Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Hearing Xiao Chuchu's wailing, Wang Xuebin sighed, raised his right hand, a red flame ignited, and waved back, in an instant, a bonfire was lit in front of the two girls.

The colorful flames were jumping, exuding a frightening heat, fuming on everyone's bodies, bringing some warmth.

Then, Wang Xuebin knelt down on one knee, and lightly touched the ground with his right hand. In an instant, the soil condensed into a ball and solidified into a blue-gray rock slab, extending from the direction of his hand to the direction of the two women, connecting their bodies with the Separated by cold and wet ground.

The two girls were still paralyzed on the ground, one with a sad expression and the other with a dull expression. Wang Xuebin shook his head and sighed again, not paying attention.

Turning his head to look in the direction of the plastic doll with regret, he walked over to the doll's side, picked up the muddy doll, wiped off the dirt on it, and carefully put it aside.

"...Brother Xuebin..."

Xiaoyu took a few steps forward, came to Wang Xuebin's side, also squatted down, looked at Wang Xuebin's face with nostalgia, and said softly:

"...Xiaoyu can't bear you..."

Beside Xiaoyu, Wang Xuebin showed a sincere smile that he would only show when leaning into Xiaoyu, stroked her hair, shook his head, and did not speak.

Both he and Xiaoyu knew very well that in the near future, it would be two species that had lost their emotions that would return to the real world.

No one knows what choice they will make, but both of them know...they will no longer be themselves...as for who...who knows...

"... let's get ready!

...First restore the time and space of this world...to its original state..."

Looking at Wang Xuebin's peaceful smiling face, Xiaoyu nodded slowly, stood up, her eyes lit up with crystal green light.

"...Brother Xuebin, I'm ready!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin also nodded, stood up, sighed again, brushed off the dust that did not exist on his body, and looked in the direction of Bull Demon King and Zhu Bajie.

"...they first, then Huangmei, get ready to do it!"

"understand!"

In the same place, Wang Xuebin's complexion tightened, he folded his hands, and slowly pushed forward...

Then, he clenched his fists back lightly and withdrew!

In an instant, the disgraced Bull Demon King and the bruised Zhu Bajie suddenly appeared in front of everyone under the distortion of space.

I saw the Bull Demon King holding a mixed iron rod, seemingly relentlessly pressing on Zhu Bajie's nine-toothed rake, his face was full of jokes and arrogance.

Suddenly, sensing the change in position, the Bull Demon King's expression tightened, and he kicked Zhu Bajie flying tens of meters away. He erected his iron rods with both hands, looked in Wang Xuebin's direction warily, and roared with a distorted expression:

"Wang Xuebin! You are cheating!"

"Cheating? Where did you start talking about this?"

Wang Xuebin said, his hands are not light, his feet are light, the whole person rises from the ground, and flies towards the direction of the Bull Demon King, raising his hand, punching, and hitting...

'boom! ! ! '

A punch hit the mixed iron rod, and there was a shocking metal roar. The Bull Demon King, who was about to say something, was punched into the ground by Wang Xuebin before he could make a sound.

The energy of the explosion was converted into heat energy, causing smoke to rise from the ground, and accompanied by the painful groans of the bull demon king who was smashed into the ground, a burnt smell diffused.

In the distance, Zhu Bajie stood up, held a rake in his hand, looked around blankly, saw the figures of Wang Xuebin and Xiaoyu, jumped quickly, and came to Wang Xuebin with a "boom".

"...Are you that Boss Wang? You were rescued? That's good, that's good! Where's Little Qian'er? Let's hurry up while the Bull Demon King is away, we'll be in trouble when the Bull Demon King comes back!"

Zhu Bajie's voice was a little hoarse, and he yelled impatiently, holding the rake tightly with his hands, and his pair of small eyes kept patrolling around, alert to the figure of the Bull Demon King.

After a while, I noticed that Wang Xuebin was just standing aside quietly, without any intention of moving, and the whole person was so anxious that he was going crazy!

"What the hell are you doing in a daze? I can't beat the old pig. Don't hurry up, Xiaoyu, aren't you saving people? Don't worry about it! What's the ink stain?"

Zhu Bajie yelled frantically, while searching for Lu Xiaoqian's figure.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the fragrance of the soil, along with the smell of burnt cowhide, entered Zhu Bajie's nostrils.

Zhu Bajie, who was looking for Lu Xiaoqian's figure, was stunned for a moment, and slowly looked towards the direction where the smell came from.

Not far away, in a mud pit emitting green smoke, a half-drawn horn and a piece of the head of a mixed iron rod playfully drilled out of the soft soil.

At the place where the bull's horns were half drawn, there could be vaguely seen a rising smoke, and the burnt smell he smelled was coming from here.

The dumbfounded Zhu Bajie slowly turned his head, looked stiffly at Wang Xuebin whose clothes were not messed up, raised his hand and quietly pointed in the direction of the mud pit.

Seeing his movements, Wang Xuebin didn't mean to hide anything. He looked at him quietly with his eyes, and nodded gently.

"Uh~"

I saw Zhu Bajie gasped, the rake in his hand became like noodles, limply hanging down, and slumped to the ground, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, and asked tremblingly:

"...Then...then...what about Xiao...Xiaoqian..."

Beside Wang Xuebin, Xiaoyu glanced at him indifferently, then raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the pothole.

"Uh~"

Taking another breath, Zhu Bajie rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground in a faint. When he fell, he deliberately chose a piece of dirt that didn't hurt his butt.

Seeing this scene, Xiaoyu glanced at him speechlessly, twitched the corner of her mouth, and turned to look at Wang Xuebin.

On the side, Wang Xuebin just shook his head speechlessly, looked at Xiaoyu, and said softly:

"...Fake it, I'll get the Bull Demon King here first!"

As he said that, he took a step forward and appeared in the pothole just now, stepping on the head of the Bull Demon King.

In just an instant, the Bull Demon King, who was hiding under the mud and was about to attack Wang Xuebin when Wang Xuebin was not paying attention, suddenly found that he had lost the ability to cast spells.

It wasn't that he couldn't sense his magic power, but that his spellcasting ability was rejected by the world. This discovery made him panic.

Then, before he could react, there was a pain in the horn, and then the whole cow was pulled out by the horn, and was smashed to the ground with the backhand, joining the 'fainted' Zhu Bajie.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, it hurts, it hurts..."

The Bull Demon King cried out in pain while clutching the bull's horns. While shouting, Zhu Bajie, who was lying beside him, also quietly retracted the pig's ears.

Looking at the two monsters who had easily lost their ability to resist, Xiaoyu couldn't help but rolled her beautiful eyes, took a deep breath, and said speechlessly:

"... shame on me!

Hurry up, hurry up and get Huang Mei over, send them back earlier, and clean them up sooner! "

On the side, Wang Xuebin nodded, looked towards the southern sky, and said softly:

"...Huangmei...the situation is a bit special...I'll go there myself..."

Chapter 690 This is not my hometown

In the dark and narrow room, a yellow-haired man in dark blue with white stripes was lying sideways on a metal canopy bed in the corner, facing the wall.

There are no windows in the narrow room, only a small exhaust fan, spinning flickeringly, can bring a small amount of fresh air.

But obviously, the pungent smell of disinfectant and turbid air in the narrow room showed the incompetence of the exhaust fan.

Suddenly, there was a sound of quick footsteps, and the yellow-haired young man on the bed frowned immediately, and slowly opened his cloudy eyes.

'嘡啷啷...Kaka...'

"Huangmei, someone is here to visit!"

Hearing the familiar sound of metal collisions, Huang Mei got up, turned her head, covered the dazzling light from the door with one hand, frowned, and did not speak.

'Boom boom! '

"...Hurry up and pack up, Professor Li is here to see you!"

The visitor knocked hard twice on the heavy iron door with the handcuffs on his hands, looked up and down the slovenly man with yellow eyebrows, shook his head, and urged loudly.

Hearing the name mentioned by the visitor, Huang Mei frowned even tighter...

In the visiting room, Professor Li was sitting on a chair with his elbows hanging under the table. Only his hands were crossed and lightly placed on the table, and he unconsciously revealed a cautious posture.

'嘡啷啷...嘡啷啷...'

The sound of heavy iron chains sounded, Professor Li frowned, stood up, and looked in the direction of the sound.

'Squeak~~'

The heavy iron door was slowly opened, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of Professor Li.

"...yellow...yellow..."

"...Just call me Lao Huang! I'm over [-] years old this year, and calling me Lao Huang is not your fault..."

Seeing Professor Li's figure, Huang Mei couldn't help softening his expression a little. Hearing the other party's uneasy tone, he pretended to be a fool and sat down opposite Professor Li calmly.

"...Huangmei, are you okay..."

Looking at Huang Mei with haggard face, Professor Li couldn't call Lao Huang after all. He sighed softly, sat back on his seat slowly, and asked concerned.

Seeing Professor Li's concerned expression, Huang Mei smiled arrogantly, raised his eyebrows, and said proudly:

"... Your Majesty, I am a monster, who dares to do anything to me?

Eat well, live well, but freedom is subject to some restrictions, but don’t even think about it. When I practiced meditation, my lord, I have been meditating for decades and tens of years. Would I be afraid of him?

To tell you the truth, if you hadn’t come here today, I wouldn’t even see you when someone else came, disturbing my cultivation! "

Hearing Huang Mei's words, Professor Li nodded silently, not exposing the other party's insincere words, sighed softly, took out an insulated bucket from the side, unscrewed the lid, and pushed it over.

"...This...is my stewed chicken. I have stewed eight chickens in total, all with shaved bones, all of which are meat...You...have some!"

On the opposite side, Huang Mei squinted at the surveillance personnel beside him, saw that the other party took the thermos, checked it carefully, nodded, then looked at Professor Li, smiled, and said lightly:

"...Okay, I appreciate your kindness. If there is a chance in the future, I will personally pick you up to be reborn in the Land of Ultimate Bliss!

It's almost time, my Majesty, it's time to go back to meditate, you should go back too! "

As he spoke, he moved his muscles and bones pretending to be relaxed, stood up with the help of the table, raised his chin at Professor Li, hooked the corner of his mouth, and signaled the supervisors to lift the thermos, raised his hands and waved them, and turned to face the coming direction to go.

With a sound of 'squeak', the heavy iron gate slowly closed, once again separating the inside and the outside into two worlds.

In the dark corridor, Huang Mei resumed his expressionless posture again, walking slowly step by step, the fetters weighing tens of catties forced him to go all out with every step he took.

No way, who made him unable to use mana anymore...

Returning to the narrow room, holding the bed board with his hands, he sat down slowly, staring forward with dull eyes, and sat there in a daze.

A moment later, a surveillance officer held a special tray in his hand, and the tray was full of some broken chicken, placed it in front of Huang Mei, and uncuffed him.

He glanced at the tray, and then at the surveillance staff, none of them had any intention of speaking.

It wasn't until the supervisors left that Huang Mei picked up the tray in front of him, turned around, turned his back to the iron gate, grabbed a handful of chicken with his hands, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Looking carefully, tears have already wet the face...

"Do you regret it?"

An abrupt voice sounded behind him, Huang Mei's face stern, he gently put down the chicken in his hand, rubbed his sleeves on his face without any trace, turned his head and stood up.

"...You...you are Wang Xuebin?"

Hearing Huang Mei's address, Wang Xuebin nodded slightly.

"still remember me?"

Huang Mei looked at the well-locked iron door, then at the several monitors in the corner of the roof, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"...how did you get in here?"

"Come in!"

As he spoke, he walked to Huang Mei's bedside, leaned over and sniffed the chicken, and then showed a dazed expression.

"Lao Li has come?"

Seeing Wang Xuebin's movements, Huang Mei took a step forward, protected the chicken in his hands, took two steps back, and looked at Wang Xuebin with a frown:

"...You haven't answered my question yet, how did you get in!"

Wang Xuebin stood up straight, still not intending to answer the question, looked around, looked at Huang Mei, and asked casually:

"Now I have a chance to send you back to your original era, how about it? Would you like to go back?"

"cut!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Huang Mei curled his lips in disdain, turned around and sat back on the bed, grabbed the chicken, stuffed it into his mouth like revenge, and muttered while chewing:

"Are you here to experiment with me again? I can't be fooled by you!

What do you like to say, what do you like to do, if you want me to cooperate, I will tell you if there is no way! "

Looking at the guarded Huang Mei, Wang Xuebin shook his head slightly, stepped forward, came to Huang Mei's side, and patted him hard on the shoulder.