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The Black Overlord roared and supported his thick limbs on the stone wall cliff, and leaped out more than twenty feet away with the force. The heavy body quickly sank down under the action of gravity, but then, the pair of powerful membrane wings on the demon dragon's back had spread left and right, and blew up and down a few times. It created a strong upward airflow, which was just steadily supporting it in the sky. The flying Black Overlord circled a few times, lowered his head and shouted reluctantly at the bottom of the sinkhole, calmed down his mood and flapped his wings straight up, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed the cliff surrounding the sinkhole, aimed at the direction of the north, and quickly resisted the wind.

Looking up, the white clouds floated; looking down, the mountains and rivers were magnificent. Although the dragon's back was unblocked, there was a roar of wind roaring like a knife in his ears, and he couldn't enjoy the scenery leisurely. But when he remembered that he was finally able to go home, Yang Zhao still couldn't help but feel a little joy. But in the joy, he was a little reluctant... reluctant to leave.

"Which... Qinghui." After a while, the little prince finally couldn't help it. He reached out and gently pushed the woman in white next to him who couldn't figure out what her relationship with him, and said, "Do you... really refuse to go back with me?"

"Daxing is your home, not Qinghui." She didn't look back and said quietly: "The world is dirty, everyone is suffering, and all sentient beings are evil. Qinghui feels that it is powerless to save it, and only cares about it. This body will belong to you in the future. The place of peace of mind is the place of peace of mind. Xiao Wang... Azhao, you really... don't have to worry about Qinghui anymore."

Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "I have my own belonging... it's Cihang Jingzhai? You'll go back and rest for a while... it's okay. But there's no need to live your life with the Qinglanguage Ancient Buddha like this. How old are you? Are you twenty years old? You're in such a good year, if... if...ah, it would be a pity."

When Fan Qinghui heard the word "What a pity", her heart was trembling slightly. However, she had not turned around, and Yang Zhao could not see any changes on her face as white as jade. The long eyelashes trembled twice, then lowered, saying, "Qinghui is leaving, but it may not be just going back to Jingzhai. The world is so big that there will always be Qinghui's place to sit. But you... How are you going to deal with it?" After that, you could not help but show your concern.

When he suddenly heard the name "Nine Thousand Years", Yang Zhao's attention was indeed drawn away from Fan Qinghui. He scratched his hair in embarrassment and said upset: "To be honest, I don't know what to do... Hey, of course, it's absolutely impossible to have me recognize him as my adoptive father. What is the revival of the Demon Alliance and the like is even more impossible. But... but... in fact, he didn't frame us much, right?"

In fact, it is not just a frame-up, but on the contrary, it is a big pie falling from the sky - the kind that can knock people out. [The Wordless Sutra] is the source of martial arts for all ages. Even if there is only the Qianyang Kunyue Gong in the previous volume, it is already a dream for people in the martial arts world. With the help of the half-formed Yang Fire Divine Power of Nine Thousand Years, the little prince has successfully pushed Qianyang Gong to the fifth level (Fan Qinghui, with the help of Yuehua, practiced Kunyue Gong to the seventh level, compared with before the use of the use of the slaughter.

, the level of cultivation is only one line away), and the skill is improved no matter how hard he is. Although this forced winning method really makes people feel no good about the culprit, no matter what, the benefits are always good, and this will not change. In addition, Jiu Qiansui did save Fan Qinghui as promised. Regardless of his method and attitude, Yang Zhao felt that... he really has no strong reason to continue to be hostile to this person.

The two of them had their own thoughts on the back and had no words for a while. The Black Overlord didn't care about so much, but they just flew fast. It was originally a gifted alien. Although it could not be compared with modern supersonic passenger planes, it was just a matter of easy flight. The exact location of Tiankeng Juegu was unknown, but it was still in Yizhou, Shuzhong, and it would not be at Jianning County at the farthest. If it were a straight line distance, it would be around 1,200 kilometers. It would only take about two days for the Black Overlord to travel.

The demon dragon flew from the sun to the dusk all day, resting on a barren mountain that night, I don’t know where it is. In the morning of the next day, two new owners were carried on (Nine Thousand Years have given this big pet to Yang Zhao and Fan Qinghui, so when it left the sinkhole, it was so reluctant to leave the old owner) and then flew north again. Looking down from the sky, there were more villages and towns along the road. By the morning of the third day, when the rising sun was rising, the magnificent and towering walls of Daxing City were already in sight. Under the morning sun, it looked like an eternal city standing on the rich Guanzhong Plain and built with gold to never fade.

After so long, I have experienced so many things. Looking back at the past, it seems like a big dream. When I think of the deep admiration of my relatives living in the city wall, I can't help but feel aroused in my heart. Standing on the top of the mountain, the little prince's eyes were hazy, with tears in his eyes but not knowing it, and he was a little confused.

His thoughts were like a tide in his heart, and he unconsciously wanted to find someone to share. He naturally turned around and reached out to hold Fan Qinghui. However, under this pull, he was only empty. He looked up and saw that the successor of Jingzhai who had already decided to break with Cihang Jingzhai, had retreated several steps away, and lowered his eyebrows and said, "Prince, Qinghui, who was invincible and kidnapped the prince out of Daxing that day. Now Daxing is in front of him, Qinghui can finally make up for it, and it is time to go." Then he chanted the Buddha's verse lightly and said, "All love will be unpredictable and difficult to last for a long time. He is afraid in his life, and his life is in danger of morning dew. Because of love, he is worried and fearful. If he is separated from love, there is no worries or fear." After reciting, he did not say much, and turned around and walked slowly west.

Now... are you leaving? Yang Zhao felt empty in his heart, and wanted to keep it, but he didn't know what else to say. He just stood blankly at her back. Those eight Buddhist verses kept circling in his ears, making it even harder to say how it felt. The Black Overlord watched the mistress's figure gradually fade away and finally disappeared among the forest, but he couldn't help but whistle. The empty mountain was faint, and several echoes lingered endlessly, as if it contained infinite desolation.

After a long time, Yang Zhao finally breathed slowly. He shook his head, cheered up, patted the Black Overlord's back a few times, and murmured: "The world is a banquet that will end. If there is no separation, how can we get together? Lao Hei, do you think so?"

Although the Black Overlord has a fierce personality, since Jiu Qiansui has ordered it to recognize Yang Zhao as his master, he is very gentle in front of the little prince. He turned his neck and arched his nose a few times on the little prince, and his attitude was very intimate. Yang Zhao smiled silently and said, "Okay, since that's the case, then we should be separated for the time being. Lao Hei, it's not that he can't afford to support you, but there are too many people in Daxing City, and your appearance is really scary. Besides, if my brother meets you, I don't know what else will happen. Can you understand this, right?"

The Black King cannot speak human words, but it is no problem to understand others' words. He immediately arched a few more times, and seemed a little aggrieved and reluctant to leave in his screams. Yang Zhao couldn't bear it, so he turned his head and thought, and sighed: "Anyway, Lao Hei, please hide it in the mountains here for the time being. I will have someone give you food regularly. A cow every day. That's it. Well, it won't be too long, I will see you more."

There were a few more low growls. I heard that there was a cow every day. The Black Bald King immediately pushed the little prince forward, as if urging him to leave quickly. Yang Zhao laughed, hugged the Black Bald King's neck with force, turned around and took his legs, and walked down the mountain.

As the saying goes, look at the mountain and run to death. Daxing City looks very close on the mountain, but it is still quite a short distance when you walk down the mountain. Yang Zhao doesn't show his light skills, but just walks steadily. It took him a long time to walk under Anhua Gate south of Daxing City. He looked up at the towering city tower, and remembered the situation when he left that day, and couldn't help but feel a daze again.

Daxing City is the capital of the Great Sui Dynasty, the most prosperous and prosperous place in the world. There are countless pedestrians coming and going at the city gate. But there are not many ragged clothes like Yang Zhao. But after experiencing so many things, the little prince has developed a little bit of temperament. He doesn't feel that it's so much in the wilderness, but at this moment, the next stop at the city gate is really eye-catching. In a short while, several soldiers guarding the city came over carefully, and the leader frowned and said, "Your Excellency..."

Yang Zhao came to his senses and sighed a long sigh. He smiled slightly at the soldiers and showed his snow-white teeth.
Chapter completed!