The winter beaver has been trapped for more than ten days, without a trace of light, and is slowly cultivating with a little spiritual power, reducing the difference between the two sets of meridians. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This process is still beneficial, and Winter Beaver feels that his control and use of spiritual power is more accurate.

When she didn't cultivate, she was really bored, so she counted the days, thinking about what happened during this time, worrying that if she didn't go back, Mu Tian would be in a mess.

The days were counted by her, and when the first month, three days, and thirteen hours were in the afternoon.

The winter beaver felt another dizziness in his body, as if he suddenly sensed that there would be a strong light next, and the winter beaver closed his eyes!

Sure enough, the next moment, the bare skin of the body was already reflected in the sun, warm and itchy.

Even with his eyes closed, the beaver could feel the red light in front of him, his eyes rolled, his nose fluttered, and he slowly opened a slit.

A white light and white flowers fell on the dry firewood arranged in a circle around it!

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, the birds in the distance were chirping softly, and the winter beaver was wondering, and suddenly, a sharp voice pierced the sky!

fluttering was the sound of a frightened bird flying away, followed by a strange and harsh tone that filled the ears with singing something that the winter beaver couldn't understand!

She was stunned for a moment, and her eyes quickly widened!

The people who knelt around her, old and young, men and women, all bowed their heads, like devout believers!

And kneeling in the distance of the crowd, a man in fancy dress turned a small banner in his hand with one hand, waved the torch in his hand with the other, and did not know what was singing in his mouth!

Nearby, there was a circle of dry firewood, and the winter beaver was startled and wanted to ask out loud, only to find that he had no sound!

And her hands and feet are also tied, she can't move at all, she doesn't know what the vine that binds herself is, her spiritual power and soul power are completely sealed, and she is no different from a mortal at this moment!

Although I don't know what the man is singing, but the dry wood is blazing, which is obviously going to burn his own rhythm!

The winter beaver struggled, and the wooden frame behind him swayed!

Kneeling at the bottom, some of the younger people shook their bodies and muttered to each other in horror, and the winter beaver didn't know what they were muttering, she just struggled harder.

But to no avail, the sun was so strong that she would die in the sun, and she would be burned to death on the first day of her regain of sight!

The despair in my heart can be imagined!

I don't know where the torch-wielding man suddenly sang, and the entire kneeling crowd suddenly erupted into a loud harmony!

The echo in the mountains sounds extraordinarily cautious!

At this moment, the voice of the person waving the torch suddenly stopped, and the small banner in his hand shook, making a terrible sound like a mourning ape!

The next moment, there were suddenly bursts of uniform crying voices around, and in such an environment, a group of people knelt under the winter beaver and cried!

Winter Beaver thinks this is crying for her?

Do you want to be so neat!!

Just when he was at a loss, the torch was thrown heavily, and it could be deserved to fall at the feet of the winter beaver!

"Brushed" the ground, the corner of the beaver's skirt was instantly ignited, and the dry firewood met the flames, and the tongue of fire devoured the figure of the beaver in an instant......