Susie said countless words that day.

From the children to the future planning of the two people, from the wedding to the management of Nanzhou and the beast clan in the future, there are many guests to be invited in the calendar......

And the pastor only said one word.

"Good!"

Susie was stunned, glared at him, and hugged his waist again.

"You guy, you can't say a few more words, I really doubt it, what is the most common thing you have said since you were a child, is it 'preparing food', or 'I'm hungry'?"

"I like you." Pastoral Path.

"Huh?!" Susie raised her eyes in confusion.

"I mean, the most I say is, 'I like you.'" ”

Dressing and preparing food, he didn't have to talk to Ben.

Mu is the kind of person who talks a lot, not to mention, after the eye accident, others are even more withdrawn.

Speaking of which, these two days were the two days when he talked the most.

The only thing he said the most was, "I like you"!

"Hey, hey!" Susie laughed, "Then you will say one word to me every day from now on." ”

"Okay."

Reverse - Sky - Small - Crazy - After***

West Continent.

The Wizard of Wonderland.

Luo Jia and the Purple Disciple flew down from the Purple Disciple's Thunderbolt Snow Eagle at the same time, and landed by the small river near the Elven Village.

Looking at her hometown after a long absence, Luo Jia took a deep breath of the unique fresh air of the elf village, and the fatigue of several days of traveling seemed to be swept away.

She was about to step onto the small bridge when the purple disciple's arm suddenly reached out and stopped her.

"Wait." The purple disciple looked at the elven village in the distance across the river, "It seems...... Something is wrong. ”

Hearing this, Luo Jia set her steps and looked at the elf village in the distance across the river.

It seems that there is nothing unusual about the elven village, calm and beautiful as a dream.

However, her long dark green eyebrows were also tightly wrinkled.

It's so quiet.

Now, it's dusk, to her experience.

At this time, the children should be frolicking by the river, the men should be busy chatting after work, and the women should be preparing meals.

But in the entire elven village, there was no sound.

There is no laughter of children, chasing and fighting.

There are no women washing fruits and vegetables by the river.

There is no cooking smoke.

……

Nothing.

The village was as quiet as a dead village, though nothing unusual looked like it was from the outside.

Just now, because the two of them came by flight and did not encounter a patrol, Luo Jia did not feel strange.

But this is really not right in such a village.

"How can this be, grandpa and them, and all the villagers?!"

There was concern in her tone.

The purple disciple didn't speak, but just stepped forward and protected her in front of her.

Raise your right hand and with a flick of your hand, you will hold a small object between your fingers.

It was a small silver arrow with a small muslin cloth on it.

The ink eyes looked at the bushes opposite the river, and the purple disciple took Luo Jia with his hand, and flew over the trees, his body like a gray lightning bolt, straight into the bushes.

A dark shadow in the forest suddenly flew up and tried to escape.

"Luojia!"

Whispering to remind Luo Jia, Zitu nodded, his body flew up obliquely, his fingers raised, and he was greeted with a palm.

The shadow fell back and slammed into the grass.

Just as he was about to get up and run again, a green rattan net had already covered him, firmly pressing his body against the grass, unable to move.

"Who are you?!"

The purple disciple looked condescendingly at the guy who was trapped by Luo Jia and asked in a deep voice.