"Sure enough, it's a great paradise!" the wind exclaimed sincerely.

"You see that the place is still small, but there are many good places. Fengshuang said with a smile.

Due to the barrier of the Himalayas, the climate is warm and rich, the trees are flourishing, the water and grass are fertile, the birds and animals are everywhere, the mountains and rivers are fresh, and the wind can come to this blessed land of God, which is also the grace of God.

This is the last place for the descendants of Kazebe!

"You have to remember that even if there is only one person left in the rain department, you must take revenge, otherwise you are not worthy of being the descendant of the rain department!"

The voice buried deep in his heart sounded again, making the wind shiver and shiver.

Perhaps, this is the last battle, but also the last chance to settle the grievances of history.

Fengsheng glanced at Fengshuang who was walking in front, she was both a guide and a sent to monitor, after all, there had never been a stranger here, his appearance must have made Fengbu feel unusual, from the look of style, he had already sensed it.

Here, it is really different from the ordinary world.

The little black dog, called "Ah Su", followed the two and jumped around like a flea burned by fire. It is dark all over, like black charcoal, only a few white hairs grow on the tail, black fur, exuding luster, jujube red tongue hangs out of the lips, a pair of whistle ears stand upright, and eyes are like two shiny black gems. The most surprising thing about the wind is that Ah Su runs, like an arrow from the string, can disappear in front of him in an instant, and the ability to climb the tree is also first-class, the wind and frost whistle, it gallops under the tree, squats down, and pounces on the trunk of the tree with its front paws, only needs to run vertically, and the tree is more than ten meters high, and climbs up in an instant, standing on the branch, staring at a pair of black eyes, looking down.

Along the path in the forest, the wind followed behind the wind and frost, to the small river, from time to time fish flew out of the water, a man with brown and red skin due to the wind and sun, holding a bright harpoon, flung it gently, a large white carp with a black spine and belly was caught in his hand, he whistled, and threw the carp into his back pocket.

This situation reminded the wind of his hometown.

He left his hometown, more than ten years passed in a flash, don't look at his appearance like an old man, the actual age is only known to himself, all this is for the revenge of the family, sometimes, people live not only for themselves, but bear too much historical responsibility.

Wind clearly remembers: in order to take revenge, every ten years, the rain department will send a child from a remote Nepalese town to search for the whereabouts of the wind department around the world, but never find out the exact information. Only he ---- the wind ten years ago, through a chance to figure out the life experience of the wind language, the wind language may be the descendant of the wind department, sure enough, according to the information left by the wind language, he found the 'Laika Valley', found the base camp of the descendants of the wind department, this is also the mercy of God, giving such a wonderful opportunity.

Feng Sheng looked at the terrain at this time, compared it with the map in his mind, it was only a hundred miles away from his hometown, and within a few minutes, he had never met, and God also played an international joke on the two inseparable tribes.

When he returned to his residence, he would draw a detailed route and topographical map in his notebook in case he needed it.

Wind and frost happily carried the sound of the wind and came to the back mountain again.

"This is a sacred mountain, called 'Dingfeng Mountain', the ancestors gave it this name, it is in the hope that the sacred mountain can protect the descendants of the wind department, and the incense is prosperous and lasts for ten thousand years. ”

The wind sounded "oh", and he looked at the lush mountain in front of him, which was as high as a cloud, reaching into the sky, and the huge trees were all over the place, lush and luxuriant, and the hills were full of crops, as if weaving a layer of brocade on the hillside.

"It is said that our ancestors came through the gate of Mount Kinabalu, and after the descendants of the wind department settled down, the gate of Mount Kinabalu was closed forever, and no one could get out of this canyon by themselves, unless ......."

"Unless what?" asked the wind.

Fengshuang covered his mouth, knowing that he was speechless, and said with a wry smile: "Unless, Shenshan opens the gate again." ”

Fengsheng looked at her dodgy eyes, nodded, and didn't ask any further.

The wind returned to the big tree where he lived, and into the leaf-covered house, he sat down on a low stool under the window, took out a notebook and pen from his backpack, and began to draw a plan, a road map, and a topographical map of the entire Laika Valley according to his impressions.

Just as he looked at the scenery outside the window, listening to the constant sound of birds, the curtain behind him moved slightly, making a very small sound, and the wind hurriedly turned around.

A young girl, dressed in white gauze and fluttering clothes, stands in the greenery, as bright as a blooming white lotus.

Who is she!?