Rescuing the Beautiful and Strong yet Miserable Second Lead Character

"Big brother, don't worry, I understand." The youngest demon said, "They killed the second brother, and I will kill two immortals to avenge the second brother. Exchange one for two, and we still make money."

made money? What is this description?

Luo Han realized that the situation seemed a bit wrong, the aura here was very rich, even more abundant than Sanqingtian, but the native language was full of a sense of incompatibility.

If there really is such a blessed land in the fairy world, will it be a wasteland without development? Where is she now?

Luo Han was a little anxious, now the situation is unknown, Ling Qingxiao is still injured, she needs to restore contact with Tiangong as soon as possible. But now is not the time to think about this. The three demons outside are getting closer and closer to their hiding place, and soon, they will be searched for in this bush.

If it was Luo Han alone, she could have escaped secretly, but Ling Qingxiao was still in a coma. These three demons were obviously not good at coming, and she couldn't let them threaten Ling Qingxiao.

Luo Han looked in the storage ring, and finally found a set of needles in the corner. Before leaving for Xi'er Mihai, Ling Qingxiao took her to buy it in Amaterasu. This set of needles was originally an attacking magic weapon, but there were some accidents at the end, which couldn't contain the aura. It was treated as a waste by the store, but Ling Qingxiao caught it. Ling Qingxiao said at the time that this set of needles was suitable as a hidden weapon. Luo Han had never had the opportunity to use it before. Unexpectedly, it came in handy now.

After a demons walked into the woods, they gradually distanced themselves from the other two. Luo Han lurked behind the grass and controlled the spirit needle to slowly approach the back of the opponent's head. As expected, this set of spirit needles fluctuated very little, and the demons did not notice anything behind him. When he stepped on a branch, his ear seemed to catch some sound. The Mozu was about to look back, but first saw a thin needle pierced out of his forehead. Under the dappled sunlight, the needle tip glowed coldly. meaning.

After that, a chill came from the back of the head, followed by intense pain in his head. His brain was damaged by the ice needle, before he could say a word, he convulsed and fell to the ground.

The corpse fell on the grass with a muffled sound. Another demons heard the voice and asked, "Brother, what are you doing again?"

He even called several times without seeing his brother answer. The Mozu was wary in his heart, holding the knife, and slowly approached.

When he got closer, he slashed through the grass with a knife. Unexpectedly, there was no enemy behind him. Instead, his younger brother was sitting on the trunk with his back facing him, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Mozu breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Are you being lazy here again? Get up quickly. Big Brother will come to remind you later."

However, no matter what he said, his brother sat motionless by the tree. The Mozu felt strange, he strode closer and smashed his brother's shoulders hard: "I'm talking to you..."

After turning around like this, he realized that his brother's eyes were wide and wide, and they were completely abnormal. The alarm bell in the Mozu's heart immediately wanted to get up, but it was too late, and a needle shot out from his brother's hair. At such a close distance, he had no time to react.

The ice needle pierced his eyes, even if the demons refined their bodies, the eyes were still the most vulnerable place. The ice needle easily entered the brain through the eyes, and then rotated around in the brain, completely destroying the opponent's brain.

Once the brain was severely injured, the fairy Daluo could not be saved. In the blink of an eye, the second demons also died.

But this time, Luo Han couldn't do the same as before. The demons let out a scream when they were pierced into the eyes, and their eldest brother heard the sound and immediately swung his knife towards the grass.

Luo Han's hiding place was also exposed as a result, the eldest brother let out a cry of pain when he saw the corpse behind the grass. There were no scars on their bodies, and no blood on their clothes, and they looked the same as they did when they were alive. But the eldest brother knew that his two younger brothers had already suffered a bad deal.

The eldest brother rushed towards Luo Han from grief and anger. His attacks are fierce and wild, with no moves, but with great lethality. Luo Han was originally a long-range player, but he was restrained very seriously when he encountered such a wild road.

Luo Han fought and retreated. She was racking her brains to think about any other magic weapon to attack. Suddenly a sword light flew from behind, piercing the body of the demon from her back, killing her with a single blow.

Luo Han looked up in surprise and found that Ling Qingxiao was standing not far away holding a sword. After using this trick, he seemed to have exhausted his spiritual power and fell down.

Luo Han hurriedly rushed over, and quickly held Ling Qingxiao's arm: "How are you, don't talk, I'll give you medicine."

Luo Han was about to take out the Bodhi essence immediately, Ling Qingxiao's expression suddenly changed, and she pressed her palm. The ice in Ling Qingxiao's palm shocked Luo Han. She was about to ask what's wrong. Suddenly, there were many sounds of bows and arrows around her: "Don't move."

Luo Han froze and did not dare to move anymore. Ling Qingxiao also had a cold face, and looked around, silently squeezing the sword with his fingers.

Many people jumped out in the woods and behind the grass. Their dresses were also very strange. The people on the outside kept pointing their bows and arrows at them. Luo Han was on the alert. A path was suddenly separated from the crowd on the opposite side. A woman with the appearance of a leader came up and saw Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao, and asked in surprise: "The fairy?"

Luo Han was startled, why did he ask? The leader didn't wait for the two to reply, she saw the remnant aura on Ling Qingxiao's sword, and she had already extracted the answer: "It's the fairy clan. Put down the arrow, it's her own."

After the leader's words were finished, everyone around him actually put down their bows and arrows. Obviously they were fighting each other just now, but in a blink of an eye, these people didn't have the slightest grievance, and they approached familiarly and asked, "Why are you here? Which clan are you from?"

Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao glanced at each other, and both felt that things might be out of the ordinary. Luo Han was vigilant and said: "We were just passing by and we didn't know why we got here. We were attacked as soon as we came in. I have no choice but to act first."

A tanned young man waved his hand broadly: "It's okay, you don't need to be afraid. When you see the demons, you must act boldly. Anyway, it is not them that kills us, or we kill them. When you have experience, you can kill the enemy for merit. Woolen cloth."

Luo Han helped Ling Qingxiao to stand up slowly, and such a big movement affected Ling Qingxiao's wounds. Ling Qingxiao couldn't help but cough on his head. When the leader saw it, he frowned and said, "How did you get hurt by the demons like this? Which children are you from, and how do your adults take care of them?"

Ling Qingxiao wiped the blood from his lips. He did not answer, but asked, "Dare to ask where this is?"

The teenagers around felt that Ling Qingxiao’s question was strange, but still enthusiastically replied, "Xiang Shi."

Ling Qingxiao opened her eyes in surprise: "Xiangshi fight?"

The talking boy scratched his head and said: "We are indeed fighting here, but it is not a frontline, and it is not a big deal. But the name Xiangshizhan sounds grand!"

Luo Han's immortal demon history is not well repaired, and she has no impression of this name. Luo Han asked Ling Qingxiao quietly: "Where is the Elephant Stone War?"

She had just finished asking, when people around her suddenly cheered. Luo Han looked up in surprise and saw a figure flying across the sky. I can't see the face of the other side far away, but the snake tail behind her is very eye-catching, and I can't ignore it if I want to ignore it.

The human body is snake-tailed, and when you open the history books of any clan, there is only one person who can be recorded in this way.

The creation **** Nuwa.

Luo Han was already surprised, and Ling Qingxiao also looked at the horizon and answered her question in a low voice: "Xiangshi, ancient books record that this is an ancient battlefield in the South China Sea, but the exact location is no longer available."

On the battlefield of elephant stone, miracles are endless, the fairy and the devil will kill if they see it...

Where it is is already obvious. Ling Qingxiao sighed silently: "This is the medieval battlefield."

Luo Han understood every word in Ling Qingxiao's words, but when combined, she couldn't understand it.

After Nu Wa flew from the sky, these immortals were as excited as a chicken blood, and they ran out one by one. Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao were the two wounded at the end. Luo Han asked in a low voice, "Isn't the medieval battlefield in the Middle Ages?"

"Yes."

Luo Han felt that her problem was very mentally retarded, but it was really a serious problem. Luo Han couldn't think of how to express his meaning for a while, so he could only change the question: "Aren't we on Waiyin Island in the South China Sea?"

"Yes." Ling Qingxiao sighed, "The vicissitudes of life, the South China Sea of ​​later generations, at this time, is still a wilderness."

After Ling Qingxiao finished speaking, she added seriously: "You have a poor class."

"Is this the point?" Luo Han faintly collapsed, "So, we have come to the past? And it is recognized as the most turbulent and darkest medieval era in history?"

Ling Qingxiao nodded and said softly, "Looking at the status quo, it's like this."

Luo Han's mentality completely collapsed.

She thought that she was just changed place by the thunder robbery, wherever she thought, even time and space were changed.

Luo Han was very silent all the way. She thought of the Tuan Yuan beast she had sent to Fusang Island before she left, Ye Zinan who had made an appointment with her to travel to Yunzhou before going out, and Ling Chongyu and Yunmenghan whose plot had not yet been resolved. , And when she left the house this morning, she put the book on the table before she could close it.

They were talking together not long ago. Could it be that she became their ancestor in a blink of an eye, and see you in the ancestral shrine in the future?

Seeing that Luo Han was too deep, Ling Qingxiao suppressed the cough in his throat and asked in a dumb voice: "What's the matter?"

"There are flowers that can be broken and you must be broken. Don't wait for no flowers to be broken. The ancestors sincerely don't deceive me." Luo Han was very sad. "When I went out today, there was a dish of Tanhua cake on the table. Soon, I left two yuan. I should have eaten it at the time."

Ling Qingxiao probably didn't expect this to be the case. He slowed down, not sure how to comfort him: "...It doesn't matter, there will be more in the future."

Ling Qingxiao thought for a while, and actually proved to Luo Han the possibility of eating Tanhua cake: "The main ingredients of Tanhua cake are Yuetan and purple glutinous rice. Yuetanhua appeared at the turn of the Middle Ages and the ancient times. The first place it appeared was the Guazhou border. Although it is a little far away from Xiangshi, there were several local truces in the late Middle Ages. As long as the route is planned, it may not be impossible to get it. Zinuo was bred only in recent times. Now it is difficult to find Zinuo, but with white spirits Waxy substitution is also possible."

Luo Han listened for a while and gave a soft "tsk".

Ling Qingxiao asked seriously: "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Luo Han shook his head, "Some people really have their own abilities when they are single. You are still hurt, stop talking."

Soon they walked out of the woods. Not far away, the green hills were so beautiful, the smoke rising from the foot of the mountain, the traffic on the paddock, the chickens and dogs heard each other, Luo Han couldn't tell whether this was the immortal world or the mortal world.

People in the village found them back and shouted at them from far away. The people in the team also waved their hands one after another: "Aniang, Daddy, we are back!"

In the Middle Ages, all the people were fighting, and the soldiers fighting on the battlefield were also parents, children, husband and wife, brothers and sisters. Many of the people in the team are not very old. They have just grown up, they are still half-old children, and they are about to go to battle to kill the enemy.

Getting closer to the entrance of the village, the young people in the team couldn't hold back, waving their hands and rushing towards their families. Someone in the team blamed someone and laughed, and the leader turned one eye to this. It was already lunch time, the leader let everyone disband at the entrance of the village, and turned around to see Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao, and couldn't help frowning: "He was seriously injured and can't be delayed anymore. He needs immediate treatment. Do you two remember the way you came? Or what is the name of your tribe, I will ask you to send you back."

Luo Han hadn't heard the primitive word "tribe" for a long time. She realized once again that they are now in the Middle Ages, an era of chaos, turbulence, and a sharp decline in population, but it is gorgeous, brilliant, and talented.

Where is there a tribe between Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao, Luo Han quickly put on a tragic look, and said pitifully, "We have no home. Our home was destroyed in the chaos of war, and now there are only two of us, me and... brother We have been in exile all the way to this point, and we don’t know where we can go next."

The tribal leader showed a sad expression. In this era, such stories happen almost every day. Children lose their parents, wives lose their husbands, and everyone is burdened with the blood and hatred of their loved ones.

Ling Qingxiao frowned and looked down at Luo Han. Brother and sister?

Luo Han hurriedly winked at Ling Qingxiao and signaled him not to tear down the stage. Pig's brain knows that he can't say that he is from the future. In this chaotic age, self-destructing his identity is simply rushing to die. Luo Han casually made up an orphan status for herself, and by the way created a sibling personality for her and Ling Qingxiao.

It doesn't matter what their status is, it's important to quickly find a place to stay. Ling Qingxiao's injuries were unstoppable, and now they were injured one by one and the other weak, and they still appeared outside the other party's tribe inexplicably. It was most reasonable to say that they were brothers and sisters.

The leader of the tribe sighed: "I have pity on you. Since you have nowhere to go, you might as well stay in our tribe first. When your brother is healed, if you are willing to stay, then join our tribe. If you don't want to, you too Being able to leave freely, I will not hold you. What do you think?"

The leader of the tribe is willing to accept them. It is really a good person. Luo Han quickly thanked: "Thank you, the leader, we are willing."

The tribe leader led them to a vacant wooden house. It can be seen that there have been no people living here for a long time, and a thin layer of dust fell on the door and window edges. The houses in the Middle Ages cannot hold high hopes, the shapes inside are very simple. In the north of the yard, a wooden house runs from left to right. It is about three large. There are two thatched huts on the east and west sides. An open-air stove is leaning against the south wall. There is nothing else.

It is naturally incomparable with the magnificent Tiangong and the solemn Zhongshan. It is not even comparable to an ordinary inn in Zhongzhongtian, but compared to the houses of other villagers, this courtyard can be said to be very good. After all, the two of them are foreigners, and it is very rare that the tribal leader can be so generous to two strangers of unknown origin.

Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao have nothing to fault. As the tribe leader led them in, he said: "This yard is not too big, but although the sparrow is small and has five internal organs, it should have all the utensils in it. You have few brothers and sisters, so you should be carefree if you live here. Yes. The only shortcoming of this house is probably the location, which is far away from the surrounding houses."

In the war-torn era, such shortcomings were simply fatal. However, for Ling Qingxiao and Luo Han, remoteness is not a disadvantage, but an advantage. Luo Han said quickly: "Not far, this is already very good. Thank you, Chief!"

"It's good if you live well." The leader looked at them and smiled. The two children were nurtured intensively at first glance. Exquisiteness can be seen everywhere in their gestures. The clothes and accessories on their bodies are unprecedented for the leader. At first, the tribe leader was worried that these two obviously famous children would not be used to living. Now they accept it well, the tribe leader also breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Ling Qingxiao raised his hand to cover his lower lip. He didn't say a word, only frowning. The tribe leader immediately saw that Ling Qingxiao was enduring his wounds. When encountering such a wounded, the tribe leader didn't know what to say. She hurriedly greeted: "Okay, don't stand. Your brother has injuries on his body, help him to lie down in there."

Luo Han responded and helped Ling Qingxiao into the house. Ling Qingxiao slowly leaned on the bed frame, Luo Han helped him sit on the side of the bed, and the tribe leader sat on the stool, reaching out to give Ling Qingxiao a pulse.

The leader pressed for a while, his brows wrinkled and tightened: "Have you met the devil?"

Luo Han should be: "Yes. We are no match, he blocked me."

"Fortunately, you are a dragon, and you have a good natural foundation. If you change to someone else, you will die long ago." The tribe leader took out a bamboo slip and quickly engraved on it with spiritual power, "We often fought against the demons. The medicines for trauma are all ready-made. You will come with me to fetch them later, and give him a decoction every morning and evening. Medicines for internal injuries are a little troublesome, and you may need to go to the mountains to collect medicines."

Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao are siblings, and the leader recognizes Ling Qingxiao as a dragon clan after knowing the pulse, and naturally he also classifies Luo Han as a dragon clan. Luo Han did not refute, and carefully asked the leader what he should pay attention to during the decoction.

Ling Qingxiao leaned on the bed, he saw the leader engraving on the purple bamboo, and he stopped talking.

Purple glass bamboo is on the verge of extinction. It is a very precious material for refining. Just adding a piece of purple glass bamboo to the embryo of the sword will make the blade extremely tough. Back. Such a precious treasure, the leader cut such a complete piece, and used it to memorize the prescription?

Ling Qingxiao couldn't help but feel distressed.

After the leader finished writing, Luo Han accepted the prescription and solemnly thanked him. She personally sent the leader out, and by the way, followed the leader to get medicinal materials for the treatment of trauma. Sure enough, as the leader said, the medicinal materials are all complete, and everyone doesn't even need the leader to dispense the medicine, and they know which ones to take.

After fighting for a long time, basically every family taught themselves to become a doctor. The leader gave Luo Han the matching medicinal materials and said: "I'm still looking for medicines for internal injuries. You should decoct the medicines for external injuries first, and feed them to your brother twice in the morning and evening. There is also a prescription for external application, which is not necessary. , But the supporting use is good for his recovery from injury, do you want to use it?"

When Luo Han heard that he wanted it, the leader took another medicine and said: "Twice a day, change the medicine every morning and evening. The herbal medicine will not be fresh after a long period of time, so I will give you a five-day portion first, and wait for it to be used. When it's over, you come to me again."

Luo Han should be. She felt a sense of disharmony when she heard the leader's words. Time was stagnant in the storage bag. If she was afraid of the decay of the herbal medicine, just put it in the storage bag. Luo Han had never encountered anything corrupt in the fairy world. The leader said so, could it be that they don't have storage bags here?

Luo Han's eyes swept quietly, and as far as he could see, he did not find any magical tools related to space. Luo Han listened to his heart and silently put his storage bag inside his sleeve.

The immortal world of the Middle Ages and the immortal world of later generations are completely two concepts.

Luo Han couldn't reveal that he had storage space, so he could only pick up five days' worth of herbs, and bite the bullet and hugged them all the way back. After entering the house, she closed the door and put the herbs in the storage bag.

I don't know if I don't wear it. I only realized after crossing it that the Apocalypse Ji had so many convenient and easy-to-use artifacts.

Ten Thousand Years in the Immortal World is an epoch, similar to the mortal year, when they crossed from Waiyin Island, it was the Apocalypse Era.

Luo Han approached the house and found that Ling Qingxiao had gotten out of bed at some unknown time and looked at it repeatedly with the bamboo slips he had just received. Luo Han raised his heart and asked: "What's wrong? There is a problem with the prescription?"

"No." Ling Qingxiao shook her head and sighed, "This is Zilizhu. They actually use Zilizhu to write."

Luo Han asked silently: "Zilizhu is..."

"A precious material for refining, especially suitable for refining swords." Ling Qingxiao seemed to really care about it, and even her words had changed for the first time. "There are only less than ten purple glass bamboos left in the entire world, and every one grows one. Festivals are important events in the immortal world. After the bamboo joints are grown, special personnel will carefully cut down the bamboo joints and distribute them to various places. The amount is accurate to the silk. But if this is the case, the growth rate of the purple bamboo bamboo is getting slower and slower. , I’m afraid it’s going to be extinct in tens of thousands of years. How can they use such precious materials to write?"

Luo Han understood Ling Qingxiao's feelings. Once he traveled, he suddenly found that their first-level protected plants were everywhere, and even the same treatment as the dog's tail grass, which is estimated to be unacceptable to anyone. Luo Han piled the herbs he had taken from the leader on the table and said: "Look at these again, I guess there are more precious species in it."

Ling Qingxiao glanced roughly and saw several extinct legendary sacred grasses. The value of this medicine is not precious at all, it is priceless.

Ling Qingxiao received frequent shocks, and her heart was not well. Luo Han originally planned to feed Ling Qingxiao the elixir given to her by the Bodhi tree, but now it seems that it might be saved.

In the Middle Ages, there was abundant aura and prosperous vegetation, something that was regarded as a treasure of heaven and earth by later generations, but now it is really just weeds on the side of the road. In addition, Xiangshi has fought against the demons for many years, and has a unique secret recipe for treating traumatic and internal injuries. It may be better to use the leader's medicine than the linden tree.

Those that Bodhi tree gave her are more appropriate to save the emergency. Now they are the real ancient secret recipes and ancient secret medicines. Why not use them?

Later generations Da Neng struggled for a ruined prescription. Now, the medicinal materials and prescriptions like a small mountain are piled in front of them. If there is a place where they don't understand, they can directly ask the founder of the prescription. I don't know how many people are going to vomit blood because of this opportunity.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages to wearing it to the Middle Ages. Luo Han quietly said to Ling Qingxiao: "There seems to be no storage bag here."

Ling Qingxiao nodded: "The space formation was created by Ming Wu Xianzun. After Ming Wu Xianzun shut the swallowing beast in Xi'er Mihai, he used his life's energy to continuously improve the space formation. Storage bags, space rings, etc. They were all discovered by later generations after studying the classics written by Ming Wu Xianzun. Ming Wu Xianzun’s birth date cannot be checked, but the year he succeeded to the throne is clearly recorded in history books. The medieval war was already in the time of his succession. It was over, and it took another 100,000 years after he succeeded, before he imprisoned the Swallow Yuan beast, and successively laid down a large array in Xi'er Mihai, and established the theory of space formation in his later years. Now that the battle of the Middle Ages has not yet ended, it is doubtful whether Mingwu Xianzun was born. , Naturally, there will be no spatial instruments."

Luo Han said, she thought for a while and said, "Isn't it, many magical artifacts can't be used?"

"That's right." Ling Qingxiao sighed, "During this time, try not to use storage bags and storage rings. The contents can be avoided or avoided. Try not to use them. There is a big gap between the Middle Ages and the Apocalypse era, even furniture. The shapes are different. Those beds, pillows, and cups of yours are not usable."

Luo Han was stunned. Overnight, her standard of living fell from a delicate girl back to the Stone Age?