It was white, silent, and there was a slight wave of qi surging in the distance, which could not be seen or caught, only the trouser legs squirmed gently at the ankles. Fanyin stood alone in place, the chaos around her made her seem uneasy, she slowly crouched down and used her hands to find the direction of the qi surge, but this extremely light breath even made people wonder if it was an illusion.

Fanyin groped back and forth on the ground with her hands, trying to grasp the only information that could give her a sense and make her sure that she was a living creature, beads of sweat slowly seeped out of her forehead, her legs were already on her knees, and her chest was violently rising and falling and breathing hard. The few aircurrents that were there were also faint, and the empty wilderness made Sanskrit almost suffocate.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Vanyin opened her eyes in horror, the world was spinning, she couldn't feel where she was, her eyes were so dizzy, her head was about to explode, it hurt so much, but she couldn't let herself sleep. She couldn't see clearly, couldn't open her eyes, she just felt like she was moving, what was going on.

"Mom, this child is not seriously injured, but now he is extremely tired, so he needs to take a break quickly. "Sanskrit seems to see someone's lips and teeth moving, I don't know if it's a dream or a wake-up.

"My poor boy, carry me to your room. "Who is the appearance of a woman, standing aside?

It was so light that Fanyin felt herself stop, carefully placed on the bed. Someone wiped her face for her. She said with difficulty,

"The Northern Tang family of Dongling Kingdom?"

"Yes child, yes, you arrived at the Tang family in the north of Dongling Kingdom, you can rest assured. You are safe now. The woman spoke.

"Are my friends there?"

"Yes, all in. "The woman's appearance is very gentle.

"Are you all there......" Sanskrit opened her mouth, her mind blank.

The woman was speechless and choked up, "Child, you brought a lot of people over safely, you can rest, don't talk anymore." The woman cried.

Sanskrit fainted, and was no longer conscious. It was as if it had slept for centuries, it was very sore, and Sanskrit's brain was full of noise, one shouting, one messing, one roaring. She wanted them to stop, all of them, but she couldn't.

After a painful whimper, Sanskrit opened her eyes again. She stared at everything in front of her, the high roof, the delicate brick walls, the warm goose yellow, although rich but simple, a good house, a good place, not a tourist village, not a home.

She looked at the roof, motionless, her mouth half-open.

"Child, are you awake?" a woman whispered softly beside her, low but uncontrollable in astonishment.

"Xiaoyin, Xiaoyin, are you awake?" Yaya sat on the edge of Fanyin's bed and shouted, "Dad! Dad! Xiaoyin is awake!"

"Xiaoyin!" Ya Qingshan hurriedly got up from the chair, his body shook, and he froze and rushed over. He sat there for three days and three nights, like a piece of wood, and never said a word except for constantly feeding Sanskrit with medicine and food.

"Xiaoyin, do you see your uncle, do you see your uncle?" Ya Qingshan stood behind Yaya, hunched over, and looked at Fanyin. He has been practicing medicine for many years, and he has seen a lot of life and death, and the Sanskrit sound is now like wax paper, and the remnants are still touched. Ya Qingshan turned his back suddenly, coughed and cried.

Yaya's thin little hands gripped her arm so tightly that it pinched Fanyin's arm blue, but neither of them knew it. Sanskrit's eyes were straight and motionless.

The door opened, and a man entered.

"Brother, he seems to be awake. A little boy walked in softly, followed by a man.

"Be quiet!" the woman suddenly stopped, her whole body tensed, even though the little boy's voice was already very small and soft.

"I'm sorry, aunt," the little boy was very well-behaved, his round eyes were smart, and he walked over slowly, "Is this little brother awake?" Before the words fell, the little boy suddenly realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly stopped his mouth and looked at the person who followed him in a panic, "Brother?" The little boy looked at Beiming behind him with a puzzled face, and asked in a question.

Beiming was also stunned, stunned at the moment.

A sweet and lovely face appeared in front of everyone, without the previous blood stains and filth, clear and transparent, although the face was haggard, it was not difficult to see that it was a neat little girl, but the clear outline was full of heroism. Beiming hurriedly grabbed his younger brother and stepped back again and again.

"Where did you come from, little boy, you two are fools!" the woman whispered, a gloomy color on her gentle face. She glanced at her son complainingly, and Beiming bowed his head apologetically, he was mistaken.

Bei Ming looked up at Sanskrit Yin lying on his bed again. On that day, he carried her back, afraid that she would be seriously injured, pull the wound, and could not withstand the bumps and fatigue, so he walked and rested, for four days and four nights.

He only said that the child on his back was scarred and covered his face, but his spiritual method was very good, and he was definitely not human. He subconsciously misjudged that the person he saved was a boy, and completely forgot that his parents often mentioned that the fifth uncle's family had a daughter.

The woman turned her head again and whispered in Fanyin's ear: "Xiaoyin, is it okay to drink some water?" She looked at Fanyin's half-open mouth, breathing heavily, and her mouth was all bursting, and she couldn't help but shed tears again.

Beiming walked slowly to his mother's side, gently stroking her back with his hand, she also sat here for three days and three nights without moving, except for crying and looking at Fanyin.

Sanskrit's eyes suddenly rolled.

"Hey," Bei Ming said softly, "do you see me?"

Fanyin's eyes moved again, but she didn't react again.

Oh, there was a heavy and hurried step in the corridor, and the door was opened.

"Where's the kid!" rushed in a strong, strong voice.

"Here. The woman said.

A powerful and powerful middle-aged man in a military uniform strode to the Fanyin bed, his eyes were red, his face was full of stubble, and his fists were full of green tendons, it was Beitang Muren.

"Child!" Beitang Muren didn't have a warm voice, his voice was loud, and he shouted urgently!

Fanyin's eyes suddenly turned twice, her stiff eyelids moved, she looked at Beitang Muren like a wooden voice, and said in a dumb voice,

"Northern Tang Muren ......" her voice was dry like the yellow earth burned by the scorching sun, and she was in her throat, "Uncle......

"It's me! It's me!" Beitang Muren, a seven-foot strong man, heard this, tears instantly gushed out! "Fanyin, it's uncle!"

"My dad...... It's gone...... "Sanskrit Yin's mouth closed one by one, and Mu Ran said.

Everyone was stunned, who knew that the first sentence of the child's mouth was so cruel. Beitang Muren was heartbroken, and when he was about to speak, Fanyin spoke again, "Before he leaves, let me find you...... I...... Found ......"

"Fifth Xiaoyao, what role do I have, but I am also vulnerable!"

"Why did you ghost lord find me?

"I'll try again. ”

"Your target is Dongling?"

"Northern Tang ...... I don't know which one is better with you. ”

"Fifth Xiaoyao, what role do I have, but I am also vulnerable!"

"Why did you ghost lord find me?

"I'll try again. ”

"Your target is Dongling?"

"Northern Tang ...... I don't know which one is better with you. ”

"Fifth Xiaoyao, what role do I have, but I am also vulnerable!"

"Why did you ghost lord find me?

"I'll try again. ”

"Your target is Dongling?"

"Northern Tang ...... I don't know which one is better with you. ”

The Sanskrit sound continued, repeating these five sentences constantly, and his eyes were empty, as if he was not going to stop.

"My child!" Beitang Muren threw himself on the side of Fanyin's bed, hugged her head with his arms, and cried!

Sour tears fell from Sanskrit eyes. She closed her eyes and said no more.