Drilling into the Spirit Tree Cave, his right hand pushed aside the empty fairy grass, and his right hand touched a big silver ring, lifted it hard, and the wooden board was lifted, and there was a crystal level below!

He walked down a few steps, put the wooden plank back in his hands, and walked down the crystal level, after more than fifty steps, the crystal level turned right, and after a few meters, he turned upward, thinking: "It is easy to build a crystal level here, but these crystal levels are far inferior to those in the Angel Sister Cave!"

Go up more than 50 levels, and come to the flat land!

There is a large area of fairy grass in front of you, and at the end of it is all spiritual willow trees!

Walking through the fairy grassland, I saw a piece of rice long and wide cut off on a big olive, painted with white paint, and written in nine big characters: "The person surnamed Jiao enters this forest and slaughters without forgiveness"! The eight characters are black, but the word "slaughter" is red with blood!

Shops and wartime buildings are now farther away from each other, and they form groups of open spaces in between. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Eventually, they drove away from the city, and the residential area came head-on. Clumsy recognized the dwellings as old friends, solemn and dignified, the ones of the mushroom heads, with small white columns and green shutters. It was the red brick house of the Onion House, surrounded by a square crystal fence in front of it, which looked particularly cramped.

Now they walked more slowly, for from the corridors, in the garden, and in the aisles, there were young ladies and ladies greeting Ben.

Some of them she didn't know very well, some of them she could vaguely remember, but most of them were people she didn't know at all.

Miss Salted Fish must have spread the news of her arrival.

Little Saint Don Quixote had to be lifted again and again, so that those who ran through the wetlands in front of the door until they reached the entrance of the unicorn lane could be seen in amazement.

They all shouted to Clumsy that she should join their sewing meeting or their Divine Protectorate and not any other organization, and she readily agreed.

As they passed a disheveled house with green wainscoting, a glow-in-the-dark girl standing on the front steps shouted, "She's coming!"

Dr. Raccoon, his wife, and the 13-year-old bullfrog came out and shouted hello together.

Clumsy remembers that they had also attended her wedding.

Mrs. Raccoon ran to the unicorn driveway and craned her neck to look at Little Fur, but the doctor walked to the unicorn cart despite the mud.

He was tall, scrawny, with a pointed iron-blue beard, and his clothes wore on his slender body as if they had been blown by a strong wind.

The people of Fengyun Valley see him as a source of strength and wisdom, and of course he has gained something from their faith, not to mention that he likes to make oracle-like speeches and has a somewhat arrogant attitude, he can be said to be the most kind person in the city.

The doctor held hands with her, patted Don Quixote on the belly, and said a few words of praise, and announced that Aunt Salted Fish had sworn not to go to any hospital or the Divine Protectorate except to Dr. Raccoon.

"Now, my dear, but I have promised a thousand ladies!" said the stupid.

"I vouch for it!," Mrs. Raccoon exclaimed angrily, "Nasty woman! I think she picks up every trip to the Huojiao steam car!"

"I said yes because I didn't understand what it was all about. Clumsy admitted.

"What's going on with the Divine Protectorate?"

Both the doctor and his wife were a little surprised by her ignorance.

"Well, of course, you've been locked up in the country, so you don't understand," Mrs. Raccoon defended her.

"We have organized a spiritual care meeting for different hospitals, and we take turns to provide care every day. We nursed the sick and wounded, helped the doctors, made bandages and clothes, and when they were ready to be discharged, we brought them home to recuperate until they could return to the army.

At the same time, we take care of the families of the wounded who are destitute - some of them are not just poor.

Dr. Raccoon works in a public hospital, and my Guardian Society is there, and everyone compliments him on his greatness, and—"

"Alright, alright, Mrs. Raccoon," said the doctor triumphantly, "don't brag to me in front of anyone." I haven't done enough, and you won't let me go into the army. ”

"-No!-" she shouted angrily, "I? you know very well, obviously the city won't let you go. Why, stupid, when people heard that he wanted to work as a military doctor in the Psychic Sanctuary, all the ladies in the city signed a letter asking him to stay here. Of course, this city can't be without you. ”

"Alright, alright, Mrs. Raccoon," said the doctor again, clearly for the sake of praise.

"Perhaps, having a child on the front line will be enough for the time being. ”

"And I'm going there next year!" the little bullfrog shouted excitedly, jumping. "Go be a drummer. I'm learning to play the drums. Would you like to hear it? I'm going to get the drum right now. ”

"No, not now," said Mrs. Raccoon, as she pulled him closer, her face suddenly nervous. "Not next year, my dear, maybe the year after tomorrow. ”

"But then the Human-Demon Holy War will be over!" he shouted impatiently, trying to break free of his mother's grasp.

"And you promised!"

His parents exchanged glances on the top of his head, for Clumsy to see.

It turns out that the eldest son, the puffer fish, is already on the front line of the psychic sanctuary, and they have to hold on to the small one left more tightly.

Uncle Bluebeard cleared his throat.

"Miss Salted Fish was angry when I went out, and if I hadn't come home sooner, she would have fainted. ”

"Goodbye. I'll go see you this afternoon. Mrs. Raccoon exclaimed. "You tell Salted Yu'er for me, if you don't come to my Divine Protectorate, it will be even more bearable for her!"

The unicorn slid forward on the muddy road, clumsily leaning back on its mattress and smiling. She felt like she hadn't felt so comfortable in months.

Fengyun Valley, it is so hurried, and there is an exhilarating torrent in its life, it is very pleasant and pleasant, compared to the lonely sacred valley field outside the city of the Spirit Mouse Tomb where only crocodiles roar in the quiet night, compared to the Spirit Mouse Tomb itself dreaming in the garden behind the high wall, and compared to the heart of the spiritual spring with palms planted on both sides of the wide street and flowing with muddy rivers everywhere, I don't know how much better.

Yes, it's even better than Eros Kiss for the time being, even though Eros Kiss is such a lovely place to be.

Nestled in the rolling red hills, the city with its narrow and muddy streets has something exciting about it, something jerky and rough, that echoes the jerky and rough nature of the beautiful exterior that her mother and godmother gave to Dumb Bun.

She suddenly felt that this was the place for her, and those ancient and quiet cities lying next to the golden water were something she was not used to by birth.

The house was getting thinner and thinner, and Clumsy leaned out to see Miss Salted Fish's red brick and stone dwelling. It's pretty much the most unseen house on the west side of the city.

Beyond that was the Spirit Tree Street, which snaked its way narrower and narrower under the Great Spirit Tree, and gradually disappeared into the silent forest.

The clean crystal-slab wall in front of Miss Salted Fish's house was freshly painted white, and the small courtyard around it was dotted with the remnants of the golden impatiens that had bloomed at the end of the time.

On the front steps stood two women dressed in luminous clothes.

Behind her was a fat, golden-skinned woman, her hands wrapped under her apron, a mouthful of snow-white teeth grinning and exposed.

Aunt Chunky Salted Fish excitedly moved her small feet, one hand pressed on her plump breasts, trying to calm a slightly beating heart.

Stupid saw the weak standing beside him, and she suddenly became disgusted, she understood that if Fengyun Valley had a fly in the ointment, it must be caused by this thin person in mourning clothes.

Her dark glow-in-the-dark curls are submissive, fitting for a young grandmother, with a lovely smile that welcomes and delights on her face.

If a northerner is willing to pack his bags and travel 50 kilometres to be a guest, he will stay there for at least a month, often much longer.

Northerners are very hospitable and happy to visit other people's homes, for example, to spend the Christmas holiday in other people's homes, and stay in July of the following year, which is a common occurrence among relatives.

Newlyweds often go on honeymoons in a circular fashion, sometimes staying with a desirable family until the birth of their second child.

Some of the older aunts and uncles come to their nephews' and nieces' houses for lunch on Sundays, sometimes they stay and die years later and are buried there.

When the guests come, they will not cause any trouble, because there are houses and holy servants, and the extra cost of a few months' meals is a trivial matter in this wealthy area, and it is nothing.

Regardless of age or gender, everyone goes out as a guest, newlyweds on their honeymoon, young and old men and women who have lost their loved ones, girls who have been arranged by their parents to leave home to avoid undesirable marriages, and girls who have reached a dangerous age and have no engagement partners, so they want to change places and choose a good match under the guidance of their relatives.

Wait, guest visits add stimulus and variety to the monotonous and rigid northern life, so it's always welcome.

Therefore, when Ben Ben came to Fengyun Valley this time, he didn't think about how long he wanted to stay here in advance.

If she felt as dull and boring here as she was in the Heart of the Springs and the Breath Bautens, she would go home in a month.

If she is happy, she stays indefinitely.

But as soon as she arrived, Aunt Salted Fish and the weak began to act and persuade her to live with them permanently.

They offered every reason they could find to convince her.

They kept her, first and foremost, for herself, because they loved her.

They felt lonely in this big house, and they were even more scared at night, but she was brave enough to strengthen their courage.

She was so lovely that she could encourage them when they were depressed, and since she and her son were dead, she and her son deserved to live with the people of his hometown.

Also, according to the will of the angry bag, half of the house belongs to hers.

Finally, the Northern Holy Souls Alliance needs everyone to participate in sewing, weaving, rolling bandages, and caring for wounded soldiers.

The uncle of the angry bag, Donggua, who lives alone at the Fengyungu Hotel near the station, also talked to her about this issue seriously.

Uncle Winter Melon is a violent old gentleman, short, with a big belly, a red face, and long unkempt silver-white hair, and he is very unaccustomed to the cowardice of women and the habit of talking big.

It was for this reason that he and his sister, Miss Salted Fish, did not have much to say.

They have been incompatible in character since childhood, and later they are even more at odds because he opposes Miss Salted Fish's way of educating the Angry Pack, who he says is simply transforming the Angry Bag "from a soldier's son to a sissy little white risk!"

On one occasion a few years ago he had beaten her so hard that Miss Salty had never spoken of him since, and had only whispered a few words when she wanted to talk, and her surprisingly silent attitude would have made outsiders think that the honest old lawyer Qimi was a murderer.

The sad incident happened like this: one day Aunt Salted Fish wanted to withdraw 500 gold coins from the real estate she had handed over to the winter melon management to invest in a gold mine that did not exist.

Uncle Winter Melon disagreed with her and severely criticized her for being as confused as a June bug, and seemed very agitated, and stayed by her side for less than five minutes before leaving.

Since then, she has only met him on official occasions, which is once a month to have Uncle Bluebeard drive her to Wintermelon's office to collect household expenses.

And every time she came back from there, she had to lie in bed with tears and sedatives, and even sleep all night.

The weak and angry bag gets along well with her uncle, and often tries to relieve her of this pain, but Salted Fish often plays with the child's temper, pouts and refuses to accept their mediation.

She said that the winter melon was her cross, and she had to endure it for the rest of her life.

From here, the inflated and weak can only conclude that she can enjoy great pleasure from this accidental stimulus, the only stimulus for her peaceful life.

Zhou Bo thought to himself: "Why does this Lin master hate my surname Jiao so much? Even if someone surnamed Jiao offends him, there are thousands of people surnamed Jiao in the world, and they can't be slaughtered all of them!"

In fact, the sky is hazy, and these nine words are written with thunderous teeth and claws, and the word "slaughter" is dripping with red paint, as if it is sprinkled with blood, which is even more tragic and terrifying!

Pondering: "The white girl told me not to say that my surname is Jiao, so that's the case! She told me to knock three times on the second word of the nine big characters, just to ask me to knock on the word 'Jiao', she didn't know the word 'Jiao' at that time, because she was afraid that I would be angry! Knock it well, what's the matter? She saved my life, don't say that only three times on one word 'Jiao', just to knock three times on my Zhou Bo's head, that's fine!"

Seeing a silver needle on the spirit tree, and a small silver hammer hanging from the needle, he lifted it up and knocked it on the word "Jiao"!

The silver hammer fell, making a metallic sound, really loud, Zhou Bo was unexpected, slightly startled, only to know that there was a silver plate under the word "Jiao", and the back of the plate was hollow, just because the outside was painted white, and I couldn't see it for a while!

He struck it twice more and hung up the silver hammer back!

After a while, I heard a girl's voice behind the willow tree shouting, "Miss is back!"

The voice is full of joy!(To be continued.) )