When the love becomes strong, the love turns thin

A true wise man would never dare to underestimate the existence of a simple-minded, well-developed limb.

Just like Feng Yao, when facing Yu Luo, even if she doesn't like her anymore, she still has to speak up.

Of course, Feng Ruo would not admit that he was afraid of Yuluo, this guy who was so horrible except for a little strength.

Always be easily persuaded to do some thankless things.

This time he followed secretly, he must have listened to that immortal again.

But even though this guy has no brains, when he thought of him following him quietly for ten months.

Feng Yao felt again that it was one of the most correct decisions he made not to conflict with Yu Luo if it really wasn't necessary.

This perseverance is really rare.

No wonder the skill is so strong.

No wonder Tianjun chose him as the right envoy.

Speaking of which, the first time he and Yuluo met was not particularly pleasant. It was more than seventy years ago, and they hadn't been selected as envoys, and they weren't the most famous immortals in the heavens.

When he first entered the heavenly realm, he was overwhelmed by the scene of the heavenly realm.

Yes, Immortal Zuo Shi, who downplays everything and never changes his expression, was once stunned and pale with fright.

Even at that time, although he entered the heavenly realm, he was actually just a scholar with no power to restrain himself.

Not only that, but a...

"You sour scholar, what are you doing standing here, you still don't let me get out of the way." There was a burst of force, and the scholar was pushed to the ground.

That man's facial features were distinct, although he was not as resolute and handsome as he was later, he was still in high spirits.

When he saw the scenery of heaven, he had no fear, only excitement.

A stupid scholar who was born to block the way forward.

But I didn't expect that with a slight push, the scholar's body was weak and he fell to the ground.

He hurriedly stepped forward to pull him up, complaining as he pulled: "Sure enough, a scholar is not good at all. Compared to a woman, he might be weaker. You are a scholar among scholars, and you probably can't bear even a single finger of mine." He helped him up, and facing that handsome face, he couldn't continue his complaints.

The scholar ruthlessly shook off the rude man.

Of course, the so-called throwing it away was only his unilateral opinion.

This was the first time he and Yuluo met, Feng Yao sometimes thought of it, and felt that although Yuluo, who had no name at that time, spoke harshly, he was actually right.

He is a young scholar, in this heaven, maybe he can't even compare to that pure white stone slab.

On the contrary, it was the carefree Yuluo, although it was not common, but he was heartless and happy all the time.

At that time, Feng Yao was really jealous of Yu Luo.

This jealousy was well hidden by him, and now he seems to be relieved.

Now, he is the left envoy under the throne of Tianjun, he is not that little scholar with no roots and no family.

Chapter 7

"My lord, you must not leave the fire, there may be wild beasts in this wilderness." The old man said to Wan Heyu.

Wan Heyu nodded slightly.

Feng Yao and Yu Luo didn't panic at all.

The fire can only illuminate a range of a few meters. Even if the old man is obviously a mortal master, he can only see about ten meters away.

Within ten meters or so, there were no ferocious beasts lurking.

But Feng Yao took a look, and knew that in the grass a little further away, there was a tiger staring closely at the fire.

Wild animals are indeed afraid of fire, but they also know that there are prey in the fire.

It's hard to say whether this old man and Mr. Wanhe's experience in field activities are right or wrong.

Yuluo also saw the tiger, and judging by its appearance, it must have been around for some years.

He wasn't very interested, but because he was really bored and wanted to exercise his muscles, he sat next to Feng Yao and poked him with his elbow.

"What's wrong?" Feng Ruo asked.

Yuluo glanced at Wan Heyu who was sitting upright, his lips didn't move, and his voice rang in Feng Yao's ear.

"That tiger, how about I beat it up."

Feng Yao was a little puzzled: "It's just a mortal tiger, even if it is more ferocious, it's not worth your shot."

"My bones are sore and I want to move around," Yuluo said.

Feng Yao was speechless for a while, even so, can a tiger with no spiritual power withstand the rain?

"Don't make trouble, this tiger came just in time, let me see the details of Mr. Wanhe."

"Who's making a fuss, Feng Yao, please be careful what you say to me. I can hit you whenever I want, and I don't care what you want to do." Yu Luo said unhappily.

"Okay, don't be angry if I say something wrong." Feng Yao had no choice but to comfort him.

Yuluo was still angry, she got up and wanted to leave.

Fearing that he would really kill the tiger, Feng Yao quickly grabbed his hand.

Yuluo was originally full of anger, but was held back by Feng Yao and did not shake off.

"Sit down, Mr. Yu." Feng Yao said.

Yuluo snorted.

Feng Yao held his hand helplessly and pulled him back to his side.

"Did you always look down on me and think I'm stupid?" Yu Luo asked after a long pause.

Feng Ruo was startled when he heard the words, and was about to reply.

The tiger over there couldn't hold back any longer and rushed towards its prey.

The old man immediately fought with the tiger.

Feng Ruo's attention followed suit.

Wan Heyu has always looked calm, even though the tiger is coming aggressively, but he just watched quietly.

Yuluo had always been very interested in fighting, so he immediately put the matter behind him and looked excitedly.

The old man's force was good, and the tiger quickly received a sword.

This injury, on the contrary, inspired the tiger's bestiality.

He tried to retaliate against the old man several times but failed, so he suddenly changed his momentum and came towards the fire.

The old man turned pale with fright, but it was too late to return for help.

Feng Yao remained unmoved, and secretly transmitted a voice: "Don't worry about it."

Oh, Yuluo stopped wanting to do it.

The tiger just jumped in front of Wan Heyu, and Wan Heyu finally showed a little panic.

It's just that he has no martial arts skills, so he has to close his eyes and wait for the tiger's attack.

But never waited.

He opened his eyes and saw that the tiger was already lying on the ground, so dead that he couldn't die anymore.

The old man rushed over, checked that Wan Heyu was not injured, and then thanked Yuluo with fists.

It turned out that it was Yuluo who kicked the tiger to death.

Wan Heyu reacted and also thanked Yuluo.

Sitting aside, Feng Yao felt that it was a pity.

Immediately, immediately he will be able to see whether Wan Heyu really does not know any martial arts, or has other measures to save his life.

Yuluo's foot directly made everything come to nothing.

But he couldn't blame Yuluo, after all, Yuluo was kind enough to save her.

When Wan Heyu went back to the carriage to sleep, the two of them could finally get along alone.

From Yuluo's eyes, it was obvious that there was something to talk about, but Feng Yao didn't want to talk.

He said to Yuluo: "It's late at night, let's rest too."

Yu Luo was silent for a while, and did not speak again.

This is a quiet village, quiet is the scenery, but also the heart.

Even though Wan Heyu's carriage was walking slowly, it finally approached the legendary "Land of Fortune."

Lao Cheng jumped off the horse, took a look at the village, and respectfully asked the master to get off.

Feng Yao and Yu Luo also got off the carriage.

There is little smoke in the village, and there is a sense of worldly excitement.

They walked into the village along the road and saw a few urchins playing with each other.

Lao Cheng grabbed a urchin and asked, "Where is the village chief's house?"

The naughty boy was having a great time playing with his friends, when suddenly he was grabbed by an old guy he didn't know, he was very unhappy, and pointed in the direction casually.

"Over there, let me go, I won't be able to catch up with them."

Lao Cheng glanced at the direction he pointed, and continued without letting go: "Take us to the village chief's house."

The naughty boy saw the little friends running away, and shouted anxiously: "Wait for me, wait for me, Lin Heyu, wait for me."

Although he was with them, but not as naughty as a jumping boy, he looked back. He looked thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was more handsome than the naughty boy in the hands of the old man.

The naughty boy continued to shout: "Lin Heyu, they are looking for the village chief."

Hearing this, the young master stopped slowly and looked at these strangers.

Their demeanor is very different from that of the villagers. Although Lin Heyu still doesn't understand, she is vaguely aware of this.

Regardless of the clothes, Lin Heyu, who has read the book, can feel the feeling of being detached from ordinary villagers.

"Who are you? Why are you looking for the village chief?" He asked two questions.

Feng Yao laughed, this young man named Lin Heyu was obviously younger, but he was not at all different from the naughty boy that Lao Chen caught casually, he looked more sensible and polite.

However, he was obviously a child in his teens, and there was some rare interest in making this questioning appearance.

Lao Cheng had let go of the naughty boy and answered Lin Heyu's words.

Lin Heyu bit her lip, not sure whether to believe it or not, anyway, it was Lao Cheng who made up lies to deceive children, no, not only to deceive children, but also to deceive the village chief.

However, his status is precious, and he came for the so-called land of blessings, so there is nothing wrong with telling some lies.

Feng Yao naturally has various ways to get closer to the young boy, among other things, as long as he smiles in his eyes and speaks softly, it is easy to gain the favor of ordinary people.

However, he came here with the nobles of the Wanhe Dynasty, so naturally he couldn't overwhelm the host, but just stayed aside with a smile.

Although the naughty boy was let go by Lao Cheng, he didn't run away immediately, but stopped when he reached Lin Heyu's side.

"Heyu, it's just a few of them, not from the village, but from outside, and they want to see the village chief," said the naughty boy.

Lin Heyu thought about it for a while after listening to Lao Cheng's fabricated story.

The way he was thinking seriously amused Feng Ruo again.

"Then you come with me." Lin Heyu decided.

"Heyu, I'll go with you." The naughty boy looked at these people, and felt a little worried that Heyu would lead them alone.

He Yu is the son of the village chief.