For Ruotong, the process of flying was no less than another fatal blow. No matter how patiently the stewardess comforted her, there was no trace of blood on her face, her lips were blue, and she couldn't help trembling.
Who would have known that this fairy-like master would have a severe fear of heights. Because of her superb lightness skills, Ruotong's body is extremely sensitive to heights. She may be able to walk through cliffs as high as 100 meters, but at an altitude of 12,000 meters, there are completely two concepts.
Later, Shen Ming discovered that when she hugged Ruotong tightly, her tension could be relieved to a certain extent, and once she let go, she would start to get sick again. As a result, sitting on the high-end leather sofa, Shen Ming no longer dared to relax Master, and even dared not go to the toilet.
"Master, why do you refuse to tell me that you have a fear of heights?" Shen Ming patted Ruotong's shoulder lightly, whispering in his ear as if putting a child to sleep.
"Because I'm the master, how can I tell my disciples to laugh at me?" Ruotong closed his eyes and leaned against Shen Ming's chest, as if he would be fearless as long as he listened to the heartbeat, and everything under his feet would be safe. Can be as solid as the earth.
"I'm sorry, I didn't take your feelings into account at all, I was the one who let you go on the plane, I'm sorry for you." Shen Ming blamed himself deeply.
"Forget it, I can see how much you are worried about your family. If we are still wandering around on the ground, it is you who are trembling nervously. If there is always someone to be afraid of, I hope that person is me." Ruotong said softly.
"Why?" Shen Ming didn't understand.
"Because at least I'm leaning in your arms, don't you want to lean in my arms? Shameless..." Ruotong smiled, looking at her from such a close distance, she was still so beautiful without a trace of blemish.
"Master, you are so beautiful." Shen Ming couldn't help praising, just like an artist crying uncontrollably when facing the statue of Venus.
"Beautiful? Ugly? It's just a stinky skin, why care about it, only the beating heart can distinguish between good and evil, beauty and ugliness." Ruotong nestled against Shen Ming's chest like a kitten, unwilling to leave at all .
"Ah? Then how is my heart?" Shen Ming said shyly.
"As long as I like it, it doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, good or evil, don't make noise, let me continue to listen." Ruotong raised a finger and put it on Shen Ming's lips, the fresh body fragrance made people intoxicated , for a moment, Shen Ming selfishly wanted the plane to make two more laps, so why not land so fast
And Ruotong hoped that he had become a real immortal through cultivation, so that time could be suspended at this moment forever.
After a two-hour voyage, Shen Ming came to the westernmost city in Tianchao, but this was not the end of the journey. Not only did they have to cross this city, but they also had to travel 500 kilometers to reach the location of the Feng Family Villa. Among them, the distance of more than 400 kilometers is completely invisible to modern roads.
For this reason, Shen Ming prepared a novel means of transportation, that is off-road motorcycles.
Shen Ming packed the luggage around the motorcycle and handed a helmet to Ruotong.
"Are you making me a passenger again?" Ruotong pouted angrily.
"Ah? This is for the sake of safety, isn't Master good at driving?" Shen Ming asked with his cheeks pressed in confusion.
"You said that I don't know how to drive a four-wheeled car, but how difficult is it to have a two-wheeled motorcycle? I learned how to ride a bicycle in the village." Ruotong had long wanted to try being a driver.
"Uh... alright, but at the beginning you'd better slow down. Cars are covered with iron, and motorcycles are covered with iron. Be careful." Shen Ming was still scared.
Just like that, Shen Ming sat in the back seat, hugged Ruotong's waist, and headed west. Ruotong is still very fast at learning motorcycles, so he immediately forgot that Shen Ming slowed down, and just twisted the accelerator and rushed away. Nobody told her about it, and it ended up being completely ignored, driving the motocross bike to road race speed.
When encountering someone blocking the way, Ruotong directly raised the front of the car and rushed into the air from the other person's trunk, only short of three and a half turns in the air and Thomas turning around.
After leaving the city, it felt much better. There were fewer cars on the road, and even if there were cars, they would still avoid this pair of desperate masters. Both sides of the road are full of comfortable lilac flowers. This is the smell of the hometown, mixed with the cool wind. Ruotong can't help but close his eyes and open his arms to enjoy the baptism of the smell of the hometown.
She was happy, but Shen Ming was so frightened that he grabbed the handlebar from behind, for fear of dying in a car accident, that would be really funny.
The drivers passing by all sighed, "Damn it, can you play "Titanic" on a motorcycle? People in the city really know how to play it."
Ruotong's riding ended at the end of the road, and the rest of the journey was a walk through the forest, so there was no way to go, Shen Ming could only drive.
The Feng family villa has been deeply involved in this wilderness for thousands of years, and there is only one plank road that is feasible, but along the way are the Feng family's bright posts and secret posts. Shen Ming didn't come to drink, so naturally he couldn't take advantage of the way, so he had to find another way.
Different from the path they took, the plank road at the moment is overcrowded, and visitors from all over the world seem to be rushing to a temple fair. Take a closer look at these people, all of them are wearing strange clothes, there are Taoist priests holding dust whisks, monks holding Zen sticks, muscular boxers, and old men in Tai Chi suits.
These are all guests from Liwulin who came to participate in the No. 1 Martial Arts Association in the World. When they met, they all clasped their fists and saluted each other, "Hello, Master!" "Hello, Master!" "Hello, Master!" The scene was joyous.
The Feng family prepared a carriage to take everyone to the villa, and everyone lined up to go up. The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Competition held once every 20 years is far more rare than the World Cup. Many people who were young and strong in the last session have now become gray-haired and senile.
Of course, each faction also brought their own favorite students, intending to show their strengths at the conference.
And the bustle outside the house did not disturb the bloody silence in the prison at all. Shen Wan'er, who had been in a coma for an unknown amount of time, finally woke up.
In the dark prison cell, Wan'er found herself being hoisted by both hands, and the thick chains were connected in mid-air. Her height was just enough to touch the ground with her toes, and her wrists would be more comfortable. Once she relaxed, she felt that half of her palms would be torn off. the pain.
And she is not the only one locked in this cell, Huang Yibo is standing beside her, but only the neck is locked, just like dogs locked in every household.
Of course, besides these two, there is another important person in the cell, it is the 21st Young Master of the Feng family... Feng Quan who was pierced through the 72 acupoints and hung bloody in mid-air.
In the cell, there was only a skylight above his head, and the sunlight hit him in a straight line, like a work of art, it was hard not to notice his existence.
"Wangcai? Why did you come here?" Wan'er asked puzzledly, only to remember that when she was at home that day, Huang Yibo was also by her side.
"I can't do it unless I come here... If I hadn't been able to drive, I would have been taken care of by Mr. Feng Qianchi." Huang Yibo also wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Damn, you actually called that bastard Mr., do you want to die? By the way, why can you stand while I'm hanging?" Wan'er said angrily.
"Because Mr. Feng Qianchi..." Huang Yibo looked at Wan'er's displeased expression again, and immediately changed his words, "Because the bastard said, you are strong, so you have to hang on, I am weak, just tie it up casually." .Student Wan'er, you have been in a coma for a long time, are you feeling better now? Is your head still hurting?"
"My head doesn't hurt, my hands hurt. Wangcai, get down quickly and step on my feet!" Wan'er ordered.
"Yes!" Huang Yibo lay down on the ground without any hesitation, letting Wan'er's little feet step on the fat on his chest. Not to mention, the feeling can only be understood and cannot be explained in words. Insulted? Wan'er wears skirts!
"Speaking of Wangcai, how long have we been imprisoned?" Huang Yibo's fat body was dangling, but Wan'er felt a lot more comfortable after finally standing still, and then she began to think about how to escape from this ghost place .
"I don't have a concept of time either, maybe one or two hours?" Huang Yibo, who was lying on the ground and looking up, was full of energy.
"You know, old lady, where is that kung fu big braid gone?" Wan'er asked, trying to pull the iron chain on her hand.
"Sister Mei was locked up in another place, and sister Xiao Yi seemed to be taken by the bastard's side." Huang Yibo really wanted to tell Wan'er not to move, because if she stepped on it, she would be stoned.
"Really? It seems that my brother took something important from that bitch, otherwise we would not have a chance to survive." Wan'er took a breath and concentrated, jumped up vigorously, stepped on the rock wall with both feet, Grabbing the chain, he tried all his strength to pull the chain out.
The steel heart was running at full strength, and the red veins on Wan'er's body swelled up again, and even the muscles became extremely ferocious. The iron chain rattled and trembled as it was pulled, but it was impossible to pull the lock out of the wall even a little bit.
"Fuck!" Suddenly, Wan'er slipped and slammed back onto the wall, causing the iron chains that tied Feng Quan to sway in the air.
"Fuck!" Feng Quan cursed in pain this time, "You guys have been arguing the whole time you fucking came in, can't you even go to jail to stop your mouths?"
"Oh, I thought it was a quick 'bacon' to hang up, but I didn't expect to be able to talk. I said bacon, are you addicted to being fucked by the jailer? Do you really want to be a model prisoner and hang up like this for the rest of your life? Of course if You are a Shouwang, just think I am talking too much." Wan'er was in a bad mood at first, but it was just right when someone found fault, and Wan'er's needlepoint did it to the wheat awn.
"A girl who speaks so vulgarly, is there a parent but no mother to teach?" Feng Quan said angrily. Just now, he was destroyed by this girl when he was meditating on hard cultivation. Dementia, of course angry.
"Hehe, your grandpa is my father, and your grandma is my mother. You are so rude when you see your own mother. I should have let your father put you on the wall." Wan'er quarreled really well.