Wang Hailong, shrouded in the sun, was faintly covered with a layer of shining treasure light, and the little girl's father and grandmother looked numbly at Wang Hailong standing far away from the thatched house, waving his robe sleeves at will, and rolling up a stream of air out of thin air, blowing the thatched house where his father and daughter lived. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A pile of musty thatch and rotten wood was swept into the air by Wang Hailong's casual swing and blown into the mountains in the distance.

Wang Hailong shook his shoulders slightly, the scimitar behind his back let out a loud sound, jumped out of the scabbard and burst out of the bucket-thick knife suspended in the air, stretched out his hand and pointed far away, the scimitar carried the blood-red knife in the air and slashed through the afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, he dug out the foundation pit of five houses with a depth of more than three meters.

The ground and walls of the pit are smooth as mirrors, and the high temperature of the knife burns the ground and the four walls of the pit into a glass-like color.

Huge boulders flew out of the storage bags and landed in the foundation pit of the house, forming a small mountain.

Wang Hailong beckoned, and the flame token flew out of Xiaoya's arms, suspended on the mountain-like stone pile, and the flames shot out enveloped the entire stone pile, and the huge stones were refined into red liquid magma.

The tumbling magma seemed to be controlled by countless pairs of invisible hands, constantly changing shapes, and in a few breaths, five two-story buildings turned into liquid magma rose from the ground.

Retracting the flame token, Wang Hailong's divine consciousness mobilized the aura of heaven and earth to transform into a water attribute true element, and the cold true element made the magma quickly cool and solidify, becoming one.

Wang Hailong smiled at the stunned little girl and her father, beckoned: "Stone house, stone door, stone chair, stone table, stone cabinet, stone bed, including kitchen stove, all the furniture in the house is available." This stone house is not an ordinary house, it is basically equivalent to a witch vessel, and the inside is like spring all year round. ”

Wang Hailong understood from the shocked expression of the little girl and Abba that it was impossible for the two sides to return to the casual way of getting along before.

Little Abba's restraint and the awe and fear in his eyes made Wang Hailong very uncomfortable. Xiaoya and her father are Wang Hailong's saviors, and Wang Hailong doesn't want to face the cautious gaze of his savior all day long.

After building a house for Xiaoya's father and daughter, Wang Hailong took out the sword of Wugu'an and Heide from the storage bag, as well as a gourd of Bigu Dan and a few gourds to refine medicine, handed it to Xiaoya, and told Xiaoya: "Remember the cultivation exercises I taught you, you and your father should practice well, and I will check it when I come back." ”

After speaking, Wang Hailong was not at ease, so he took out a bunch of animal skins and handed them to Xiaoya's abba and said: "Uncle, you keep these animal skins for bedding, there is no food at home, I will go outside the mountain to see if I can buy some food and daily necessities to come back,"

"Brother, I'm going with you." Xiaoya threw away the sword and gourd in her hand, grabbed Wang Hailong's hand, grabbed it tightly, and said that she would not let go of anything.

Xiaoya's Abba eyes flickered, avoiding Wang Hailong's gaze, and said Nuonuo: "Please take Xiaoya with you, I don't want her to be the same as me for the rest of my life." ”

Wang Hailong smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle, I really want to leave here, but this time I really just want to buy some food, and I will come back." ”

"Xiaoya knows the way ......" Xiaoya's father showed a hint of pleading in her eyes, as if she believed that Wang Hailong would never return if she left.

Wang Hailong couldn't bear to refuse anymore, so he had to helplessly pick up the little girl and take off into the air.

Xiaoya's Abba waved his hand with tears and quickly disappeared into the vast sky.

Looking down at the mountains at her feet in the air, Xiaoya giggled in Wang Hailong's arms.

"Brother, I want to fly too, let me fly too, okay?"

Wang Hailong couldn't bear to refuse any request from Xiaoya, took out the cloud flying machine, gently put Xiaoya on it, wrapped Xiaoya with his divine sense, and controlled the cloud flying machine to take Xiaoya to glide slowly in the air.

Xiaoya's father said that Xiaoya knew the way, but it turned out that Xiaoya's father was afraid that Wang Hailong would not return to nonsense.

Looking down at the mountains at his feet, Wang Hailong had been flying for a whole day, and he still hadn't found any bazaars.

Xiaoya also lost interest in flying at the beginning, yawning lazily in Wang Hailong's arms, drowsy.

Wang Hailong had no choice but to find a few dead vines in the mountains, weave them into a net bag, spread hay in it, put the sleepy little girl who couldn't open her eyes into it, and carry it on her back.

As soon as she put the little girl into the withered rattan net pocket, the little girl was half-lying on the soft hay mat and let out a sweet snoring sound.

Without Xiaoya's interference, Wang Hailong soared into the air, like a meteor in the night sky, flew all night, and at dawn, finally saw the outline of a small town appear at the end of the mountain range.

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In the bleak night sky, the tragic stars twinkled.

A team of dozens of people, dressed in black, walked through the forest deep in the mountains. All the trees and plants within a radius of dozens of miles have died, and the branches are hung with the dried corpses of various birds. Dozens of men in black used harpoons and bone spurs to cut through the thick layer of snow, revealing dead animal corpses everywhere.

A strong man in a short robe in an animal skin in the team, with his nose stirring his nose and smelling a trace of a breath that others could not smell, led the team along the stream, following the direction of the stream's flow, tracking the trace of special aura left in the aura of heaven and earth.

At the end of the creek, in a small valley, dozens of thatched huts, fence-walled farmhouse courtyards, and a towering two-story stone house shrouded in the night. The nose of the strong man in the short robe of animal skin twitched, and the fierce light in his eyes appeared only in the eyes of a beast, staring at the two-story stone house that was completely integrated, and a large mouth like a steel needle with short whiskers grinned a slit, revealing sharp teeth that flashed with cold light.

The strong man in the short robe waved behind him, and the team of dozens of people pounced neatly towards the valley.

An eerie black wind swept up and swooped down on the dozens of people in the small valley, tails showing out of their buttocks behind their backs, and their arms pressed to the ground, running on all fours like wild beasts.

The sound of neat footsteps was like the galloping of thousands of horses, and the ground trembled, waking up the sleeping villagers, and the thatched huts lit up with fires.

Dozens of people in black revealed their original forms one after another, bursting the clothes wrapped around their bodies, revealing their furry bodies.

Panicked cries suddenly rang out in the small valley, thatched huts were set on fire, figures running around fell one by one, their heads were torn off, their white brains were swallowed into their stomachs by beasts that only showed their original forms, and the ground was littered with broken arms.

"I don't have any information in my head about the person who lives in that stone house all along......"

The beasts that devoured their brains returned the urn one by one to the strong man in the short robe of the beast.

The strong man in the short robe of animal skin showed a hideous smile: "I already knew. After saying that, the leader rushed towards the stone house.

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