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The soldiers who had come to search could not find any clues. The war had already begun in the city, so they withdrew.

The transformation technique of the Law Ring Dhuta was an immortal technique, but there would always be a time when the immortal technique disappeared. There is the story of the gold that came back to be turned into stone, and that gold was transformed by the art of "counting gold." After the spell failed, the gold returned to its original form.

In the morning three days later, the dew was thick and it was just the break of dawn. A red sun slowly rose in the horizon.

A gust of wind blew, and the two poplar trees simultaneously shook, and the two of them returned to their human forms.

The two of them were turned into trees by the Law Ring and their minds froze. They did not know what had happened. After waking up, she remembered that she was being chased by Ji Feng and then led to the hillside by a monk. What happened afterwards, could not be continued.

Yu Zhiya was startled, and was the first to speak: "Young Master Han, what exactly happened? Why can't I remember? Why did Devil Lord not chase after us? "

Han Huaichu thought for a while, then said: "I'm afraid that the Devil Lord has already been taken away by the Immortal from the Western Sky." Yu Zhiya was overjoyed: "If it's really like this, then that's great. In this world, if you are under the control of that demon, then you will be in a terrible situation. "

Han Huaichu faced the west and said: "Amitabha." Yu Zhiya stared at his movements in shock, and asked: "Young Master Han, what are you doing?" Han Huaichu said: "I am thanking the deity from the west, allowing me to be with the beauty in my heart."

Yu Zhiya smiled and asked: "Young Noble, where is the Western Paradise?" Although she was well-read, Buddhism had yet to be introduced into the Eastern Lands. Most people were unfamiliar with the Goddess of the West. That was why she didn't know where the west sky was.

Just as Han Huaichu wanted to answer that the Western Sky was the place where Tang San Zang learned the scriptures, he immediately thought about the era and how she wouldn't understand it even if he told him. And he said, "At the summit of the Tibetan mountain, there is a mountain that is unreachable. Passing that mountain, there was a nation called Radix Angelicae Sinensis. The Immortal's abode there shall be called the Western Sky. "

Yu Zhiya blinked her eyes and asked: "How do Young Master Han know so much? How come Zhiya had never heard of it? That mountain is so tall, how could it be taller than Mount Kunlun? " Han Huaichu laughed and said, "This was told to me by a merchant from the west. That mountain, Mount Kunlun, is incomparable. It is the tallest mountain in the world. "

Yu Zhiya asked again: "Then is Radix Angelicae Sinensis customs similar to my Meso Earth?" Hearing that, Han Huaichu became spirited, and explained to the Unparalleled Beauty all the information he got from the media regarding the mountain and river geography of India. He was very eloquent in describing the Indian riding the elephant, the marriage, the religion, the rank, the festival and so on.

Just this little bit had already caused Unparalleled Beauty to be interested. A look of admiration appeared in Yu Zhiya's eyes as she praised, "Young Master is knowledgeable, able in everything, and Zhi Ya is inferior."

Han Huaichu chuckled, thinking to himself, this life does not only understand things, it also knows both ancient and modern times.

Yu Zhiya serenely said, "Reading ten thousand books is like walking ten thousand miles. If only Zhiya could go to the Radix Angelicae Sinensis, ride an elephant and travel the two sides of the Ganges River, how great would that be? "

Han Huaichu sweated in his heart, thinking that this was not the way modern women liked to travel, it was the same for ancient women. Unless they flew over the Himalayas, it would be impossible for her to go to the Radix Angelicae Sinensis now.

Then, their eyes met, and they looked at each other silently.

It turned out that after running for so long, their clothes had been scratched by countless brambles and shrubs, and their bodies were already in tatters. The bun on Yu Zhiya's head had already scattered long ago, her cloud-like hair was draped over her jade neck and shoulders, and the morning dew was dripping drops of bird poop. The stench was still lingering in the air. There was no longer the elegant demeanor of a man who had transcended the mortal world.

Of course, Han Huaichu's situation was similar to hers, his hair was messy and his face was dirty.

You look at me, I look at you, and I stare at you for a long time. Although they were battered and exhausted, after the test of life and death, the two of them already shared the same thoughts, so how could they care about each other's appearance.

Suddenly, Yu Zhiya giggled and said: "Young Master Han, what do you think you look like?" Han Huaichu was startled. "What do I look like?" Yu Zhiya laughed: "I think you are one of the subordinates of General Lv Chen that we met at Chencheng."

Lv Chen was the gang leader. Han Huaichu immediately understood that Yu Zhiya was saying that she looked like a beggar. He then laughed, "Zhiya, you are not much better off like this. I'm afraid that when that Devil Lord saw you now, he would not let you be his queen. "

Women paid the most attention to their own appearance. Yu Zhiya only saw Han Huaichu in such a sorry state, but she never thought that he would be like this too. Hearing Han Huaichu's words, she let out a "Ah", and extended her delicate hand to her face, only to feel that there was something sticky yellow on her hand. This time, Yu Zhiya was even more embarrassed, and said in shock: "What is this? "So smelly!"

Once she said that, she felt Han Huaichu's waist tighten, and her delicate body was already in Han Huaichu's embrace. Yu Zhiya's still dirty and tender face instantly flushed red, as she asked in shock and embarrassment: "Young Master Han, what are you trying to do?"

Han Huaichu laughed loudly: "I am a beggar, and you are my beggar woman. "We gave birth to a lot of little beggars, what's their name?"

He suddenly remembered watching a variety show that seemed to be called the guerrillas. He then said with a mischievous smile, "It is called Hainan Island, Turpan, Shaolin Temple."

Yu Zhiya said in an almost inaudible voice, as she seemed to exclaim happily: "Who agreed to marry you?" Han Huaichu blinked, and shamelessly said: "Within this Handan City, everyone knows that I'm your lover. If you don't marry me, who else would you marry?"

Yu Zhiya raised an eyebrow, and said with a stern expression: "I said that my future husband would be an unparalleled hero, not only would he whisper to me like a little child. Young Master Han, you can do it? "

Han Huaichu was still in the middle of his excitement when he heard this, and was stunned. Unexpectedly, the beauty in his heart had gone through the test of life and death. Facing his deep love and kindness, her heart was filled with tenderness, yet he still couldn't forget her ambition.

He felt that although the beauty in his arms was close to his chest and could be heard whenever she breathed, she was like a cloud of mist, a strand of smoke that would forever be difficult to grasp and would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"She clearly said that only a hero would be worthy of her. Yes, it was a beautiful girl with a hero. It is not excessive of her to expect so much from herself. " When Han Huaichu thought about this, he felt a sense of relief.

"Can I become the hero in her heart?

Even now, he was still a nobody, with no achievements or achievements. And since Xiang Liang had started the incident at Contemplation, Xiang Yu's road to become an overlord had already begun.

If he had come from the future, he would have known that the beautiful woman in front of him was Princess Yu of the Overlord in the West Chu.

Can't I change my destiny and make this Princess Yu of the Overlord in the West Chu my wife, spend my life with him, and have my life with him? "

A raging fire suddenly ignited in Han Huaichu's chest. With shining eyes, he stared at Yu Zhiya and said, "I, Han, will definitely live up to Zhiya's hopes and hopes for me."

Yu Zhiya nodded and said, "I hope Sir will remember what you said to Zhiya today and create a peaceful place for Zhiya."

Han Huaichu replied: "I will." As soon as he finished speaking, his hot lips were already imprinted on Fan Su's cherry lips.

Yu Zhiya seemed to have forgotten her promise to him. She did not struggle this time and closed her eyes and relaxed her forehead, showing a look of shyness.

Arc like Ling, delicate breathing thin, breath like orchid, lilac slippery. In her heart, who said that there was no passion? It was just that he had suppressed his master's last wishes for far too long. Facing the passionate kiss of her beloved husband, she actually put on a sweet and fragrant tongue. A pair of lotus arms were unknowingly wrapped around Han Huaichu's neck.

In this era where relationships between men and women were open, the flames of desire that were sealed within her heart were, once ignited, unable to be controlled even by icy beauties that were as beautiful as fairies. He might as well open up his heart and indulge his husband's thirst.

Han Huaichu felt as if he was riding on a cloud, floating above the clouds. He could not believe that the beauty that he had dreamed of so many times had been hugged and kissed so deeply by him just like that.

A lover's feelings are mixed up with a lover's feelings. However, the jade person in his arms had the charm to topple tens of thousands of people. That charming scene was hard to describe with words, so the reader could only imagine it.

After a long while, the two reluctantly parted. Yu Zhiya still had her eyes closed, her blush covering her delicate face, and her two curved eyebrows revealed a faint smile.

As if he was still in a dream, Han Huaichu's mouth was filled with the fragrance of the endless kiss.

Yu Zhiya asked in a soft and dreamy voice: "Young Master Han, what did you just say about Hainan Island, Turpan, and Shaolin Temple? Why did you give birth to a child under such a strange name? "

Han Huaichu felt a wave of joy in his heart, "Just now, I was casually teasing her, but she actually heard it. If it were not for the fact that my heart has already been deeply imprinted with my own imprint, how would I have thought of so much, so far away? "

And then, his heart trembled. How can I be born? "

Before Han Huaichu passed through space and time, he had already been injected with a needle by Dr. Fang Ting, causing him to lose the ability to reproduce.

"In that case, I am only a passerby in this era. In the end, he wouldn't be able to bring half a man and half a woman to these girls who had fallen in love with him. The wheel of history, where it should go, would not change because of him.

Then, could this change of fate be realized? This beauty in front of me, will she become the Princess Yu of the Overlord in the West Chu or will she become my partner that will spend the rest of my life together with me? "

He was still in a daze, when Yu Zhiya asked in a low voice: "Young Master Han, what do these strange names mean?"

Han Huaichu coughed dryly and replied: "These are some places." Yu Zhiya asked again, "Is this the place name? "How come I've never heard of it?"

Han Huaichu was questioned and asked, then said: "That Turpan is in the Western Region, Hainan Island is an island south of the Elephant County. As for the Shaolin Temple — Shaolin Temple, I told you about the Radix Angelicae Sinensis just now." As soon as he finished speaking, his forehead began to sweat and he let out a long sigh.

Yu Zhiya looked at him strangely, thinking that she shouldn't be so nervous about answering a few names.

The red sun rose over the horizon, filling the sky with its morning glow. In the distant Handan City, smoke had already begun to rise.

Yu Zhiya suddenly asked: "Young Master Han, where are we going now?"

Han Huaichu's heart was suddenly shaken, "This sweet and beautiful time is finally coming to an end. The chaotic affairs of the world still continue. Since the fate of dominating the world has long been decided, why not start now? " He raised a finger and said: "Handan!"

Yu Zhiya was shocked: "You still want to go to the Handan?" She had just escaped from the Handan City and the experience of nearly dying was still lingering in her mind. She had not expected him to return to a city that she remembered with horror.

Han Huaichu explained: "Since we promised Third Senior Brother that we would serve Zhao Xie, we must do our best for him. Zhao Xie was trying to seize Handan to recover it. Now that Ji Feng had been killed, his Handan City must be in complete chaos. "Why don't you go and ask around? It would be convenient to do so."

After Yu Zhiya heard this, she nodded and said, "That's right, we should do something to help Zhao Xie in seizing Handan."

Thus, the two walked down the hill, holding hands, and headed out of the forest.

After leaving the forest and walking for a while, he saw a small stream flowing by the side of the road. The stream was clear and cold, the bottom could be seen through the light, and the pieces of fish and gravel were faintly discernible.

Yu Zhiya stopped and said: "Young Master Han, how can we face others like this? "Let's wash up here." Han Huaichu laughed and stopped.

Yu Zhiya used her delicate hands to soak in the water, then slowly washed her hair.

The water rippled and rippled. Yu Zhiya's long hair that was like a waterfall, hung upside down in the clear stream. The shoulder is cut, the waist is cut, the neck is extended, and the skin is exposed. A shadow was reflected in the stream. The fish swimming in the river seemed to be amazed by her beauty as they swam away one by one.

Han Huaichu stood at the side, admiring the elegant movements of the Unparalleled Beauty. With her graceful posture and feeling that her soul had been taken away, she focused on eating her meal and stood there dumbly without moving.

Yu Zhiya looked back at him and laughed, saying in annoyance, "Young Master Han, why don't you go and wash yourself?"

Han Huaichu replied with an "Oh" and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart. He quickly bent down and pretended to wash.

After Yu Zhiya finished washing up, he returned to her pure and refined state. The beauty who had just washed her head full of filth had threads entangling each other like hibiscus emerging from water. Her brilliance was unfathomable, causing Han Huaichu to be stunned for a while.

Yu Zhiya used her delicate hands to dry the water in her hair, took out a wooden comb and handed it to Han Huaichu, saying: "Young Master Han, help me comb my hair."

With a beautiful woman's orders, Han Huaichu was happy to follow them. Then, he used the wooden brush to comb Yu Zhiya's head.

As he combed his hair, he thought of a Tang poem: The bridal chamber stopped last night to light a red candle, waiting for Xiao Tang to pay his respects to his aunt. After putting on makeup, she whispered to her husband, "What is the depth of a thrush?"

If he could marry such a beautiful woman, have a wedding night, and comb her hair and draw her eyebrows every day just like in the poem, then what kind of beautiful scenery would that be? He was truly envious of her beauty.