The fat man carried the two of them, and his speed remained unabated. He was like a cannonball jumping rapidly on the ground, or like a jumping boar...a wild boar.

The huge body is surprisingly light.

Only the moment it landed, it was like a cannonball smashing into the soil, splashing a bunch of soil, and its momentum was horrifying.

The fat man was gasping heavily, sweat and mist in his body evaporated, and his legs were like lead, but he didn't dare to stay for a moment.

He felt the ground shaking and his face showed a look of fear. In the past, when a group of beasts roared past, there would be such a vibration. There would be no group of beasts at this moment. The wave just now, the wild beasts were only scared to escape and would never dare to rush over.

There is only one possibility, the enemy's cavalry!

The fat man used his strength to feed himself, gritting his teeth and running wildly.

The vibration was getting closer and closer, and the fat man was almost crying.

Ah Hui, come and save me!

Zu Yan on the fat man's shoulder recovered. He was seriously injured and weak. When he was carried by the fat man, he felt a little embarrassed at first. But when he found that the fat man was running very fast, he realized that he usually pretended to be lazy.

Every time he goes out, Zu Yan takes the fat man to fly.

Zu Yan, who reacted, immediately felt at ease. He took the fat man so many times, and it would not be too much to let the fat man bear it once!

But soon, Zu Yan regretted it.

The fat man ran and fell heavily, and the ground was extremely heavy, without any buffering. After a while, Zu Yan was dizzy and disgusted. He felt that the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

What's even more terrible is that the fat man ran in the mountains and forests like a flexible wild boar.

The wild boar has thick skin and flesh, of course it is like nothing happened. But the branches, shrubs and vines on Zu Yan were like raindrops. Zu Yan's snow-white skin was increasing, and the blood was crisscrossed, and it was terrible.

He said weakly: "You... can't... run well?"

In just one short sentence, the fat man shook it into three pieces, making Zu Yan almost unable to breathe.

The fat man's voice was crying: "Why are there so much nonsense? Try it if you don't?"

Zu Yan was stunned for a moment, and his tone softened: "Why are you crying? Take a rest when you are tired, don't be so anxious."

The fat man cried directly: "How about not worry? The enemy is going to catch up!"

Zu Yan was stunned for a moment, and he listened carefully, his face changed, and he quickly urged: "Run! Run! Run!"

The fat man cried, "I want to run faster, too, why don't you come?"

Zu Yan was full of anxiety. He was thinking about what to do. When he turned his face to see Zu Chun's face on the other side, he was furious: "Why are you still carrying this thing on your back? The enemy is almost catching up, throw it away!"

The fat man stopped crying: "Don't throw it away!"

Zu Yan's face was stunned: "Don't throw it away? This is a burning butt, why don't you throw it away?"

"This is my spoil! I haven't searched it yet." The fat man said with a firm tone: "The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and you can't lose it if you seize it on the battlefield!"

Zu Yan: “…”

The rumbling sound behind him became more and more obvious, and the ground was trembling, and the sound alone made Zu Yan's face turn pale.

At this time, the fat man calmed down: "Don't be afraid, it's nothing. Ah Hui and I had seen the migration of wild beasts in the wilderness. That scene was so spectacular."

Zu Yan felt that he couldn't understand the fat man. He was usually as timid as a mouse, lazy as a person, and was outrageously greedy for money. At this time, he refused to throw away the spoils, which was typically worth money and lifeless. But this guy just killed Zu Chun and quietly improved the Earth Fire Tower Cannon himself.

Now at such a dangerous time, I haven't abandoned him yet, and I'm still talking and laughing with him.

How come there are such strange and contradictory people in the world?

Zu Yan soon discovered that the fat man was not running straight lines, curved, and constantly changing directions.

He couldn't help asking, "Why don't you run in the direction of the camp?"

"Silly!" Even in the running wildly, the fat man rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Remember in the future, you must not run straight when you run away, otherwise it will be easily chased by wild beasts."

Zu Yan asked subconsciously: "Why?"

"Why are you so stupid? This question is so simple that I don't know how to answer. How are you promoted to a master? You can't go through the back door..."

Zu Yan was about to refute, but the rumbling sound from behind was vaguely seen.

"It's there!"

A loud shout came from afar behind him.

The fat man, who was still energetic just now, changed his face and screamed: "Oh my God!"

The wind was coming from under your feet, like a whirlwind, constantly moving through the forest.

Xing Shan stared at the corpse on the shoulders of the slippery figure in the distance. His face turned ashen and his eyes were bloodshot.

Zu Chun!

Although it was just a back view, Xing Shan was sure that he would never see it wrong.

Zu Chun followed him for many years and gained his trust. The relationship between the two had long exceeded that of ordinary superiors and subordinates. At this time, Xing Shan felt inexplicably sad and angry, and screamed loudly.

Feeling the master's grief and anger, the flower-headed wolf also raised his head and hissed. The bright red flowers on the black and shiny hair turned into flames, slowly leaving its body and floating around. There was no trace of miscellaneous hair around it, and it was pitch black and smooth like silk, holding its head and hissing, and it was extraordinary.

The forelimb of the wolf suddenly stepped on the ground, and the fire filled the air. It carried Xingshan to the sky and rushed towards the figure running away.

Hunting is its best instinct, and its eyes firmly lock on the running prey.

However, the fat voice seemed to have long expected it. It suddenly folded and blocked its sight with the help of a big tree. Then several consecutive and strange changes of directions were found that the prey had actually broken free from his lock.

boom!

The head wolf was like a small hill, smashing heavily on the ground, and the four hooves gushed into the splashing soil with roars, like swinging a wide heavy axe, and the trees within ten feet of radius were cut off in half. They were immediately burned to ashes by the fire, the rocks shattered, and the gravel shot into the forest, like heavy arrows, making a puff sound.

The head wolf left a charred pit several meters in radius on the ground, and then soared into the air again.

The bloody eyes that were as red as gemstones were burning with flames, and they were irritated by their prey.

The plump prey is extremely cunning, and its body changes constantly, slipping like a loach. It sometimes goes to the left and the right, sometimes blocking it with the help of trees, and sometimes drilling into the airtight shrubs.

The prey can always cleverly cut off its locked energy. The first time the head wolf encountered such a slippery prey.

Xing Shan on the wolf's back calmed down from his rage. He was originally a hero. The more angry he was, the calmer he was. He was extremely calm at this moment, and his whole body was filled with cold air.

People who are familiar with Xingshan will definitely run far away at this moment. They know very well how terrible the angry Lord Xingshan is!

Xing Shan stared at the extremely slippery figure coldly. He had to admit in his heart that this was the most thief he had ever seen. He really should not behave like a person. Such a fat and powerful figure could be so agile!

This was the first time he saw such a whistle-snooping position and so powerful!

However, no matter how powerful it is, it is just a whistle.

He sneered on his face and took off the black axe hanging from the side of the head wolf's body.

The fat man's feelings were completely different. His whole body was red, as if he was drunk. The sweat he had before was nowhere to be seen. The blue veins on the back of his neck burst into bloom, his eyes widened, full of fear. The breath was getting heavier and heavier, and red flames could be seen.

Zu Yan, who was carried on his shoulder, could hear the fat man's heartbeat as if he was bulging, and his tight muscles all over his body. His breath was so heavy that he could see the flames, which was a sign that the fire element was exhausted and burned overdrawn.

Fatty...

Zu Yan was inexplicably moved, his nose was sore, and it was so happy that he could meet such a good partner when he woke up from the ice.

He couldn't help but say, "Fatty, throw us away!"

The fat man didn't say a word, running wildly, and his whole body was trembling like a crazy wild boar.

Zu Yan raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Fatty, throw us away!"

The fat man still didn't say a word, as if he didn't hear it.

Zu Yan noticed something was wrong and struggled to look at the fat man's face, shaking all over.

The fat man's pupils were scattered, there was no focal length, only white flames were flowing.

Matsuma Valley.

The embroidery practice of the palm sword envoy has now become the object of everyone's daily practice space. The scenes of strong men holding embroidery needles and sweating all over their heads are so funny.

From time to time, Ai Hui's reprimand was heard next to him.

"Slow down, why do you do so quickly? Are you holding a knife or an axe in your hand?"

"Concentrate, keep your mind steady. Do you know what stability means? Someone behind your butt wants to cut your butt with a knife, and you still finish embroidering it calmly."

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Boss, what should I do if I have that butt?"

"Ass?" Ai Hui tilted his head and thought for a while: "Then he can only finish embroidery and then repair it."

"Hahaha……"

Everyone laughed so hard that they completely forgot about the memories of being laughed at by the onlookers in the Iron Lost Sword Tower.

Shi Zhiguang stared at the embroidery needle in his hand, focusing all his attention, and he turned a deaf ear to everyone's laughter. It has to be said that this is a brand new experience. In previous practice, he experienced rapid pleasure.

The faster the speed, the slower the flow of time.

However, embroidery requires slowness. When the speed is slower to a certain extent, he was surprised to find that he seemed to feel the faster the time flows.

He doesn't know if others are the same?

But when the flow of time increases, he feels another indescribable "slow". His mind is extremely stable, as stable as a stone in the long river of time. Time is like a river, flying past the surface of the stone, but every detail is so clear and three-dimensional.

A very strange feeling, he was addicted to it.

He discovered his talent and was extremely sensitive to speed. Whether it was a speed sword as fast as lightning or a slow and focused embroidery, he would have a different feeling. It was difficult for him to figure out what these feelings were useful.

He asked the boss specifically for advice, and the boss thought about it and asked him to peel off the cocoon.

Compared to embroidery, the speed of stripping silk and cocoons is slower, and Shi Zhiguang's feeling is stronger.

Ai Hui glanced at Shi Zhiguang and secretly praised him in his heart.

With the three sword envoys, Shi Zhiguang has the best talent and the fastest entry into the state.

Hum? Ai Hui suddenly felt something and couldn't help looking at Shi Zhiguang, his expression moving.

The silk thread in Shi Zhiguang's hand suddenly lit up a faint light, buzzing and trembling.
Chapter completed!