《Xianxia: My Junior Sisters Are Freaks!》Chapter 120: Leaving The Desert Inn
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A cheerful and clear voice rang out from a hundred meters in the sky.
A huge beast that was as large as a small mountain rushed out from the towering clouds.
Its voice was like a tiger, its body was like an eagle, and it was about a hundred feet in size.
If you looked carefully, you would find that there were two beautiful girls in clothes of different styles standing on the back of the huge eagle.
"Senior Sister, we've been flying all night. Why don't we find a place to eat something?"
"Ling'er is hungry!"
Shen Yaoling said as she rubbed her stomach.
Ever since she came to the Sunset Peak, she had not stopped eating. The feeling of not eating for the past two days was really unpleasant.
"Ling'er, don't make a scene. We'll reach the outskirts of the Thousand Mile Red Cliff in a few hours. You have to hold on a little longer!"
"Alright! Senior Brother isn't here. I'll listen to Senior Sister!"
Su Yan'er was a little depressed!
It seems that with Senior Brother here, you would not listen to a Senior Sister like me, right?
Seeing Su Yan'er's tense expression, Shen Yaoling stuck out her tongue.
She turned her head to look at the green-scaled demon eagle beneath her.
It was all because this green-scaled demon eagle flew too slowly. Otherwise, they would have reached the Thousand-mile Red Cliff a long time ago.
They were tasked to pick spiritual herbs and save Senior Sister. When Senior Brother returned, he would definitely cook something delicious to reward Ling'er.
Shen Yaoling's eyes lit up. She reached out and grabbed the demon eagle's feathers.
"Roar!"
As if sensing a dangerous aura, the giant eagle suddenly accelerated!
"Little chick, hurry up. If you don't speed up, I will peel off all the feathers on your body."
Su Yan'er: "..."
Junior Sister Ling'er seemed to be quite a little tiger!
At this moment, the demon eagle seemed to have activated its lifelong potential. With a swoosh, it appeared dozens of miles away. Its speed was so fast that even Su Yan'er could not help but be stunned.
"Oh Yeah! The little chick has shown its power. Speed up and accelerate!"
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The green-scaled demonic eagle: "..."
Even it did not know when it had been given the nickname Little Chick. However, it did not dare to say anything, and it did not dare to ask!
Just like that, under the green-scaled demonic eagle's full speed, the distance between the two of them and the Thousand Miles Red Cliff continued to shrink.
Eight hundred miles, five hundred miles, three hundred miles...
At this moment, a strange thing happened in the Desert Inn.
It was that a chaotic battle had started in the inn.
All of this started when the sky was slightly brighter.
At that time, it was unknown whether an itinerant cultivator had drunk too much wine or was acting like this on purpose.
He had sneaked into the top floor of the inn and stole a lot of Heavenly and Earthly treasures and spirit stones. After he had succeeded, he did not run away but reported his findings to a few good itinerant cultivators.
At first, they did not take what he said seriously because they all knew the rules of the Desert Inn. With the hunchbacked old man in charge, this could not have happened, so they just thought he had drunk too much.
Every inn on the outskirts of the Thousand Mile Red Cliff would have an expert supervising inside. The most mysterious and most powerful one was the hunchbacked old man in the Desert Inn.
To say that this drunkard could steal treasures from the Desert Inn, that was just wishful thinking!
But what happened next shocked the itinerant cultivators.
They saw that the loose cultivator took out several natural treasures and threw them in front of them as if they were worth nothing to him. The highest cultivation among them was only at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm, so they had never seen such a scene before.
For a moment, the aura of jewels and treasures almost blinded their eyes.
The few of them thought that the old man was not in the inn, so they planned to take all the resources in the inn with them.
However, coincidentally, they met the patrolling staff in the inn, and their plan was discovered.
The two groups of people took out their weapons and started fighting. Later, the commotion became too big, and it had alarmed all the guests in the inn.
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Everyone came out to watch the show.
Most of them were itinerant cultivators.
Those itinerant cultivators who intended to steal the inn's resources were not dumb either. Seeing that the situation was already difficult to resolve, they simply pulled the others in as well.
With just one sentence, hunchback Old Mo had been killed. This inn bullied their guests who were itinerant cultivators. This was intolerable!
When everyone saw how intense the fight was, the old man naturally believed it since he did not make a move.
Just like that, a chaotic battle began.
The inn's staff was quite strong, but there were many of these itinerant cultivators, so they were anxious.
In the largest room on the top floor of the inn.
Su Xing took out a long sword from his storage ring.
"Miss Xue Jian, someone asked me to give this to you. You have to take good care of it!"
A cunning look flashed across Xuejian's eyes when she heard that.
"Is it because Master is embarrassed to give me something? That's why you said that someone asked you to give it to me!"
"Yes, yes! Actually, Xue Jian understands everything!"
It was no wonder that she thought so. After all, she did not know anyone else in the desert other than Su Xing.
How could it be such a coincidence that someone else gave her something through Su Xing's hand?
Just thinking about it was enough to tell that master Su Xing had faked a friend out of nothing! Hehe!
Su Xing did not explain further. He handed the longsword to Xue Jian and walked out.
Ding, ding, ding!
Xue Jian's fingers lightly pulled the scabbard, and a pitch-black longsword suddenly appeared before her eyes.
On the body of the sword, two large words suddenly appeared a carefree sword!!
"Carefree sword! It's Brother Carefree! So Master Su Xing is really Brother Carefree!"
"That's great, that's really great!!!"
"Do you know how hard it was for me to find you? Sob, sob, sob..."
Seeing the strange expression on her face, the young girl, Xue Jian, burst into tears and laughter and tears flowed down her cheeks onto the Carefree Sword.
A clear sword whistle sounded, and streams of black light spread out from the body of the Carefree Sword.
Xue Jian felt that she had established an inexplicable connection with the Carefree Sword. It was as if as long as she willed it, the longsword would respond to her will.
She put away the Carefree Sword, and her pretty face was filled with determination.
Whether it was Brother Carefree or Master Su Xing, he must have still remembered her for him to give her the Carefree Sword.
From now on, Xue Jian must use the longsword in her hand to protect Brother Carefree... No, it should be Master Su Xing!
At this moment, Su Xing walked in with a frown.
"Let's go, Xue Jian. It's time for us to leave."
'Hmm?'
"Your eyes are so red. Why are you crying?"
"Hehe, Xue Jian is fine. It's just that the wind and sand were too strong and blew into my eyes!"
Xue Jian wiped the tears off her face and pulled the corner of Su Xing's shirt with a smile.
Su Xing: "..."
"Let's go, brother Su Xing. From now on, wherever you go, Xue Jian will go!"
Brother Su Xing? Had he changed the way he addressed himself again?
Su Xing looked at the young girl beside him in confusion,
When he met her amorous gaze, Su Xing retracted his gaze again!
It did not matter what a cultivator's name was. It was just a title.
If she liked to call him that, then let her be!
After briefly explaining what happened in the inn, Su Xing opened the window and left with Xue Jian.
At this moment, the fight downstairs was still going on. At first, they were afraid of each other and did not dare to attack with their full strength. However, after the fight became real, they no longer cared about anything else. All of them started to fight until their eyes turned red. They would fight anyone they saw, snatch anything they saw, and kill anyone who resisted.
The previously strict Desert Inn had turned into a lawless place in the blink of an eye.
Many spells were casted, and it was a wonderful scene!
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