At this time, on the huge carriage driven by the corpse clan, the corpse Qiliu, who had just relocated the coffin of the Dingping King of the Falling Moon Empire, returned to the hut. In the hut, the old monk, who had carefully checked the young man, said to the worried door thief brother on the side:

"Don't worry, the injury has stabilized, and he will wake up after a while, and the breath that accumulated in his chest before has almost dissipated, and it is estimated that he will be able to speak when he wakes up. ”

Hearing the words of the old monk, the two brothers who robbed the door relieved their hearts, but the corpse Qiyi, who was listening on the side, couldn't help but blush, this rare expression, fortunately everyone's eyes were not here, otherwise they would have been surprised.

Seeing Corpse Seventy-Six coming in, Corpse Six-Three and the others, who had just finished checking the loss of the corpses on the other side, hurriedly asked Corpse Seven-Six: "How is the situation?"

"Third uncle, King Dingping's body is fine, but the remnant soul is gone, and King Dingping's family is scattered. ”

"Alas, Providence is so helpless. Wait a minute, I met the people of the Bukong Mountain Lin Clan, and tell them in detail. ”

"Yes, Third Uncle. After the corpse seven six answered, he stepped aside and whispered to the seventy thousand corpse seven tones,

The corpses Liusan and the others who gathered together looked at the jade slip in their hands that recorded the casualties of the corpse clan, and were silent. This time, the corpse clan suffered heavy losses, and almost all of the more than 100 corpse compatriots who came to the funeral were injured, and more than 40 people died. There were more than twenty people who died at the hands of the two Heavenly Evil Daoists, as well as those who were killed by the Evil Heavenly Capital Formation. This number shocked the corpse 63, and I couldn't help but lament in my heart, the twists and turns together will fold more than 40 companions, what about the future robbery calendar? No wonder the May 1st uncle wants to go out of the customs, there is no great power in the robbery calendar, and in an instant, the entire family will be reduced to fish and meat, and let others use the sword.

At this time, in addition to the corpse clan people who were discussing on the side, there were only the two brothers and the old monk and the little monk in the hut, as well as the corpse Qiyi who was lying on the bed from time to time looking at the unconscious young man lying on the bed. In addition to the little monk always paying attention to the unconscious young man, there is only the corpse girl's eyes occasionally drifting strangely and looking at it, as for the old man in black and the middle-aged man, after learning that the young man was fine, he sat on the side, and hurried to recover his qi to recover his injuries, and the old monk was not idle, he was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and meditating.

The young man in a coma seemed to have a long dream. In my dream, there is a kind and kind mother, a father who has a straight face every day and no smile, and a brother who is ten years older and often teases him to be happy, and Sue... Blood... When I was a child, there were too many and too many, and they all came out at once, and it was difficult to remember them all. With the appearance of these scenes, there are also the most impressive pictures in my mind. It's that I stayed in a deep, dark and cold little house for a long time, so much so that I forgot how I got out. It seems that in my memory, in that deep little house, I am constantly repeating the state of sleeping, waking up, waking up, and sleeping, some of the things I remembered before, some of the past, in this repeated awakening and sleep, have almost dissipated, and now I can recall the past. And the picture in my memory before the coma is still fresh in my memory, from how I met the two brothers who stole the door, to the little flaminge, to the familiar girl, and then... I can't think of anything else, it seems that it's not myself who has experienced this, but my eyes have really seen it, but I have never thought of having other ideas, just like the little monk I know, others will ask him what his name is, even if he can't speak, there is always a way to express it, but the previous self, it seems that only when the middle-aged man is stealing the door, he can occasionally draw out the pictures that emerge in his mind, and the others are gone. It's like a blank sheet of paper, like a walking corpse.

When the boy was still thinking about the things, people, and things that appeared in his mind, suddenly a faint warm air flow appeared in the lower abdomen under the chest, slowly running on his own, as if he was like a newborn child, tentatively, rushing left and right, looking for Zhou Tian who could walk through the boy's body. I don't know how much time has passed, when the boy felt that this qi finally broke out of his body for a week, and then wandered in this week, the young man's heavy eyelids finally became much easier, and when he tried to open his eyes, time had already passed for a long time.

Seeing that the young man on the couch opened his eyes, the little monk shouted happily, the old man in black Zhang Xusheng, the middle-aged man Zhou Hehong, the old monk and the corpse Qiyi who heard the sound in the distance and floated over his eyes all ran to look at him happily.

"I... This... Be... At.. When they all walked into the bed, the young man opened his mouth slightly, and muttered, his voice was very soft, not very coherent, like a stammer, his voice seemed to have not been used for a long time, and his voice was hoarse, sharp and piercing, and unpleasant, but despite this, the few people next to him could hear it clearly.

"Little guy, are you awake, this is in the carriage, can you speak, do you remember what your name is?" The old man in black on the side asked very happily, when he met the boy before, he asked him, but the boy at that time couldn't speak, couldn't write, just like a blank piece of paper, forgot everything, maybe like a newborn, usually except for liking to be in a daze, he didn't know what to do.

The boy struggled to recall, and finally his unused voice spoke:

"Lin... Finish... Small.. Time.. Finish.. up, big.. Must.. Not.. Excellent.. Know clearly. After saying a short sentence, he said it for a long time, and after saying that, as if it had consumed half of his life's strength, the young man closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Looking at Lin Li, who had fallen asleep, the old monk stepped forward to investigate, especially between his chests, and waited carefully for a long time before nodding slightly, and said to the old man in black: "It's okay, after being hit, the stagnant qi in the chest dissipated, and after using the Qiankun Xiaohuandan, the body recovered very well." At the moment, I can walk around normally after resting. ”

After knowing this, the old man in black didn't say anything more, but kept muttering, "Lin, Lin, Lin, it's not bad." The middle-aged man next to him also repeated a few words of Lin's name, very happy.

Everyone saw that the little guy had fallen asleep again, in order not to disturb him, they all went out one after another, and at this time they were still in the house, except for the black-clothed old man and the middle-aged man who were sitting cross-legged on the side, holding the spirit crystal in their hands, and the little monk was left on the side, watching the young man sleep, holding the sleeping incense flamingo in his hand. Among the corpse clan people who went out before, there was an exception that remained, and that was the corpse Qiyi with a cold face. After the little guy said her name, she also muttered two words to herself, repeating the name a few times. It seems like something to remember. After all, not everyone will call everyone a mother when they see it. Thinking of this, a wisp of red appeared on the snow-white face of the corpse girl, and she smiled. But when he thought that this kid actually dared to touch his cheek, he was really bold, and his face instantly turned cold again.

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The Evil Wind Spirit Continent is a continent with yellow as the main color and few other colors, and monotonous, boring, and boring seem to be the evaluation of most of the Daoyan Continent human races. And the Wind Spirit Continent, which is dominated by yellow sand, red cliffs, deserts, and sand dunes, is indeed in line with this evaluation. Although there are lakes and inland seas in this continent, and there are also places with abundant water sources and humidity, it seems to be difficult and extremely luxurious to want to be like Daoyan Continent with green in spring, lotus in summer, chrysanthemum yellow in autumn, and plum white in winter. Not to mention how much financial resources it would cost to cultivate these spirit crystals in the Wind Spirit Continent, just the wind spirit breath unique to the wind spirit continent underground could instantly annihilate and strangle these spirit plants. Therefore, it is easy to ask for mountains and water in the Wind Spirit Continent, but it is difficult or unimaginable to have a dense and green forest.

Therefore, for most of the evil races, it is a great blessing to be able to live in a heaven-sent place like the Daoyan Continent with distinct seasons and full of colors. If you can attack and seize the Daoyan Continent in the Tribulation Calendar, the living environment of the evil clan will be greatly improved, and you don't have to look at the red cliffs for thousands of miles since you were a child, and the yellow sand will rise with the wind and bury the sky.

All this of the evil clan of the Wind Spirit Continent has nothing to do with the desolate clan, at this time, in the Dry Moon Sea, the forbidden land of the Blood Desolation Clan of the Wind Spirit Continent, this side of the scenery, most places in different Wind Spirit Continent, on one side of the vast inland sea, there is an island in the sea with an area of about a thousand zhang square, the island is actually a rare green in the Wind Spirit Continent, and the towering green plants outside are very rare, here are everywhere, and look at the size of the trees, it is estimated that they are more than a thousand years old, surrounded by big trees, there is a Daoyan Continent Jiangnan style courtyard, the main pavilion of the courtyard is in the small bedroom, the veil is blowing with the wind, the interior is rich and fragrant, and the breeze blowing on the inland sea is delicate and warm, this small world does not seem to be in the Wind Spirit Continent where the yellow sand rises with the sky, but it is located in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the small bedroom with fluttering curtains, there is a woman who is peerless in her two decades, sitting on a soft couch, holding a roll of yellow rare books, looking at it carefully, her beautiful face is not like the delicate and beautiful and gentle Jiangnan woman in the Daoyan Continent, but like the resolute atmosphere of the Northern Wilderness, the bold and graceful children. At this moment, on her ancient and waveless face, with a throbbing in her heart, there was a trace of ripples, which was not a ripple of expression, which made the twenty-eight-year-old girl sitting with her look suspicious, put down the plaything in her hand, and said with a happy face: "Ancestor, what is so happy." ”

The graceful and atmospheric woman's expression quickly returned to calm, but the joy in her eyes was easy to see for the girl who had been with her for a long time. This woman who has been in her teens for ten years, her beautiful face is like a flower that has bloomed for thousands of years and has never withered. But the deep vicissitudes of life, wind, rain, snow and frost between the two mooses are the posture that should be due after years of precipitation and accumulation. A trace of ripples flashed by Fang, and the flushing peach made this deep flower extremely charming and luxurious. With the agitation of the ripples, in the eyes of the flowers, there was also a pink spring breeze in the vicissitudes of wind and rain.

"It's nothing, an old man has woken up, Yan'er, how long will it be before my Wind Spirit Continent will be close to the Gradual Demon Abyss. The woman who restored the ancient well without waves, spoke lightly, and her voice was calm as if it had been a thousand years, even after the ups and downs, there would still be a peaceful day after all.

"Guzu. It has been close to the Demon Abyss for about five years, and it has been bordering the Jinchen Empire for about eight years,"

"Well, five years, eight years? Yan'er, remember to remind my ancestor when the time comes, this era is too long, and my ancestor has no concept of time, I am afraid that I will forget it and miss the old man, then it will not be worth it." It's just how to get out, it's worth thinking about, out of this dry moon sea, I'm afraid your aunt and I won't be able to move an inch. ”

"Yes, Aunt, Yan'er remembered. When the aunt wanted to go, Yan'er took the aunt away. "Pretty age is the most pleasing time, let alone such a clever child.

"You kid, you haven't wasted your aunt's kindness to you. After saying this, the conversation stopped, and the small bedroom returned to tranquility, the woman with no waves in the ancient well, continued to look at the rare book in her hand, and the curtains on the side also continued to rise with the wind, and the sea of dry moon in the distance, rippling blue waves, and the scenery was pleasant, but compared with the scenery in this small bedroom, it was more than a point or two.