Fantasy: Contract Twins, I Will Return Ten Thousand Times

"Fortunately, the secret realm only has three floors. Otherwise, I wonder how long Murong Bing and Murong Xue will be waiting?" Zhang Fan muttered softly, looking up at the sacrificial altar at the door.

Originally there were only a few apples and pears on it, but at this moment it has already been filled with many treasures.

Zhang Fan gently picked up the sandalwood box next to it and opened it, revealing a black shiny pill with a few small samples beside it.

There are some raw materials for refining the Medicine Pill, a few crafting drawings, and three swords.

A long sword, a short sword and a machete.

The quality is good.

Zhang Fan lightly brushed the surface to remove the luster, and got the answer in his heart.

As for the few production drawings, they are all yellowed samples handed down from the ancient times. They are drawn with special ink and paint, and the handwriting on them will not fade no matter how many years they pass.

Unless it is burned by fire, it will remain in the world forever, waiting for those who are interested in discovering it.

"In the final analysis, the legend of the Corpse Mist Forest is nothing more than that!"

Zhang Fan's strength is much stronger than those evil spirits, and under his suppression, those man-eating jackdaws dare not come forward to fight him. The monsters knew that he was powerful, and flying over was like moths to a flame.

It was time to set off and go back home, Zhang Fan didn't miss it, after he stepped out of the space, everything in front of him disappeared in an instant.

As for the spoils obtained, they have all been put back into the backpack. Zhang Fan was very satisfied with such massive benefits and abundant resources for him, and planned to study these parchments carefully after returning home.

Fortunately, he has enough space, otherwise, with so many swords and supplies, I'm afraid he can only give up some of them.

"Damn it, I don't know how long I stayed in this foggy space..."

Zhang Fan looked up at the lush forest in the sky, under the cover, he could only vaguely see that it was midnight, and a few stars twinkled in the sky.

He walked quickly to the tribe, thinking about the two sisters.

The process of getting out was not too long. Zhang Fan had a good memory, and he walked out of the forest familiarly.

The moment he left, he suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object collapsing from behind.

He suddenly turned his head, but his pupils widened in surprise, and what appeared before him was such a scene - the huge forest shook, countless trees clasped inward and collapsed, and huge rocks and rocks split and tore apart.

Countless jackdaws rolled their wings and pierced into the sky, like shooting crossbow arrows.

Faced with such a scene for the first time, Zhang Fan was a little at a loss. He guessed that it might have something to do with the evil spirit that had been bred in the corpse fog forest over the years.

Once the concentrated evil energy collapses and disintegrates, the monsters that need to rely on evil energy to survive will also run around because there is no living environment, and finally fall apart.

At this moment, on the other side.

The two sisters, Murong Bing and Murong Xue, stayed in the house tremblingly, with the doors and windows closed tightly, their faces extremely anxious.

Murong Xue paced back and forth on the ground. It had been three days and three nights since Zhang Fan left the tribe to break through the secret realm. Now it was night, and Murong Xue's face was full of fear and panic.

"Sister, tell me, will those guys really fulfill their promise and send us to the sacrificial altar?"

After Zhang Fan left three days ago, Ouyang Ming said with great fanfare that if Zhang Fan failed to come back within three days, then the two sisters had to go to the sacrificial altar according to the requirements of the gods.

If Zhang Fan can come back alive, they can change their names in heaven-defying and marry the two big men in the tribe.

Although neither of the two sisters is willing to accept these two results, but in order to delay the attack, it is better to be a bride-to-be for the time being than to lose their heads.

In short, where you should yield, you should be more patient.

"The way I see it, it's about time."

Murong Bing sat in front of the dressing table and was delicately applying makeup. She applied rouge powder on Own's cheeks and eyelids, and then put a smear of lipstick on her lips, like cherries waiting to be picked in summer.

She has a charming and charming posture, which I still feel pity for.

Even if you die, you have to die beautifully!

This is their philosophy as princesses, and they must not be underestimated.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, followed by two rough voices.

Murongxue's hands trembled, the rouge in his hand fell to the ground because he didn't hold it securely.

She frowned with displeasure and looked towards the door. Although she was scared, she was more nervous and worried.

"Hey, those two women, are you called Murong Bing and Murong Xue? Hurry up and get out! That Zhang Fan didn't come out alive for three days. From my point of view, he probably died inside..."

The big man was chattering outside.

"You're not allowed to say that about Zhang Fan!" Murong Bing's expression darkened obviously, his expression was ugly, he patted the table and stood up to confront the people outside.

The big man was obviously upset, he violently pulled the lock and chain from the outside, pushed the door open and walked in.

The big man was eight feet tall and very burly. His arm was as big as a wooden stake. It seemed that a single punch could knock out the skinny sisters.

Murong Bing's eyes were fearless at the moment, and he raised his stubborn face, absolutely not allowing them to belittle Zhang Fan like this.

Zhang Fan's strength is obvious to the two sisters. They have never seen a young man with such a talent and such a high Cultivation Base!

If Zhang Fan used all his strength, he would surely be able to flatten this tribe with a single sword. However, he seemed to be an old acquaintance with the leader of the tribe, Ouyang Ming. Go straight to the killing ring.

Murong Bing pondered in his mind, but couldn't think of a reason.

"Oh, do you mean that Zhang Fan died inside? Let me tell you, there were countless people who wanted to challenge the secret realm of Corpse Mist Forest before, but none of them could get out alive! That kid looks so weak, can OK?"

The big man laughed coldly.

Typical sarcasm.

"By the way, there is another possibility, that is, he rolled up his luggage and ran away, leaving the two of you here, and let you be the Mrs. Yazhai here, hahaha!" Another big man also laughed.

This appearance made the sisters feel disgusted.

They suddenly felt that, compared to marrying Ouyang Ming, a proud and complacent guy, it would be better to marry the men they first met when they were abducted into the tribe.

They are at least a little self-aware, not so unreasonable, and have no emotional intelligence.

"Okay, come out with us now."

Impatiently, the big man stepped forward and grabbed sister Murong Bingxue's arms, trying to forcefully carry them on his shoulders and take them out.