Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

“…Xiao Qian!”

Xiao Chuchu, who had emerged from the snow mud, was extremely embarrassed, her hair was messy, and her clothes were all dyed with snow and mud.

Her body kept trembling, not knowing whether it was caused by sadness or the destruction of the cold weather.

The same was true for He Lan on the side, staring blankly at everything in front of her, without making a sound, but her body was also trembling constantly...

Wang Xuebin heard Xiao Chuchu's whine, sighed, raised his right hand, a red flame ignited, and waved it backwards. In an instant, a bonfire ignited in front of the two women.

The colorful flames leaped, exuding a terrifying enthusiasm, smothering everyone, bringing some warmth.

Then, Wang Xuebin knelt on one knee, touched the surface of the ground with his right hand. In an instant, the soil solidified into a cluster and formed a blue-gray rock slab, extending in the direction of his hand towards the two girls, separating their bodies from the cold and wet ground.

The two girls were still sank on the ground, one looked sad and the other was dull. Wang Xuebin shook his head and sighed again, not paying attention.

Turning his head and looking regretfully at the direction of the plastic doll, he walked over, came to the doll, picked up the already turbid doll, wiped the soil on it, and carefully placed it aside.

“…Brother Xuebin…”

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

"...Xiaoyu can't bear to part with you..."

Beside Xiaoyu, Wang Xuebin showed a sincere smile that would only appear when he leaned into Xiaoyu, stroked her hair, shook her head, and said nothing.

Both he and Xiaoyu knew very well that in a short time, the two species that would return to the present world would be two people who had lost their feelings.

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

“… Let’s start preparing!

…Restore the time and space of this world to its original appearance first…”

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

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

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

"...First it was them, then Huangmei, ready to do it!"

"clear!"

On the spot, Wang Xuebin's face curled, his hands overlapped, and slowly pushed forward...

Then, clench your fists back and pull them away in an understatement!

In an instant, the dirty-faced Bull Demon King and the wounded Zhu Bajie suddenly appeared in front of everyone under the distortion of the space.

I saw the Bull Demon King holding a mixed iron rod, pressing against Zhu Bajie's nine-toothed rake without any effort, his face full of jokes and arrogance.

Suddenly, feeling the change in position, the Bull Demon King's face tightened, and he kicked Zhu Bajie dozens of meters away with one foot. He raised a mixed iron stick with both hands, looked in the direction of Wang Xuebin with a wary face, and shouted with a distorted face:

"Wang Xuebin! You are cheating!"

"Can you cheat? Where do you start?"

Wang Xuebin said, his subordinates were not light, and he stepped lightly, and he rose from the ground, flew lightly towards the direction of the Bull Demon King, raising his hand, waving his fist, and hitting out...

'boom!!!'

A punch hit the mixed iron rod, and a shocking metal roar sounded. The Bull Demon King, who was about to speak something, was hit underground by Wang Xuebin before he could make a sound.

The bursting energy was converted into heat energy, causing green smoke to rise from the mud. A burnt smell spread out with the painful moans from the Bull Demon King who was smashed into the ground.

In the distance, Zhu Bajie, who was turning up, looked around blankly, saw Wang Xuebin and Xiaoyu's figures, and jumped forward with a "boom" sound.

"...You are that Mr. Wang? You were rescued? That's good, that's good! What about Xiao Qian'er? Let's leave quickly while the Bull Demon King is away. It will be troublesome when Bull Demon King comes back!"

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

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

"Why are you still standing there? I can't beat him, old pig, why don't you hurry up? Xiaoyu, isn't you saving people? It's not easy! What's Moji?"

Zhu Bajie shouted madly while looking around for Lu Xiaoqian's figure.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the fragrance of the soil, accompanied by the burnt smell of cowhide, penetrated Zhu Bajie's nostrils.

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

I saw a pit of mud with blue smoke not far away, half-pulled horns and a piece of mixed iron rod head, and mischievously drilled out of the soft mud.

The horns of the cow could be seen vaguely, and the burnt smell he smelled came from here.

Zhu Bajie, who was stunned, slowly turned his head and looked stiffly at Wang Xuebin, who was not even messy in his clothes. He raised his hand and pointed quietly at the direction of the mud pit.

Seeing his actions, Wang Xuebin had no intention of hiding them. He looked at him with his eyes and nodded gently.

“Uh~”

Zhu Bajie gasped in his breath, and the rake in his hand became like noodles, soft and drooped on the ground, and his whole body shook like a sieve, asking tremblingly:

“…that…that…that…that…xiao Qian…”

Beside Wang Xuebin, Xiaoyu glanced at him lightly, raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the pit.

“Uh~”

Another breath of cold air, Zhu Bajie rolled his eyes and fainted on the ground. When he fell down, he specially chose a piece of mud that was not hurting his butt.

Seeing this scene, Xiaoyu glanced at him speechlessly, twitched his lips, and turned his head to look at Wang Xuebin.

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

"...If you like to pretend, I'll get the Bull Demon King first!"

As he said that, he stepped out and appeared directly in the pit just now, stepping on the head of Bull Demon King.

In just a moment, the Bull Demon King, who was originally hiding under the soil and preparing to attack while Wang Xuebin was not paying attention, suddenly realized that he had lost his spell casting ability.

It’s not that he can’t sense his magic power, but that his spell casting ability is rejected by the world. This discovery made him panic.

Then, before he could react, the horns hurt, and then the whole horns were pulled out, and the backhand was smashed to the ground, joining Zhu Bajie who was "disappeared".

"Oh my god, it hurts, it hurts..."

The Bull Demon King covered his horns and shouted in pain. While shouting, he rolled around. Zhu Bajie, who was lying beside him, quietly shrank the pig's ears back.

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

“…It’s embarrassing!

Hurry up, get Huangmei over and send them back early and clean them early!"

On the side, Wang Xuebin nodded, looked at the horizon in the south, and said softly:

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