Chapter 644 Meet again
District 9.
Hong Fei looked out the window at the approaching red line, unable to hide his sadness.
The large number of wooden houses scattered around the periphery of District 9 can indeed be called safe houses to a certain extent. As long as you enter the inside of the wooden house, no matter how high you are outside, you will not be able to forcefully break it.
But just like the train in District 49 that will surely reach its destination, the seemingly safe wooden house also has two fatal weaknesses. First, there are strict limits on the time you can stay in the wooden house, and second, the red line that is constantly shrinking inward is destroying the outer wooden houses at the same time.
In Hong Fei's eyes, the area where the red line passed and the wooden houses below disappeared silently. The area outside the red line has long been annihilated into nothingness.
It's time to go.
If you don't leave, you will be eliminated by the rules. But the closer you get to the inner perimeter of District 9, the fewer wooden houses there are. There is no way to survive until the end by hiding in wooden houses.
Hong Fei knew very well that he had to find Rong Qing, the sooner the better.
Not only is it the pressure of survival, but more importantly, the Tao Yun on my body is extremely precious, and it has saved my life in crises many times. After she died, this rhyme fell into the hands of outsiders.
"Senior sister, where are you?" Hong Fei murmured in a low voice.
Now she is shrinking to the ground and hiding in wooden houses in all directions. The Ninth District is as big as three Qinghang Realms. Its vast periphery allows Hongfei to perfectly use the cheating weapon of shrinking the area to an inch.
The monks who were besieging and chasing her finally intercepted her, and Hong Fei shrunk to the ground and ran in the other direction. Even if the Nine Transformation Gods came, they would be dumbfounded.
They won't shrink to an inch. No matter how good the concealment method is, if he really has to cross half of the boundary to pursue Hongfei, the probability of being discovered by other forces is 100%. Even if he chased her with great determination, Hongfei would be so angry that he would vomit blood once again.
People like Li Ji pursue Hong Fei in an extremely low-key manner. Even if he found a trace, he would be hiding in secret and kill Hongfei with one blow when he relaxed his vigilance.
And Li Ji also knew that as the red line continued to approach, Hongfei's advantage would become increasingly smaller.
"Let me see where you will choose..." Li Ji looked at the huge compass floating in front of him, and quickly calculated in his mind the possible location of Hong Fei's next shrinkage.
If you want to kill Hong Fei, you have to choose the moment when she leaves the cabin and starts shrinking to an inch, or choose the moment before she ends shrinking and enters the cabin.
Li Ji planned to...make preparations on both sides.
Li Ji can determine the current location of Hong Fei, so she takes the main force of the team to hide and ambush outside the wooden house, while the rest of the people break into pieces and ambush Hong Fei in advance in the ten places where Hong Fei is most likely to go. A wooden house. Hong Fei's condition dropped so badly after escaping from death that even a young monk might attack and kill her.
Li Ji's order quickly spread among thousands of people. All the monks were well-trained. The monks who were assigned to ambush in advance kept breaking away from the fast-moving silent team like wild geese and disappeared.
The prostrate swallows in the compass have been silent for a long time.
On Li Ji's lips, there was a smile that was sure to win.
"Swallow, Swallow, you can't escape my grasp."
The huge compass turned into a stream of light and flew back into Li Jixiu.
…
"If I hide like this, senior sister may not be able to detect my traces at all."
Hong Fei walked around the wooden house for a long time, and finally made up his mind, "I must take the initiative to expose it. For the sake of shrinking into an inch, senior sister can't get the news about me."
Even if the risk is high, you can only grit your teeth and take a gamble.
As the monks needed to gather together and avoid being in the center of the battle, Hongfei had only one option left - the White Tower.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Dude, dunk, dunk.
The gentle and rhythmic sound made the woman in white look at the wooden door in horror, not daring to make any sound.
Knocking on the door, naturally, because you know there is someone inside.
But are the people outside the door enemies or friends? Hongfei kept making noises in his heart and did not dare to make a judgment easily. There is no way to shrink into a wooden house. Once the door is opened to the enemy, it will play into the enemy's hands. But Hongfei changed his mind and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Regardless of whether you can open the door or not, you still have to leave the cabin when the time is up.
This time I really became a turtle in a urn.
"Excuse me, who are you?" After thinking about this, Hong Fei simply let himself die more clearly.
A clear female voice came from outside the door.
"It's me."
The familiar voice stunned Hongfei.
The female cultivator in black, with the bright moon hanging on her back, stood outside the door with a rest, and said with a smile: "Yurong."
The wooden door opens from the inside.
There were two female nuns, one inside the door and one outside. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Their eyes met and looked at each other's faces carefully.
It was her, that's right. Hong Fei's body, which had been tense since entering the ninth district, finally relaxed. He raised his hand to touch but hesitated in mid-air.
Hong Fei knew that Rong Qing never liked too much physical contact.
Unexpectedly, Rong Qing stepped forward and crossed the threshold, leaned over and hugged Hong Fei into her arms.
"Long time no see." Rong Qing rested her chin on Hong Fei's shoulder and sighed, "I miss you so much."
Hong Fei laughed and stretched out his arms to hug Rong Qing: "I miss you too." He patted her back comfortingly with his right hand.
We obviously just saw each other before the serial battle, right? Hong Fei actually didn't understand Rong Qing's suppressed excitement.
But how could Rong Qing not be excited. It's been too long... It's obviously less than a hundred years, but Rong Qing feels that the time is longer than the eight hundred years in the Arctic snow mountains. So much has happened since leaving the White Stone Realm.
Break into the secret realm, fight against the geniuses, accept the title inheritance, travel in the past to listen to the sermon under the throne of the Immortal Lord, and seize the innate life in the horror of death and life.
The Dao Master, Dao Lord, and even the Immortal Lord are no longer symbols in distant legends, but powerful existences standing in front of her.
These are scenery that Rong Qing could never imagine in her mother world. Now that she suddenly met an old friend from the sect in the White Stone Realm, she seemed to see herself again who had been practicing lonely practice in the snow-capped mountains for the past hundred years.
There are also old friends from Shiraishi World.
"They..." Rong Qing started and then paused. For a moment, she couldn't tell whose news she wanted to ask first.
Wangchuan who is now in charge of the Flowing Light Sword Sect?
Or are Jiajia, Duguzhi and others in the mortal world? Did the disciples at Baishi Temple take good care of them?
Rong Qing suddenly realized that to a monk, decades could be a light number, just a time of retreat, but to a mortal, it was too heavy. So heavy that it can easily separate life and death.
Why have you ignored them all these years?
Perhaps it’s not that you don’t know, but you choose not to see it.
If Duguzhi was still alive, Rong Qing might have seen the man in the wheelchair saying hurtful words with calm eyes: "A monk can protect mortals, but he cannot accompany him in the morning and evening. My father is like this, Mr. Yu is no different from him. However, the principle of weighing choices is simple and natural. In this principle, Mr. Yu does not need to blame himself and be responsible for himself. It’s been very difficult.”
measure.
Trade-offs.
Rong Qing had made her decision long ago. If this shows weakness, it will make Duguzhi laugh.
A slight cough sounded.
"Although it's a bit disgraceful, please forgive me, Your Highness." Li Ji didn't look very good-looking, "It's just that I really don't know, how should I distinguish the agreement between Your Highness and me?"
Hong Fei then raised her head and was shocked to realize that the forces that had been tracking her all this time finally showed up. Thousands of people were standing or hanging in the air. The extremely elaborate positions surrounded the wooden house airtightly, blocking everything. retreat.
If Dugu Zhi is still alive... I just want to hammer myself to death in Chapter 223 of Volume 1 0.0
(End of this chapter)