In this fourth peak, Meng Hao's identity, his words are God's will, the inner disciple nodded, branded directly on the jade slip, and then walked away with his fists.
All this happened too suddenly. The woman was still at a loss. Without noticing, Meng Hao had grabbed her hand.
"You... what are you going to do..."
When her hand was caught, the woman was awakened immediately, her eyes widened again, and there was a touch of fear in her eyes. She suddenly thought of the identity of the other party, and thought of the terrifying legend of the person in front of her in the sect. She was about to struggle. Hao pulled her into his arms and jumped up.
On the fourth peak, Meng Hao whizzed and flew up. All the disciples along this peak showed a surprised expression after seeing the woman holding Meng Hao's arms.
"The little ancestor's arms are..."
"I haven't seen it. Looking at the clothes, he should be an outside disciple."
"No way, he just disappeared for most of the day today, and it hasn't been dark, he will return to his nature?" Everyone on the Fourth Peak looked at each other.
The fourth peak is mid-air.
"Let go of me!!" The woman's face flushed, and Feng's eyes gradually showed strong anger, struggling constantly, but in Meng Hao's arms, there was no way to break free, she could only stare at Meng Hao who was close at hand, gradually staring at him. There is more and more anger in China.
Almost when the two of them had just landed and arrived in the middle of the fourth peak, outside the gate of Meng Hao's cave, the woman opened her mouth sharply and bit Meng Hao's arm fiercely. Meng Hao glanced at her and smiled slightly. , Let go of his arm.
"You can practice right here, and within a few days, you will know who I am." Meng Hao smiled and said, taking a deep look at Xu Qing.
"As Senior Brother Fourth Peak, a direct disciple of the Zongmen, do you have the privilege to insult other disciples at will!" The woman quickly stepped back, staring at Meng Hao with a bad expression on her face.
"Yesterday, I was not a direct disciple." Meng Hao smiled, sat down cross-legged, and looked at the woman in front of him with great interest.
This woman became more and more angry when Meng Hao saw it, but when she thought of Meng Hao's identity and those legends, she shuddered, stepped back a few steps, and became more vigilant.
In her memory, there are too many legends about the person in front of her. Any one of these legends is enough to make an outer disciple fear to the extreme.
Time passed slowly, and dusk passed soon, and night fell, and the sky was a little bit starry, although it was blurred, it would not take long to make everything clear.
Xu was the cold of the night wind, and Xu was panicked. When the wind blew, the woman shrank in the corner of the rock, seemingly helpless.
Meng Hao glanced, got up and walked.
"Stop it!!" The woman was immediately nervous, Meng Hao ignored her, walked directly in front of her, took out a piece of clothing from her storage bag, and draped it gently on her body.
This gentle gesture made the woman stunned for a moment.
Meng Hao smiled, stepped back, closed his eyes and meditated.
The woman was silent, and sometimes looked at Meng Hao, with a puzzled expression and confusion. At this moment, all of them were confused, and there were curiously hiding around them, observing many Fourth Peak disciples here.
They whispered one by one, and they were curious about Meng Hao's behavior of being so pitiful and pitiful.
There is another person who is also at a loss at the moment, that is Ke Yunhai.
"This kid has turned his temper?" Ke Yunhai murmured in surprise.
No words for a night.
This night, the woman was always nervous, afraid to meditate, and did not dare to close her eyes. She was afraid that when she closed her eyes, the next moment she opened it, the terrifying images that appeared in her mind would appear.
In this tension, coupled with the exhaustion of climbing the mountain during the day, she fell asleep without knowing it.
When the morning sun appeared, the woman's ordinary face, her eyelashes trembled, and when she slowly opened it, she suddenly shuddered, and immediately stood up, and two robes fell from her body.
The robe is very thick, as warm as you can imagine.
One of them was covered by Meng Hao when she was awake, and the other was covered by Meng Hao when she was sleeping.
In front of her, there was a faint fire, exuding bursts of warmth. This warmth, with the power of heaven and earth, helped her softly recover her tired body.
Seeing this, the woman was stunned for a moment. When she looked up, she couldn't see Meng Hao.
While hesitating, Meng Hao's figure walked up from a side mountain step, with the kind of fruit in his hand, and these spiritual fruit, the inner disciples were not qualified to enjoy them, and they were unique to the disciples who passed them down.
Meng Hao put it in front of the woman.
The woman’s expression is a bit complicated. After a night’s rest, she seems to have accepted such an arrangement, but her anxiety remains the same. She doesn’t know where she has attracted the pride of the day, and she doesn’t know what the other party is doing. In a word, she decides. Lost his own destiny.
"Taste these spirit fruits, the taste is not bad." Meng Hao picked up one and took a bite, then took out another one and handed it to the woman.
The woman hesitated for a while, took a small bite after taking it, and her eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked like a crescent moon when she squinted.
"Is it delicious?" Meng Hao smiled.
The woman blushed and nodded.
"The outer door is chaotic." Meng Hao looked at the sky in the distance.
"I'll pay you off the debt."
The woman had a pause with Lingguo's hand, but she lowered her head and said nothing.
"Those outside disciples who have treated you badly have already been dealt with." Meng Hao said softly.
The woman's body trembled slightly, and after a while she raised her head, staring at Meng Hao in a daze.
"why?"
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm just a very ordinary outer disciple, you... why?"
Meng Hao shook his head and said nothing.
"Is it because of Xu Qing? Who is Xu Qing?" The woman bit her lip, stood up, and stared at Meng Hao with determination in her eyes. She wanted to know the answer.
Meng Hao was silent for a moment. Today is the third day. If there is no accident, Xu Qing will wake up today, and this woman will also disappear, because she...has already fallen.
Facing this woman's gaze, Meng Hao turned his head, his eyes slowly revealed a touch of reminiscence, and he saw the tears of Xu Qing after killing Ji Hongdong in the cave of death that year. He raised his hand and wiped it gently. The scene that went, echoed in my ears, the words of the year.
"It's safe now, no one will know your secret anymore."
"Meng Hao, can we... see each other again."
"Don't cry, the road is still long, maybe when we will meet again."
Meng Hao still remembers that day, when he turned around, a soft body hugged him behind him.
"I'm waiting for you."
Xu Qing's voice, with persistence, settled for three lives.
"You can think of Xu Qing as your next life... and she and I have an agreement in the next life to meet here." Meng Hao murmured softly.