"Ouch!" The mountain road was rugged, and Zhao Zhao, who had injured his leg, was tripped by a protruding rock, and his thin body fell to the ground again.
"Damn! Your broken leg, can you still walk? If you can't walk, go to hell!" Zhao Zhao's handsome face was a little distorted because of the pain.
It turned out that he really had a bad temper and when he got angry he even cursed his own legs.
Seeing that he was about to fight with his legs, the system quickly reminded him.
[Zhao Zhao, don't worry. Didn't your father give you a storage bag? There must be healing pills in it.]
"Yell!" Zhao Zhao touched his lower back in surprise, his expression immediately darkening: "Damn, where's my storage bag?!"
System: ...Perhaps, he needs some brain treatment.
I don't know when the storage bag was lost...
Zhao Zhao has always been careless. From childhood to adulthood, he has lost countless storage bags.
In an instant, he was like an eggplant hit by frost, sitting there withered. The pain from the fall was too great. The spoiled young master had never suffered hardship, and he twitched in pain.
Fortunately, the young man was brave enough to lie down on the ground when he couldn't walk anymore, squinting his eyes and watching the afterglow of the setting sun shining through the woods.
The sun was about to set, so he decided not to leave. His father would come looking for him if he didn't go home.
So Zhao Zhao lay on the sparse grass, closed his eyes and hummed an unknown tune leisurely.
“Chiu!”
A familiar bird call was heard above the deep jungle. Zhao Zhao opened his eyes immediately and saw a human-sized green spirit beast roaring past and disappearing in an instant.
"Annoying bird." Zhao Zhao recognized it. This was the spirit beast that had bumped into him just now.
It moved in a hurry, as if attracted by something.
Zhao Zhao looked carefully in the direction it flew away, and saw nothing unusual except ordinary scenery.
After all, the boy was very curious, so he stretched his neck and stared at it for a long time with his eyes narrowed.
"Mu Zezhao."
A breeze blew past behind him, and at that moment, someone suddenly called his name in the silent forest.
The sound was like a clear spring gurgling in the mountains, crisp and pleasant, as if it had a magical power that could penetrate people's hearts.
Zhao Zhao's heart stirred, as if something had touched him gently. He turned around subconsciously, and the first thing that caught his eye was a corner of a black robe fluttering in the wind.
He raised his head and looked upwards, only then did he realize that a young man in a black robe had been standing behind him.
The young man was tall and slender, with long, shiny black hair tied up high. The ends of his hair fluttered slightly, making his face look handsome and his demeanor even more elegant.
He lowered his head and looked at the slightly embarrassed Zhao Zhao, with a seemingly kind and gentle smile on his delicate face, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and his heart was not smiling.
Zhao Zhao's eyes met his and she thought carefully for a while before she dug out the man's name from her distant memory.
"Big Brother."
He is Si Yi, the eldest disciple of Fengling Sword Sect, Zhao Zhao's senior brother, and also his tasker.
Zhao Zhao had heard rumors about this genius senior brother no less than a hundred times since he was a child, but in fact, the two of them had never really met.
As far as I can remember, the last time the two of them were close was when Zhao Zhao was ten years old and was bullied, and his father sent Si Yi to rescue him.
After that, Zhao Zhao and he never met again. After all, Si Yi was a real cultivation maniac. He was either in seclusion or training in a secret realm, so the two rarely met.
Time flies. When they first met, Si Yi was a young Nascent Soul who had just begun to show his potential under his father's tutelage. Now, he has become the famous Sword Master of Transformation.
Zhao Zhao thought that it would be difficult to see the Sword King on the top of the snowy mountain again, but unexpectedly, they met as soon as they turned around on the first day they came to this world.
Facing Zhao Zhao's distant eyes, Si Yi's attitude was relatively gentle. He nodded at Zhao Zhao and forced a smile again, "Master sent me to find you." His cold eyes swept over Zhao Zhao's injured leg, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.
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