Divine Weapon Warriors: Bind to your goddess and join the chat group

"Zhou Tian's hands are so warm."

Bei Mingxue whispered to herself, her fingers unconsciously curling slightly, yet she couldn't bear to loosen them.

That warmth seemed to travel from my fingertips all the way to the deepest part of my heart.

The two walked slowly hand in hand through the streets of Xuezhuang.

"Brother Zhou Tian, ​​look at that."

Bei Mingxue pointed to a roadside stall. The stall owner was an elderly woman with gray hair, who was carving various small animals with ice crystals.

The ice sculptures refracted a rainbow of colors in the sunlight.

"These are unique 'ice crystal sculptures' from our Beiming Snow Manor. Once carved, they can be preserved for several years without melting."

Bei Mingxue pulled Zhou Tian to the stall, picked up an ice sculpture carved into the shape of a rabbit, and presented it to Zhou Tian like a treasure.

"Do you like it? I'll give you one."

Zhou Tian took the ice crystal rabbit.

It feels cool to the touch, but the carving is truly exquisite, with even the rabbit's fur rendered in minute detail.

"It's beautiful, thank you, Xue'er."

Zhou Tian smiled and patted Bei Mingxue's head.

Bei Mingxue smiled happily and picked out a little fox and a little deer from the stall, asking the old woman to wrap them up.

"This is for Sister Wenya, and this is for Aunt Yufeng."

She carefully distributed the gifts, then took out her small purse to pay.

Just then, Zhou Tian frowned slightly because he suddenly sensed a notification from the chat group.

[Ding! Your group member, Little Dragon Girl, has been drugged and is about to lose her innocence.]

"What's going on?"

Zhou Tian frowned. Had Xiaolongnu been drugged?

He had watched the TV series "The Return of the Condor Heroes" and knew the specific plot details about Xiaolongnu very well.

What's most infuriating is that Xiaolongnu was defiled by that scoundrel Yin Zhiping.

"But now that I've appeared, the story of Little Dragon Girl can be rewritten."

Zhou Tian shook his head. He had made his decision: to go to the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

We absolutely cannot let that bastard Yin Zhiping succeed.

"Brother Zhou Tian, ​​what's wrong?"

Bei Mingxue keenly noticed the changes in Zhou Tian and asked with some concern.

Zhou Tian took a deep breath, turned to look at Bei Mingxue, and spoke faster but clearly:

"Xue'er, a friend of mine is in danger, and I must go to save her immediately."

"Wait for me here, don't wander off, I'll be right back."

Bei Mingxue was stunned: "Now? Where to? I'll go with you."

But before Bei Mingxue could finish speaking, Zhou Tian shook his head.

The next moment, Zhou Tian activated the chat group's teleportation function and disappeared from the spot.

"Brother Zhou Tian...has disappeared?"

Bei Mingxue stared at the scene before her in disbelief.

Zhou Tian did not hide his abilities from Bei Mingxue, or rather, he had no need to use them at all.

It's not as simple as just believing in Bei Mingxue. Even if others discover Zhou Tian's special abilities, so what?

Unless the goddess Nuwa herself descends, no one can subdue the Zhou Tian.

......

Time and space shift, light and shadow flow.

Zhongnan Mountain, the Tomb of the Living Dead.

Zhou Tian felt a blur before his eyes, and the biting cold wind and snow scene were instantly replaced by the unique damp scent of vegetation in the mountains and forests.

The sounds of flowing water and chirping insects on a summer night filled my ears.

He was now in a quiet mountain forest, where moonlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows.

Not far away, the entrance to an ancient stone tomb can be vaguely seen, which is outside the Tomb of the Living Dead behind Zhongnan Mountain.

Closer still, a scene came into view that instantly chilled his eyes.

Under the moonlight, on a soft meadow, a white figure leaned helplessly against an ancient tree.

It was indeed Little Dragon Girl.

At this moment, she is completely different from the aloof and ethereal figure she was in the chat group's simulated space.

At this moment, Xiaolongnu's acupoints were sealed, and she was unable to move.

But at that moment, Xiaolongnu heard a faint sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were light, tinged with hesitation, yet also revealing a certain resolute determination.

Xiaolongnu's heart stirred, and she spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly:

"Guo'er, is that you?"

The person behind him did not answer.

Little Dragon Girl felt a sudden darkness before her eyes as a rough black cloth covered them.

Sight was completely blocked, and the world was plunged into darkness.

She could feel the man's breathing become heavy, and a trembling hand reaching towards her clothes.

"You, you are not Yang Guo."

Xiaolongnu's voice turned cold, carrying a chilling edge.

But at this moment, her acupoints were sealed, and she couldn't move even a finger. She could only let those hands untie the silk sash around her waist.

The outer garment was gently removed, revealing the moon-white inner garment underneath.

The night breeze brushed against my skin, bringing a refreshing coolness.

Little Dragon Girl bit her lower lip, and for the first time, despair appeared in her eyes.

She lived a life of aloofness and self-restraint; she never imagined she would suffer such humiliation.

Just as that hand was about to touch the sash of her inner garment...

"Buzz!"

A sharp, extremely sharp sword cry suddenly ripped through the night sky!

The sword's cry was not the sound of metal clashing, but a trembling sound that seemed to come from the ancient void, from the stillness of all things.

The moment the sound was heard, the chirping of insects within a three-zhang radius stopped abruptly.

The leaves stopped swaying, and the night breeze seemed to freeze.

Yin Zhiping felt a chill run down his spine!

He turned around abruptly and saw a figure in white standing three zhang away in the moonlight.

He was a boy who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome face, but his eyes held a calmness that was beyond his years.

What made Yin Zhiping's heart tremble the most was the sword in the boy's hand.

It was pitch black, with no metallic luster on its blade, and instead seemed to have swallowed up all the light around it.

The blade faintly reflected the shimmering shadows of stars, and with each flicker, Yin Zhiping's heart clenched uncontrollably.

"Who goes there?!"

Yin Zhiping shouted sternly, but his voice carried an undisguised panic.

He was already one of the best third-generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, with remarkable internal strength, yet he had no idea when the young man had approached!

Zhou Tian did not answer.

His gaze first fell on Xiaolongnu.

Under the moonlight, her white clothes were disheveled, her eyes were covered by a black cloth, and she was listening intently, her delicate face full of vigilance and coldness.

Fortunately, they arrived in time.

Zhou Tian breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned his gaze to Yin Zhiping, it was already icy cold.

"Yin Zhiping of the Quanzhen Sect?"

Zhou Tian spoke, his voice calm, yet it sent a chill down Yin Zhiping's spine.

"How do you know my name?" Yin Zhiping subconsciously took a half step back, his hand already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Why ask so many questions of a dying man?

Zhou Tian slowly raised the Sword of Annihilation.

The moment the sword tip pointed at Yin Zhiping, the surrounding air seemed to be sucked out, and an invisible sense of "annihilation" spread out.

Yin Zhiping's expression changed drastically!

Having cultivated Quanzhen internal energy for many years, he possessed keen spiritual senses. At this moment, he clearly felt that even the "life force" was dissipating where the black sword was pointing!