Supreme Medicinal God

Jiang Yixue ignited the gas stove, everyone immediately felt warm, invariably reached out and surrounded the fire by the fire.

"These ingredients were bought only yesterday, and they were kept fresh with an incubator and ice cubes. Although we traveled to the Devil Realm, the ingredients are still fresh."

Jiang Yuxin put a piece of lamb in the hot pot and rinsed it out, dipped in the sauce beautifully and ate a bite. All the unpleasantness just now disappeared.

"It is more delicious to eat hot pot in the snow of Devil Realm than at home."

Lan Linger took a bottle of wine, poured a glass for everyone, and looked at the planet above with excitement.

"Being able to re-enter the land of my hometown after five thousand years is worth celebrating. Let's have a toast together."

Ye Feng clinks with Lan Ling'er with a smile: "Now it's just a simple celebration, waiting for you to be sent to the Fifth World, we will celebrate again."

Jiang Yixue gave Ye Feng a piece of mutton: "I thought I would be able to enjoy life after returning from the longevity world to the human world. Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for us to come to the demon world again. How do we go back this time?"

Ye Feng is very optimistic: "Don't worry, help Lan Ling'er and Chi You to fulfill their wishes first. Since we can come from the human world to the demon world, we can also go back from the demon world. Now no matter how much, come, cheers."

Jiang Yuxin worried: "We are eating and drinking here, what should the Devil return if they go back?"

"My tent was built in a defensive space formation, and even if they go and return, they will not see us."

Just as the four people drank happily, they heard the sound of a deafening engine in the distance, as well as a noisy roar.

Ye Feng drank a glass of wine and looked out of the tent: "It seems wise to put this defensive space array here."

In the ice and snow, several black spots gradually expanded, and several white sled cars drove quickly.

No matter what kind of civilization, human civilization, or demon civilization, know that the most convenient use of sleigh on the snow.

On the front sledge car, a man wrapped in a broken cotton jacket, with dirty rags wrapped around his head and face, was wearing a windshield with cracks on his lens.

The reason is that the jacket is broken, because the jacket on that person is patched everywhere.

The patch of the jacket is damaged, revealing dirty and dark cotton.

Although the padded jacket was dilapidated, it was able to withstand the severe cold on the cold ice sheet.

Behind the man, followed closely by the demon soldiers wearing silver armor and defensive armor.

The demon soldier's warm armor shone a little silver in the sun, which was a clear contrast to the man in front of him.

"Shameless humans, stop, if we dare to flee again, we will shoot."

Hearing the shouts of the Demon soldiers, the humans wrapped in broken cotton jackets, without any intention of stopping, tried to increase the throttle and drove the sled to a very high speed.

Suddenly, several dazzling green lights flashed, and the demon soldiers who tracked shot, the magic crystal gun emitted a hot and high-energy beam, rubbing the cheek of the man in front.

The fiery beam of light tore a crack in his rag to withstand the cold wind. Under the strong wind, the rag was quickly torn into pieces and scattered in the strong wind.

It was a middle-aged man with brown skin.

On the cold ice field, there is no windproof equipment, which can not block the bitter cold wind.

His face was quickly covered with frost, and the biting cold wind cut his skin like a knife. He knew that if he drove down at such a high speed, the skin on his face would be frostbitten.

But he did not dare to stop the sled.

Escape will be frostbite, or be killed, but stop, it means being caught by the demon, his fate is more tragic than death, so he chose to continue to run, without any meaning of staying.

Several dazzling beams flashed through, this time, a beam hit the man's wrist in front.

Holding the sledge's hand, it hurt suddenly, and did not grasp the direction. The sledge rolled over immediately, throwing the whole person who ran away in front.

The goggles also fell off when he fell. He fell into the thick snow, and the blood on his wrists spilled to the ground. It was shocking and dazzling.

The middle-aged man gasped for breath, clutching his bloody hands, and got up from the snow. The tenacious will told him that he could not stop and must continue to run away.

However, the sleds of the three Mozu soldiers held him firmly in the middle, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at his head.

The eyes of the middle-aged man were full of anger and panic. He was forced to bear the pain. The cold and the pain made his body tremble.

A Mozu soldier sneered: "Shameless human, head Hu, if Captain Tru is not going to catch it, I will hit your head without hesitation."

"Quickly say, what are you doing this afternoon, have you seen a suspicious human?"

"If you dare to hide something, I will know."

The middle-aged man, Hu Dasha, shook his head, his face blank: "I don't know. I stayed in the waste city all afternoon, and I didn't come out. No one had seen him."

"Where did you get the sled? Why did you run away frantically when you saw us?"

Hu Datou smiled bitterly: "I thought you were going to catch people to work, wouldn't I run away, wouldn't I be caught and become a slave? I picked this sleigh from the garbage dump and I repaired it myself."

The Mozu soldiers glanced and fell into the snow, breaking into two sleds, covered with solder joints. Obviously, after many repairs, it was completely incomparable with the shiny sleds at the feet of the Mozu soldiers.

The three Mozu soldiers looked at each other. Their minds were very powerful. They could feel whether humans were lying, but Hu Datou's emotions did not fluctuate, and he was telling the truth.

"How to deal with him?"

"I don't like him. How about selling him as a slave and having some money for two drinks?"

"It's such a cold day that I have chased Lao Tzu for a long time, so I can't let him go like this."

Bearded has a sad face shrouded in his face, and has foreseen himself to be the tragic fate of being a slave of the demon.

Just as the Mozu soldiers were about to catch Hu's head, a dazzling sword light passed by.

"Flying sword."

A Mozu soldier screamed and was about to press the device on his chest, but Feijian passed through his throat and shot an egg-sized blood hole.

The other two Mozu soldiers were panicked and raised the magic crystal gun, but unexpectedly found that the surroundings were empty, and no enemies were injured by flying swords.

Bashing, the Dragon Dragon Shuttle was faster than the Thunder Sword. A dragon shadow spinning extremely fast flew to the chests of two Mozu soldiers.

The spiral dragon spins extremely fast and squeezes in easily. The defensive soldier's hard defensive armor drills a bowl-like blood hole.

(End of this chapter)