What Feng Jianche had prepared for Zhou Fei was a red carriage.
He said red is festive.
Zhou Fei felt that this guy was cursing himself with a change of law.
But the time has come. Zhou Fei didn't even bother about this kind of details.
Feng Jianche was very benevolent for not killing him.
After all, the barbarian has fallen into the present situation, and it really has a lot to do with him.
On the day of leaving, all the old and weak women and children in the tribe left the tent.
They silently watched the carriage that symbolized the disaster leave.
Zhou Fei lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, looked at the resentment on the faces of the barbarians, and the numbness in their eyes, everything turned into a long sigh.
The car drove slowly out of the tribe and into the grassland.
After Zhou Fei left, Feng Jianche also left.
The barbarian warriors are fighting bloody battles ahead. As the Young Master of the Saint Sect, he should take the lead.
The purpose of his return this time is not to drive Zhou Fei away, but to take away the Great Wuzhu from the tribe.
Zhou Fei's departure can only be regarded as a windfall.
And taking away Da Wuzhu also meant that the barbarians had to do their last fight.
After Feng Jianche also left, I don't know who cried first.
Then, the whole tribe cried.
The carriage slowly moved forward on the grassland. Ling Zhaoyan's body became colder and drowsy for most of the day. If it weren't for breathing, Zhou Fei would really wonder if she was dead.
But when Ling Zhaoyan woke up, his consciousness was very clear.
It can even make Zhou Fei feel that the sword idiot of the past is back.
"Ahead, a strong aura." Ling Zhaoyan opened the car curtain and looked around. The sky about a hundred meters away was covered by a shadow, and the thick clouds seemed to hit the ground at any time. In the clouds, white light appeared frequently.
Zhou Fei knew that it was not a thunder and lightning, but a practitioner.
The current grassland does not know how many masters have gathered. The Seven-Star Realm is cannon fodder here, and the gods have the right to speak.
Shenzang was originally a watershed for masters, but in the current grassland, the least valuable is the Shenzang realm.
Divine Tibetan realm that can be followed everywhere.
Zhou Fei stopped the carriage, "Such a scene is really rare
At first sight, but let's not make it to join in the fun, let's get around. "
Ling Zhaoyan turned to look at Zhou Fei: "But... I want to go."
Zhou Fei: "Huh? Aren't you going home."
Ling Zhaoyan leaned on Zhou Fei’s shoulder: “Actually, I don’t have a home anymore. I was sent to Dingjian Pavilion by my parents when I was very young. I wanted to have a male baby, but I gave birth to several female babies. Later, I couldn’t support them, so I sent a few of our sisters away. I was lucky enough to be sent to the gate of Dingjian Pavilion. I was lucky enough to get it. Master’s acceptance. The other sisters are not so lucky. A few years ago, I tried to find them, only to realize how unsatisfactory they were. Even the youngest sister has become a woman of the wind."
Zhou Fei gently hugged Ling Zhaoyan, not knowing how to comfort him for a while.
Compared to Ling Zhaoyan, his childhood was much happier.
Although it was his mother who died young and his father did not care, as the son of a general, Zhou Fei's childhood was completely unfettered, just like a wild horse that has taken off its rein, harming the common people everywhere.
Ling Zhaoyan said: "So, I now want to understand. Since I don't have a home, how can I go home? In my opinion, the place where you have you is my home. You are my last and only relative."
Zhou Fei said: "Well, I promise you that."
Ling Zhaoyan said: "In fact, don't you find it interesting Zhou Fei? So many people scalp blood for me, but I am dying and may die at any time, so why do they have to kill me? Just let me die silently. Is it all right?"
"Human hearts are complicated, especially when the word orthodoxy is involved, the complexity of human hearts will surpass your imagination. Even without you, they will still beat their heads. Your presence is just for them to give It’s nothing more than an upright excuse for my behavior." Zhou Fei said with a sneer, "But what you said is correct. We may be able to help the barbarians in the past at this time. We owe Feng Jianche after all. A human kind."
Ling Zhaoyan nodded: "Well, if I can compensate the barbarians a little before I die, I can just look at it when I die."
Zhou Fei said: "Let's go then."
After that, Zhou Fei raised his whip and gently beat the horse. The horse
Spread all four hoofs and ran on the grassland.
The red carriage was like a drop of red blood across the green grass.
After rushing about a stick of incense, Zhou Fei slammed his horse back.
The two horses raised their front hooves high and neighed.
"Call!" Zhou Fei kept calming the two horses.
Ling Zhaoyan poked her head out: "What's the matter?"
Zhou Fei pointed to the sky: "Look."
Ling Zhaoyan looked up into the sky.
I saw a light "stab" at them.
Zhou Fei stomped on the horse's ass, then put his arm around Ling Zhaoyan and rushed out in the opposite direction.
The light hit the ground, and then plowed a trench two meters deep and more than fifty meters long in the grass.
When the light disappeared, Ling Zhaoyan and Zhou Fei could see the true face of the light.
That is a sword.
To be precise, it was a broken sword.
Only one-third of the entire sword body remained, and the hilt was also broken.
However, even such a broken sword, falling from the sky still carries a terrifying aura.
After a while, another thing fell from the sky.
This time it was not a sword, but a corpse.
A complete, strong barbarian corpse.
This barbarian's figure is extremely tall, conservatively estimated to be more than two meters, his body is as strong as an iron tower, and he still holds a knife in his hand.
But he died.
The corpse was lying on the icy grass, with eyes wide open and staring at the sky, and a hint of unwillingness could be seen in his eyes.
Ling Zhaoyan said: "So powerful, yet dead so silently. This battlefield has become a meat grinder. If the practitioners are no longer aloof, they will also fail and die in battle."
Zhou Fei said: "Inflict evil."
At this time, there was another deafening thunder in the distance.
The two of them immediately turned to look in the direction of the sound, and then saw a bolt of lightning pierce through the clouds and directly hit the center of the battlefield.
That area immediately became a vacuum zone.
But it is strange to say that the seemingly powerful lightning did not cause any casualties.
Could it be the evil taste of God
This lightning is actually calling the two parties involved in the war
It seems this god likes to watch the excitement.
(End of this chapter)