Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 281 Flood Dragon Spits Mirage
Fang Yao walked back along the snowy road, the surrounding snow covered her knees and hit her thighs.

Yang Gao poked his head out, "Master, could it be that you have already arrived at the palace?"

"No." Fang Yaoxiu frowned slightly, "The team leader disappeared, and someone went to the front to look for him just now, but after searching back and forth several times, no one was found, probably something happened."

Both Yang Gao and the second young master in the carriage showed surprise, the latter said: "This time the leader is the leader of the altar, how could he disappear for no reason?"

"I don't know, someone went to the back to inform everyone, let's wait here first."

Fang Yao walked under the extended front shed of the carriage, slapped off the snowflakes that fell on her shoulders, and then sat back on the carriage.

After a while, Ah Wu and other members of the Li clan also heard the news and rushed to the front one after another.

"Why did you encounter this kind of thing? Doesn't it mean that the road is too familiar?"

"Yeah, it's a bad day, it's a dark night, and it's still in the valley..."

The crowd couldn't rest, they gathered around the carriage, guessing one by one.

Fang Yao frowned, lowered her voice and said: "We have to pay attention, this matter is strange."

She had also seen the missing team leader before, he was the man who sat on the saddle with the chief of the Golden Pavilion yesterday outside the latrine of the inn.

"The person who is most familiar with this road is the leader. The others are not missing, but he is missing..."

Fang Yao's complexion was darker than the night, "He was either killed, or there was a conspiracy."

Everyone can't help but look at me, I look at you, think about it carefully, and think...it really makes sense.

Ah Wu couldn't help but nervously said: "Then, what shall we do?"

"What are you afraid of? Whoever dares to touch us will give him a knife!" Yang Gao pulled out the long knife hanging from his waist and said harshly.

Fang Yao glanced at the back of the convoy, the lanterns in the snowstorm and dark night became hazy, and there were vaguely people rushing here with the lanterns.

Although she was feeling uneasy in her heart, she couldn't make everyone feel uneasy.

Fang Yao pretended to be calm and comforted: "Don't be too nervous, even if it is really a conspiracy, it may not be against us."

Her words seemed to have magical powers, and the originally tense members of the Li clan immediately calmed down.

Taking advantage of the fuzzy figure before arriving, Fang Yao hurriedly said: "Don't be in a hurry, go back and wait first, call the whistle if you need anything."

She said and added, "Even if there is something, don't panic, I'm here."

"Yes!"

Everyone returned to their carriages, there were 30 of them in total, except Fang Yao and Yang Gao, the rest were in groups of four.

The two people outside the car and the two people inside the car are there to take care of each other inside and out. If there is an emergency, they will use the whistle to notify everyone.

Fang Yao has already taken off the mask and put it on her face. With this, the world in front of her eyes becomes clear in an instant.

The fuzzy figure also gradually gained outlines, with a chilling look in the familiar eyebrows and eyes.

The other party was getting closer, and the black robe was blown by the wind, and Fan Chen noticed the burning eyes, and looked at her.

"Mother..."

The soldiers following behind him also saw Yao's terrifying mask under the lantern, and screamed in fright.

"It's just a mask, don't make a fuss about it."

Fan Chen reprimanded him coldly, and the soldiers immediately fell silent, not daring to take another look at Fang Yao.

Fang Yao glanced lightly at Fan Chen through the eyes of the mask, but this time he didn't ask who he was again.

After thinking for a moment, she took the initiative to speak: "Master Fan, I heard that the leader of the team has disappeared, we..."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted impatiently by Fan Chen, "I know about it, so I'm here to ask everyone to move on, so don't delay the schedule."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Fang Yao and disappeared into the wind and snow with one stride of his long legs.

Fang Yao stared at his back and gritted her teeth. Sure enough, this guy was annoying more often.

Yang Gao poked his head out of the carriage again, and asked doubtfully, "That was Lord Fan just now, right? Are you not looking for anyone?"

"Ah."

Fang Yao squinted her eyes, looked at the light that was getting farther and farther ahead, and said with deep eyes.

She now feels that the disappearance of the team leader...is probably a conspiracy.

The convoy moved forward again, and the crisp sound of bells colliding and shaking sounded again in the wind and snow, and the sounds overlapped.

Fang Yao raised the reins and gave a long shout: "Drive."

Yang Gao and the second young master were also squatting at the door of the carriage, and the latter was pulling at the door, poking his head forward and looking around, and asked in a low voice: "Hey, tell me, did the missing leader accidentally break into Tongtian Road? what?"

Fang Yao rolled her eyes and was too lazy to reply.

On the contrary, Yang Gao scratched his head and said: "Tongtian Road is so easy to meet, even if we meet, it should be met by a half fairy like our master."

"..."

Fang Yao's eyelids twitched. No wonder these guys listened to her so much. It turned out that she was a half-immortal existence in their eyes.

This is really enough to flatter her.

So one of them held a long knife in his hand and looked around vigilantly, while the other stretched his neck and looked around, hoping to meet the legendary road to heaven.

Fang Yao sat outside and carefully drove the carriage. The further back the road was, the more difficult it was to walk. It would be easier to walk along the traces made by the carriage in front.

The second young master seemed to have a lot of research on Tianqi Mountain, chatting endlessly along the way.

"Let me tell you, the altar of Tianqi Mountain is very mysterious. There are many strange ancient totems engraved around the altar, and the holy scene of immortals descending is recorded on it..."

"Also, Tianqi Mountain is the dragon vein of Daxiang, and the ancient altar is at the head of the dragon vein, and it is speculated that the coming of the immortal is related to the dragon spit mirage in the mountain..."

He talked eloquently for a long time, Fang Yao's heart suddenly moved, and she couldn't help repeating: "The dragon spit mirage?"

The second young master was a little excited: "Huh? Master, you also know this?"

"Our master is a half-immortal, so it's very strange to know this." Yang Gao said disapprovingly.

"Hey, yeah, my mind is confused..."

The two sang together, but Fang Yao didn't speak.

She had indeed heard of Jiaolong Spit Mirage before she crossed, but it was only a sporadic description of the mirage.

In the eyes of the ancients, optical refraction scenes such as mirages are fairyland in the mirage spit out by dragons.

Suddenly, her heart moved. Could it be that the fairy descending and the road to the sky that I have been talking about for a long time are just mirages? ? ?
If this phenomenon is in the mountains, it can also be called a mountain mirage.

She quickly turned her head: "The road to heaven you mentioned..."

"Yeah, someone!"

Suddenly, the second young master pointed to the front left and let out a low cry.

Fang Yao and Yang Gao immediately looked along his arm, and couldn't help but look surprised.

Sure enough, a few feet away, there was a shadow flashing past, moving very quickly, not like a human being.

It seemed that it was rushing towards a certain carriage ahead, but after waiting for a while, there were no screams or cries for help.

After a while, the second young master jumped out of the carriage and ran forward stumblingly.

Fang Yao grabbed him with her backhand and scolded: "Are you bewitched?"

She was so strong that the seven-foot-tall man was forced to stagger back by her, and the latter was still yelling: "Don't, don't pull me! That looks like my third sister's carriage!"

Fang Yao's complexion was very ugly: "Don't you think there is something wrong?"

"Ah... where..."

The second young master swallowed dry saliva, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Fang Yao didn't speak, just took out the whistle and blew vigorously, but no one responded.

Yang Gao widened his eyes and suddenly realized!

The carriages were very close to each other, but after they stopped for a while, the carriage behind... unexpectedly failed to catch up.

(End of this chapter)