, and the surrounding area became quiet.

I saw Lao Bai, Brother Yaozi and the others. They were very sensible and did not come forward. They just surrounded me with undisguised concern in their eyes.

After rolling his eyes around for a while, he saw all this.

Finally, my eyes stayed on the face that was so close, and then I showed a big smile, raised my hand and gently touched her smooth cheek, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, aren't you back?"

The word "come back" seemed to have stimulated her sensitive nerves. She, who had been extremely gentle just now, suddenly changed her face, glanced at me coldly, and sneered: "You are indeed capable. If one person cuts off the queen, she can't wait to fight alone."

The entire Southwest Xuanmen is so spirited!"

How could I not hear the sarcasm in his words? I smiled bitterly and said, "Stop taunting me. I'm dying to crawl back to you even if I can hold my breath. My body hurts so much. Can you?"

Get me to a more comfortable place before we talk about anything else?!"

"Uh...well, that's what happened..."

Lao Bai reminded Mao Yao sarcastically: "Our place is not safe now. People like these in the southwest are looking for us all over the world like crazy. They want to dig deep in the entire Phoenix. They have been here all the time these days."

We’re going around in circles around here, let’s go back quickly!”

Zhang Yao sighed softly, glared at me, and then helped me up.

"Okay, okay, don't gather here anymore, what a shame!"

Pan Hu on the side yelled at a group of Miao people: "Hurry up and let go of the Witch King. Let's not talk about what happened before. Mr. Wei was brought back with all his life. If you are so entangled, you are not afraid of losing our village."

people!"

After all, Pan Hu's prestige was still high. With such a scolding, these Miao people immediately dispersed.

The Witch King rushed up to me and rubbed his red and purple face, which had been beaten by the old fist. However, he never left me even half a step away. It was obvious that these Miao people were now treating me badly.

He was extremely respectful, so he used me as a shield, fearing that he would continue to be beaten...

I'm really curious, what on earth did this bastard do? He was once the Witch King of the Miao Territory. Not to mention respected by thousands of people, at least he was respected by everyone. How come he ended up like a rat crossing the street and everyone yelled at him to beat him?

Woolen cloth?

But this is not the place to talk, so I can only suppress my curiosity first.

This is indeed an inconspicuous cemetery. It has long been dilapidated and there is not even a tombkeeper. It is hard to say whether anyone will come here during the Qingming Festival to burn sacrifices to honor their ancestors.

I noticed that a small grave mound opened, revealing a secret passage.

I guess this is where Yang Asha and the others are hiding.

After Zhang Yao helped me in, I realized that there was a cave inside.

A quite spacious underground hiding place. Many Miao people are crowded here, but the conditions are not very good. The smell of medicinal materials permeates the place. Almost everyone is injured. It is not uncommon to have missing arms and legs. At a glance, it looks like a person.

It looks like a wounded barracks, how can it be called miserable?

There are several small stone rooms around, some of the doors are open, and our luggage is inside. It is estimated that our people will live in these stone rooms for the past two days.

Zhang Yao helped me go directly to one of the stone chambers. In this dark and humid underground, there was no smell of dampness and decay in this stone chamber. Instead, there was a faint fragrance. I was very familiar with this smell. It was not Zhang Yao.

What else could it smell like?

It seems that this is Jiang Yao's house.

After Zhang Yao helped me lie down on the bed, many Miao people came over to express their greetings and gratitude to me.

However, Pan Hu is very perceptive and knows that although we were separated for only a few days, too many things happened during that time, which was tantamount to parting from life and death. Now that we are reunited, we naturally have a lot to say to each other, so we

I drove these people away, went out myself, and closed the door. Even the Witch King stayed shamelessly, but I didn't drive him away. To be honest, this guy actually brought me out alive.

I was quite surprised by this, and I owed him a huge favor.

After Pan Hu left with the Miao people, the room finally became quiet, and we had too much to say to each other.

Under the concerned eyes of everyone, I first briefly told them what happened in the past few days, and finally asked: "What about you? How are you doing these days? Is there any reaction from Tianmeng in the past few days?"

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Chapter completed!