Who is it?

Jialan was wrapped in a Han robe and held in the man's arms. She was frozen to the point of being almost stiff, and only half of her face could be seen clearly.

It seemed to be a young man. Even with half of his face exposed, he was handsome and well-dressed. On the jade plate hanging around his waist were the words "Zhen Xie" (Suppress Evil) written on it. He did not look like an ordinary person.

The most important thing is, he actually knows my name?

After leaving Yao Chi, she seldom spoke her name in the human world. The only person who knew her name recently was the old woman who tricked her into Liu Qing Fang.

So that's it...Did Chen Baopi send people to arrest her?

Thinking of this, Jialan bit her lips and tried to break free from Lin Qiye's arms with her weak hands, but no matter how hard she tried, those arms were as firm as rocks.

As if noticing Galan's actions, that gentle voice sounded again:

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

For some reason, this voice seemed to have some kind of magic, soothing the anxiety in her heart and stopping her resisting hands.

"Who hurt you like this?" the voice sounded again.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Lin Qiye."

"I don't know you."

"We'll get to know each other later."

"Put me down."

"You are in very poor health right now. You will die if I let you down."

"Never mind, put me down!"

"Tell me who hurt you like this, and I'll let you go."

"You...why are you asking these questions? It's useless even if you know them."

"How do you know it's useless if you don't tell me?"

Seeing that Lin Qiye refused to budge, Jia Lan felt ashamed and angry. She watched the wall of Qingshan County getting closer and closer, and she opened her mouth anxiously and bit the palm of her hand.

"ah!"

"What's wrong?"

"How come your hands are so hard! One of my teeth broke!"

“…”

"It's too late! Put me down! They are coming!!" While enduring the toothache, Galan tried to pry open Lin Qiye's palm with her hands, but no matter how hard she tried, it was of no use.

"who?"

"Those monsters wanted to kill me!"

Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, and the picture on the coffin in Fengdu suddenly appeared in his mind.

If his inference was correct, what was painted on the coffin was what Galan experienced in this era. The most impressive thing was the endless stream of strange creatures like the tide.

Due to the limited size of the painting and the difficulty in making it, the appearance of the monsters is almost indistinguishable, but there is no doubt that they all seem to have come for Galan.

"Put me down quickly! I can't go into the city! Otherwise they will harm other people in the city!" Galan became more and more anxious.

Lin Qiye stopped.

"How long are they?"

"At most half an incense stick... Put me down and leave quickly, you can't handle them!"

"Half an incense stick?... It's really too late to go back."

Lin Qiye glanced at Qingshan County in the distance, turned around, hugged Galan, and walked towards the ice and snow.

He waited until he stood on a hill before carefully putting Galan down. The holly-colored Han robe was wrapped around her body, like a tightly wrapped dumpling, with only her dirty head showing, looking at Lin Qiye.

"You...you let me out!" Jialan tried to break free from the Han robe, but he didn't know what method Lin Qiye used, it was as if it had merged into one, and he couldn't break free at all.

Jia Lan rolled twice on the ground wrapped in a Han robe. Just as he was about to roll down the hill, Lin Qiye pulled him back to his side with one hand.

He looked at the dirty and stubborn face, and couldn't help but curl up a smile.

"What are you laughing at!" Galan said angrily.

"I'm not laughing." The smile on Lin Qiye's face became brighter.

"You're just laughing! Do you know who I am? If you dare to do anything to me, you're dead!"

"Oh? Who are you?"

"But I am..." Jia Lan said halfway, then realized something and swallowed the rest of the sentence, "You don't need to know!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Listening to Lin Qiye's extremely perfunctory tone, Jia Lan became more and more ashamed and angry. At this moment, a thunder-like sound came from the sky. Lin Qiye's face changed slightly, and he turned his head to look above the clouds.

"Thank you for your clothes and umbrella. Please leave quickly! It will be too late if you don't leave now!" Galan's face turned ugly and he urged quickly.

Lin Qiye stared at the clouds above his head without saying a word. His hand rested on the broken sword at his waist, and his green clothes rustled in the wind and snow.

"What are you going to do?" Seeing Lin Qiye's posture, Jia Lan frowned and asked.

Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes slightly. He held the Ame-Kume sword in one hand, and threads of cause and effect spread invisibly in all directions.

"Let me see, with me here... who dares to hurt you?"

Galan looked at the figure in green and stood there in a daze.

Buzz——!!!

A low humming sound flew out from the clouds, and an endless pink wave rushed madly towards the hill where the two were! .Ｂǐqυgétν.

"Migo?" Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw those familiar monsters. "In this era, it shouldn't be An Qingyu... it should be [Key to the Door]?"

In this era, the gods of the Kṣa series have not yet descended, and the Migos, as a race that advocates truth, naturally should not appear either. However, they have the ability to travel freely in time and space, and they must have come from another time to hunt down Galan.

An Qingyu lived in an era more than 2,000 years later, so he would not be able to allow Migo to cross such a long period of time, so the Migos now could only have come from the [Key to the Door].

"There are more of them than last time..." Seeing the overwhelming pink figures, Jia Lan's face turned ugly. She glanced at Lin Qiye, as if she was struggling with something.

"Hey! Are you Lin Qiye?"

"how?"

"Can you promise me something?"

"you say."

"My time is running out... I have a pill pot in my arms, you take it away, and help me deliver it to Kunlun Mountain in four days." Jialan stood up from the snow with his feet clasped in the snow, wrapped in a Han robe, like a green spring roll.

"Dan pot?"

Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows, put down the sword temporarily, walked to Galan, and took out a white alchemy pot from her arms.

He turned the pot around and saw three clear characters at the bottom of the pot:

——【Immortality Pill】.

"This is something very important, it concerns the lives of all people in the world!" Jia Lan staggered in the icy wind, his face as pale as paper, "I wanted to try again to see if I could survive this wave of their pursuit... With this number, it seems hopeless.

You hold an umbrella for me, put clothes on me, and want to take me into the city. You must not be a bad person. Maybe your being here is the only way of survival that fate has given it.

Take the pot with you and leave. I will hold them back for you!"

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