The majestic breeze struck again.

'Sand~' The breeze lifted the dust on the ground, and also brought a slight gust of wind dust.

The wind and dust blew, and the dust kicked up slowly fell to the ground.

Originally, the corners of Yang Zhenqiang's mouth were still very moving, but at this moment, there was no movement, and he was still lying quietly on the wooden table.

Can be a second.

When the petals on the peach blossom tree, one of them drifted to Yang Zhenqiang's body... Something strange happened......

I saw that when the petals touched Yang Zhenqiang's body, it was not so much a contact, but rather a contact; when the petals were less than ten meters away from Yang Zhenqiang, or even closer, even if they were less than five meters away...

The petals began to change slightly.

There is not much change, but there is a sound, 'Zi~' is like a flower petal burning, and the crisp sound of 'Kazkaz' is very pleasant to the ear.

Now.

I saw the floating petals, and at the moment of contact, a snow-white spark ignited from the middle and burned from the periphery of the petals.

The snow-white sparks burned loudly, burning the entire petals and the skeleton of the flower, and finally swallowed in the sea of fire, turning into dust and slowly falling.

It also became a fragment of debris in the air, sinking above the ground.

With the fall and withering of the petals, those that followed, like moths, rushed towards the place where Yang Zhenqiang was, which did not mean that the moths fought the fire, ignited the fire and spontaneously combusted, and played with fire and self-immolated.

The sound of burning also came one after another at this moment, but it was like a firecracker and a thunderbolt in the air, and it also resounded around the circle, clicking.

At this moment, Yang Zhenqiang did not wake up.

But when those petals were less than ten meters in contact, it seemed that there was a strange energy, deliberately blocking their progress, like a guardian, strangling all the intruders from the outside world in the cradle and completely destroying them.

With that ray of light projected from the shed, the layer of transparent energy light covering Yang Zhenqiang's body was also faintly flashing at this moment.

And this thin layer, the transparent energy light covering Yang Zhenqiang's body, exudes huge energy from time to time, as if this energy is also extremely domineering.

Time passes little by little.

The number of times the petals are burned into ashes is also more and more splashed, and the dust that burns until the ashes also fall on the ground is also increasing exponentially.

Half a minute passed.

The transparent energy covering Yang Zhenqiang's body gradually disappeared at this moment, and even those petals drifted towards him at the same time as the energy dissipated.

However, the speed of this drift is extremely slow, as if someone has controlled time, so that these petals scattered in the air are also floating extremely slowly, like a snail's pace at this moment.

Another half minute passed.

The breeze gently swept across the land, one step closer to the appointed hour.

Yang Zhenqiang is still unconscious.

After a few seconds.

Under the washing of the breeze, Yang Zhenqiang's eyes suddenly moved slightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly listed, and some stopped moving, and even these eyes obviously showed some traces of opening.

At this moment.

Yang Zhenqiang was still lying on the wooden table, although there was a trace of obvious signs of waking up, but the wisp of will in his mind was not completely awakened, and he was still asleep.

A few seconds passed.

Under the gentle breeze, Yang Zhenqiang also slowly opened his eyes, although it was a little blurry, but in general, a general scene was still reflected in his eyes.

The will can be regarded as gradually recovering, and it is much more sober.

He lay on the wooden table, raised his head, his eyes swept in all directions, and his confused consciousness also looked in all directions, "What's wrong with me, how did I faint?" Yang Zhenqiang looked at the scenery in front of him, but there was a slight doubt in his mind.

He didn't understand why he fainted at this moment?

Logically speaking, you shouldn't pass out!

Weird......

At this moment, Yang Zhenqiang was still sitting on the wooden bench, but his eyes swept in all directions, but he was puzzled in his mind.

The four sides of the teahouse are still calm, and there is the sound of birds calling from time to time.

In addition to doubts, Yang Zhenqiang glanced at the four directions again, and also raised his head to look at the sky, "It's not too early at this hour, it's important to save your wife and children." "As for why he was unconscious, or why he had no impression, it was also a headache.

Yang Zhenqiang shook his head, and casually put the teapot on the wooden table into the teacup.

Suddenly, the tea that was not very clear also flowed out of the spout of the teapot and flew down the teacup.

Obviously, this tea has changed color under the sunlight, perhaps because of time, the color of this tea has also changed a little.

Tea went into the cup.

The movement in Yang Zhenqiang's hand also stopped.

He put the teapot in his hand back on the table, and the crisp sound resounded throughout the tabletop, but it gradually dissipated in the air and fell to the ground.

When the sound disappeared, Yang Zhenqiang casually picked up the teacup on the side of the teapot, took a sip into his stomach, and the tea slowly went down his throat.

The water was empty, the cups were empty, and the teacups were put back on the table.

"This rest is also rested, and the hour is not early, it is time to continue to set off to save his wife and children. After Yang Zhenqiang put down the cup, he also got up from the wooden bench.

At this moment, after the consciousness is fully restored, the legs and feet also have some strength, and the legs are not weak, but the whole person is more energetic.

After getting up.

Yang Zhenqiang shook back in place, also stopped, looked straight ahead, 'hey~' also sighed a long breath, 'smash, smash, smash' his lips, even the bitterness that was still in his mouth before still echoed in his mouth for a long time.

He stood in place, gently patted some dust off his body, and shook the petals that were still on his body.

Time.

The petals fluttered in the air and slid to the ground, scattering on the ground.

With the withering of the petals, his eyes also swept in all directions, 'hey~' sighed a long sigh, and with a wave of his hand, he left the place.

"Let's go......"

After Yang Zhenqiang left the wooden bench, he also walked towards the red rabbit horse that was being tethered, his pace was a little light, and it was a little slow.

The straight pace also came to the front of the red rabbit horse, stopped, and stopped.

He stood in front of the red rabbit horse, his eyes trembled slightly, and his gaze swept towards the red rabbit horse.

Looking at the red rabbit horse in front of him, his expression was a little more lingering, he raised his hand slightly, followed the black horse hair of the red rabbit horse, and slowly stroked it.

The movements in his hands were a little lighter, looking at the red rabbit horse, and also stroking the red rabbit horse, 'whew' from the corner of his mouth also exhaled a breath of turbidity.

At this moment, the wind in my ears is slowly blowing, slightly light, but also a little comfortable.

Between the branches of the camphor tree, the sunlight was also refracted on the ground and reflected on Yang Zhenqiang's body.

At the same time, this is like raindrops, and the dense sunlight is also sprinkled on the body of the red rabbit horse.

The eyes of the red rabbit horse are looking at the grass, and the ears are shaking a little from time to time, as if they are driving away mosquitoes.

However, this red rabbit is also leisurely, eating the grass on the ground from time to time, and chewing the grass seeds in his mouth from time to time... That scene, not to mention how laid-back it is.

Yang Zhenqiang's hand did not continue to rest on the body of the red rabbit horse, but put his hand down, and his eyes did not continue to stay on the body of the red rabbit horse, but looked at the camphor tree on the side, and also raised his steps and walked to the side.

When I came to the camphor tree, my eyes also looked at the camphor tree.

Looking at the rope tied to the camphor tree, and also at the reins, he slowly raised his hand and untied the reins on the camphor tree.

After the reins were untied, Yang Zhenqiang held the reins and led the red rabbit horse, but he stayed in place, and his eyes were also looking in all directions.

After looking around, Yang Zhenqiang raised his steps and also held the reins of the red rabbit horse, but stopped again, as if thinking of something, his eyes also left the place, and looked at the teahouse behind him, and also stayed on the square land in front of the teahouse.

He looked around the teahouse, and also looked around the teahouse, and saw that there was nothing wrong.

But even so, Yang Zhenqiang still felt that something was wrong... Although, I can't say one, two, three, but I always feel that this teahouse gives people a mysterious existence.

Especially the white cloth on the side of the teahouse, the peach tree that is not in full bloom in this season, and what Xiao Er said before, all made him feel particularly weird......

Yang Zhenqiang shook his head, and decided not to continue on this matter, after all, he couldn't think of anything if he thought about it.

So, I threw out the messy thoughts in my mind.

'Hey~' sighed again, and he didn't continue to think about it, and his eyes didn't stay on the teahouse, but looked at the red rabbit horse on the side, and stroked a little bit of the horse hair on the red rabbit horse, and then he stepped on the back of the red rabbit horse.

A little more athletic.

After Yang Zhenqiang got on the red rabbit horse, he also rode on the red rabbit horse, and the reins in his hand stabilized the shaking red rabbit horse.

Chitu is not shaking.

Yang Zhenqiang's gaze also followed the four directions, his eyes smashed a little, he exhaled a turbid breath from his mouth, and his gaze was a little more lingering, so he also drove the red rabbit horse and left the place.

'Driving~'

The reins in his hand struck the red rabbit horse's body, and the red rabbit horse felt the pain, and also raised his steps and took a step, leaving the place.

This Yang Zhenqiang also drove the red rabbit horse, drove towards the top of the mountain, and also drove away, leaving the place, leaving only a gust of wind and dust in the same place.