The little eagle was stunned and did not move, a gust of wind breathed, and it was inexplicably touched.

After stopping for a second, she took a step, the wind was growing and falling, and the leaves were sinking.

Pouring water realized that he had just bumped into a person, and the aroma that drifted away with the wind was so touching that it felt familiar to him.

In the evening, when he came back from collecting firewood, a moon hung high in the blue night sky, and in the dense forest, there were figures swaying, and I don't know who was haunting.

"Dark Swordsman again, and the one with the cross-shaped scar on his face that day?"

Then, he tied up the piles of firewood with a woven straw rope and put them under the tree, never daring to make a sound again.

The light and suppressed footsteps stepped on, making a "squeak" sound.

One black shadow after another flickered, and the sword shadow suddenly appeared.

Pouring water and dodging, in a panic fleeing, being chased by a group of people, there are people everywhere, and there are sword lights rising up and down the trees to the sky.

He had no power to restrain the chicken, and Qiong Yujian didn't have it with him, besides, he didn't know martial arts at all.

In such a situation, in such a situation, he ran as fast as he could, dancing with death in the moonlight, dodging one obstacle after another and even traps from the woods.

This group of people can't get along with him......

While he was sweating profusely and exhausted, the group of dark swordsmen were still waiting in the woods, waiting for an opportunity to strike, and if he tried to return again, he would surely be in a murderous position.

The sword light was at the top of the woods from which he had escaped, heralding the demon's minions and eagle eyes.

Why are they doing this...... Cornering him?

Pouring water, his whole body was planted in the puddle, and he took a bath in the muddy body.

"I thought about it—I had to give up." Shui Ran muttered as he thought that he might not be able to get back the firewood he had worked so hard to collect, so he could only put it in the woods, or come back early tomorrow morning, or he would not be able to go back to the errand.

After washing his body for a while, he saw that those people were not chasing after him, so he dismissed the idea and had to wait until tomorrow morning to come.

The hazy moonlight shone on him, engulfing him in a watery light.

In the midst of his strong arms was the cold moonlight, and the mossy stones beside the puddle had shredded his clothes into cloth—he couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart, it was really amazing! The ends of the swords that came at him, no more than a foot away from him, were like angry crowns, and the same arrogance as people could not be extinguished, one after another, making people cry out in distress and dodge, so that his head shook and his eyes went straight to Venus.

When I stood up, the sound of water was loud.

Moss was everywhere, and the blood seemed to spread everywhere. As soon as he shook his head, he saw the scene of ancient times, which was also this deep bamboo forest.

He shook his hair and returned to reality.

Scratches on his face from the bark of trees, as well as blood stains on his knees from the stones in the woods when he was chased before, are vivid.

When he returned to Longyu Pavilion with his consciousness supported, it was already late at night, the crows were silent, the moon was white and the wind was clear, blowing through his ears and passing between his wet sleeves.

"Who is it?" The disciples on duty at the night in the Longyu Pavilion suddenly heard a movement.

There was a "snap", and it turned out to be pouring water and crashing into the door, and then on the ground.

The disciples of the Longyu Pavilion immediately helped the injured Shui Ran up, and helped him into the pavilion step by step.

The crescent moon turned out its white belly, the clouds were leisurely, and the night was floating in the stars.

The flute sounded melodious, who was holding the flute to make Xiao. The white clothes are shallow, the wind is surging, the clouds are in the clouds, the high and the long eyes are far away, and I don't know where to go.

The flute in Dai Qing's hand was played with by his fingers, the white clothes flipped over, and he closed his eyes calmly and said, "One day, the scara will awaken."

In the night sky, the outline of the dragon is reproduced, ups and downs, like a shining star in the dark clouds, hidden in the infinite power of killing and ready to be released.

Under the snare of this heaven and earth.

Xiao Nibao asked, "What's the matter, Brother Shui Ran?"

At a glance, she saw the senior brother on duty help Brother Shui Ran, who was injured, in.

Brother Shui Ran was silent, not saying a word about the people who attacked him in the woods, but suddenly broke free from his brother's support, raised his heavy eyelids, and suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes.

"Who injured you like this......" Senior Brother couldn't help but worry about his safety, I am afraid that the person who hurt people is conspiring to come and specifically target Shara.

"This ...... I don't want to say. Pouring water still didn't say a word, and sat down on the dusty ground, sitting on the ground.

"No matter who I offended in the past, and who wants to take anything from me, I am no longer the same person I used to be......"

"I don't care who they are...... I don't care what I used to be. "Dumping Shui Ran no longer wants to be implicated in a recurring whirlpool because of his former self.

The senior brother was silent, looking at the burning firewood in the fire, and the little milk bag was making supper again.

Xiao Milk Bao was sad for Brother Shui Ran, didn't he really want to know what happened before?

"Brother Shui Ran, there is a person in the pavilion today...... "Xiao Milk Bao continued to add firewood to the fire pit, "You sit in front of the fire, be careful of catching a cold." ”

"Who?" Pouring water and moving, he got up and patted the ashes on his buttocks, and came to the raging flames, "My clothes are wet, can you go and change ...... first?"

He got up again and said, "Where are you going to get game tonight?"

"Roast chicken." The little milk bag replied to him, a pair of apricot eyes kept staring at the flames, the flames burned her cheeks red, her eyes were bright, and the bunches of fireworks seemed to have tails and scurried everywhere in the fire kang, and they were divided into several wrong directions.

The pheasants and hares that the little milk bag secretly caught can probably eat several meals, and they have been plucked during the day and are now being put in the jar and dying! However, the hair was not plucked clean, and the pheasant still opened and closed its mouth during the day, and she wanted to raise the hare, but ...... I don't know if Longyu Pavilion can accommodate such a small animal.

Curled up in a ball in the earthen jar, the pheasant whose feet were tied with straw heard the word "pheasant", and seemed to understand human nature at once, and immediately opened his misty eyes from his sleep, and "clucked" twice.

There was a slight noise in the earthen jar, and the hares began to bounce in another earthen jar next to it, but they could not see the dawn.

The fate of the pheasant is probably to incarnate into a roast chicken, but the hare does not know......

"I want to sleep...... "The little milk bag suddenly stopped the tongs that were being pounded into the kang in his hand, and the tongs were rested on the kang with a "bang".

Dumping Shui Ran had already changed his clothes and couldn't go back to the attic, so he simply slept in front of the kang for the night.

Xiao Milk Bao and the senior brother who was on duty at night went back to the attic, and she was sad all the way back...... I don't know why.

Obviously, that person was in front of Brother Shui Ran, but he didn't know that person.

The sister who came in the afternoon, I heard that her name was Zi Youdiao, and her eyes seemed to be ...... She may be another "Sister Wind Stop" who has crossed over! A year ago, before Sister Feng stopped going to Longtan, she mentioned her life experience and even everything to Xiao Nibao, and Xiao Nibao realized that Sister Feng Zhu was not easy to do, and it took a lot of hardships for her to come to Brother Shui Ran's side, but he repeatedly failed her.

Listen to Sister Feng Stop, everyone will probably have an afterlife and a previous life! But not everyone has this wonderful reincarnation.

The little milk bag knew that Sister Fengzhi's Qiongyu Sword was hidden in the palace map, and she also learned a lot about the deeds of the wandering girl Ye Meng from her sister, and her sister had been pursuing her own happiness for a long time.

During those years in Wufu, every time she fell asleep next to her sister, her sister would tell her about the past, and every bit of it still touched her heart.

The story of the wandering girl Ye Meng has already knocked on her heart when she was very young, that world is a bloodbathed rivers and lakes, there is wind and rain, there is also love and righteousness, no one will forget anyone, Qiao Nanning is willing to give up his life, and he is not willing to implicate his beloved because of himself, and when he turns into a wandering spirit, he suddenly regrets it - the person he deviated from after falling off the cliff has been discarded by himself, but that person is the love of this life, and he will never be able to have this kind of luck again.

Even after Qiao Nan died, Ye Meng was still looking for his traces, and so far, he must not be forgotten by others in his life.

Her whole life has lived for obsession and is watered by obsession.

In the wind and rain, Ye Meng was waiting for Qiao Nan to return.

In this life and this life, Ye Feng is still waiting for the pouring water, however, in this life, she has no chance, she will never wait for that moment, she will sleep in the grave forever, and her faith in this life has been destroyed by Wu Shuang's own hands, destroyed by her jealousy and ugliness, all of them have come to naught, and she is shrouded in a haze of purgatory.

Although Xiao Milk Bao doesn't understand what love is like, it is very uncomfortable today......

In her dreams, she was calling Shui Ran's brother's name, hoping that one day, they would be able to meet again.

No matter what happens, she hopes that the marriage will last, otherwise, she will end up with only herself who will be heartbroken, not the two people whose memories have been completely erased.

Sister Wind Stop had already handed over the Hot Wheels to the little milk bag four years ago, and at that time, Sister Wind Stop had probably practiced peerless light skills, and she could fly off the wall without relying on external forces.

Today, the martial arts artifact Hot Wheels is naturally carried by the little milk bag, and one day, it will come in handy.

In the world, in addition to the cold-faced man and his mother, only my sister is the only one who keeps the little milk bag.

She is like a master who teaches Xiao Milk Bag, giving her teachings anytime and anywhere, and following her paths.

This is also the inner root and essence of the little milk bag that has always been in mind.

In the night, the wind fought, and the many dark swordsmen who retreated from the woods said: "We will wait for the day when the power of the Water Jiaolong will awaken, and the day when the Immortal Stone will break the Secret Realm Law Gate will not be far away."