Li Yuan left just to pick up some hay and make a fire.

He wanted to get ready early for the long night that was coming.

But the blades of grass under his feet are all tender green, not suitable for fire at all, and there are many suitable dead branches and leaves in the mussel forest in front of him, he retracted his neck and shook his head after looking at it from a distance.

Don't venture any closer to the strange woods.

With this in mind, he decided to look out along the border of the river clam forest.

I originally wanted to inform Takemoto, but I didn't respond after a few calls, thinking that she was still angry about her weakness and retreat, so she had to shout from afar as an explanation.

Seeing that Takemoto was still looking at the scarlet woods in front of her with a stupid look, she wasn't sure if she had listened to her words.

But after thinking about it, he just left for a while, and nearly an hour has passed since Xin Zi entered the forest, and Takemoto hasn't even looked at himself, so he shouldn't have found out that his absence is.

With such a fluke, Li Yuan left.

He didn't expect that it would be dark in just a few cups of tea.

I didn't expect that I would come back after a lot of effort to pick up some dry grass and dead branches and leaves, only to find that Takemoto was gone.

Li Yuan stood there looking in the direction he was leaving, stunned for a while. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly threw away the firewood and grass in his hand, and rushed to the place where the original bamboo was, looking at the shallow footprints that she stepped on in a daze.

The slightly thin shoe prints were first scattered around the place where Takemoto stood, and then the two rows of shoe prints approached the river mussel forest backwards, and with a sharp turn at the border of the river mussel forest, there was no trace of it.

Dingding looked at these messy shoe prints, Li Yuan's eyes were red, the green tendons on his forehead burst out one by one, and his body couldn't stop trembling slightly.

Takemoto is in danger!

What forced her to burrow into the eerie river mussel forest without hesitation? What enemy could be more terrifying than the woods in front of you, which seemed to be ready to swallow a person into it?

Li Yuan adjusted his breathing, trying to calm himself down, and looked around.

There is no trace of a second person in this area, except for the shoe prints of himself and Takemoto, or the footprints of fierce beasts.

In fact, he didn't dare to go too far from Takemoto at all, and although he didn't stop looking for it, his ears kept paying attention to Takemoto's direction.

So if there is a real situation, he should be the first to find out.

Wrong.

Judging from the trajectory of this shoe print, Takemoto has never fought any enemy at all, but it is more like writing and directing a dangerous drama by himself.

And where the last row of shoe prints disappears......

Could it be that Takemoto actually received a bewitchment nearly ten paces away from the river mussel forest?!

Li Yuan only felt breathless.

No matter what Takemoto went through before, it was a clear fact that he ended up in that forest.

But if she was really bewitched, it could only mean that Xin Zi's worries were right, this forest was indeed still covered with witch illusions, and this illusion had a stronger ability to control people than the three of them expected.

Li Yuan's heart tightened, his hands clenched into fists, and he looked up at the old trees that were like ghosts in the night.

Takemoto is right, he is not worthy of being Zuo Qiyang's dark stake at all.

He was afraid of death, very afraid of death, so afraid that every time he encountered an enemy, he would flee faster than Xin Zi.

But Takemoto didn't understand that the reason why he thought about running away in the first place was because of her, because he believed that with her strength, he would definitely be able to clear all the obstacles he encountered on the road before.

But now this forest is different.

He was sure that Takemoto would not be able to escape the illusion within, and that he would most likely fall into it and lead to death.

So Li Yuan gritted his teeth, stared at the forest with gloomy eyes, and resolutely walked in.

Li Yuan didn't know what kind of demon spell this river mussel forest had cast, but he believed that any spell that could deceive people's hearts was nothing more than finding the weakness hidden deep in everyone's heart, exposing it, and then infinitely magnifying it.

So he emptied all the distractions in his mind as much as possible, and only focused on looking at the traces of Takemoto on the ground after stepping into the river clam forest, trying to guess where she was at the moment.

Unlike the scattered and messy shoe prints outside the forest, it seems that after entering the forest, Takemoto suddenly calmed down, and walked forward with a firm step, no longer hesitant or timid.

Li Yuan looked up, and corresponding to the almost straight shoe prints, a relatively empty passage that should have been formed in the sky above was covered with horizontal and vertical branches.

In Takemoto's style, walking in such a forest is supposedly to cut off all the branches that stand in her way with a short sword or a soft sword—just as she is as strong and indomitable as she was against the enemy.

Therefore, as long as he encountered the work of opening a road in the wilderness on the road before, he would definitely push it to Takemoto, and he only needed to hide behind the bamboo itself with Xin Zi, and there must be only a flat path left waiting for them.

But now, where Takemoto walked forward, at a glance, the scene in front of him was still divided into countless pieces by branches and vines sticking out from all directions. There were only a few broken branches, but from the broken places, it was obvious that they had not been cut off by a sharp object, but had been broken by some heavy object.

Takemoto, did she just run straight forward like a log? Let these thorny branches cut through their clothes and pierce their skin?

Li Yuan felt an inexplicable distress.

He stood up and slowly walked to a branch that was about two fingers thick to his shoulder, and looked at the blood stains hanging from the branch, thinking that this was the blood stain that had scratched Takemoto's face.

Thinking of her round goose egg face, which was a little sunburned and bronze-colored skin was covered with scars because she had been out all the year round, Li Yuan's heart was sad for a while.

But the resentment and regret in my heart gradually faded, and an inexplicable pity and throbbing were born.

In his mind, Takemoto's face became more and more green, and the facial features on the goose egg's little face gradually became immature, and little by little, the charm of the eighteen-year-old who was unconsciously brought out by his gestures faded into the ethereal of a child under the age of six.

At that time, Takemoto was not Takemoto.

She's just the little Jane girl who was held in the palm of her father's hand.

She is as persistent and tenacious as ever, but there is less burden on her shoulders, and there is only a clear smile in her eyebrows.

She would sneak behind a rockery in the yard to peek at her father practicing swordsmanship, and then take advantage of the fact that no one was around.

Then with color on his face and a face full of grievances, he came to himself and cried.

"Little Qiu Qiu ......"

He remembered that she was always calling his name like that. (To be continued.) )