"This land was originally a sacred island inhabited by unsubservient gods, and they did not exist in name only, but were built by people who had actually inherited the blood of the gods, so those royal families rarely came here......

The cold wind flowed in through the cracks in the hut, and while rubbing his hands baked by the flames of the stove, he wrapped his shawl tightly and sat down on the ground with a "bang" to look at Glynn.

Not only does Granny Greene prophesy, but she is also surprisingly knowledgeable.

She not only knows the herbs of the forest, divination, and weather prediction, but also has a deep understanding of the legends and history of the continent and islands.

About this, Ge Lin often told Ran Yixi and Feng Gu unreservedly, just as the children in the village learned a lot from their parents.

The two of them learned the wisdom of life, history, writing, and many other things from Ge Lin, so they not only knew many things that the villagers might not know, but also liked to tell strange truths.

"Listen, Yixi, peace without sacrifice does not exist; Just as a place of light produces shadows, the royal family is strengthened by suppressing many grievances, sufferings, and grief......"

Greene said softly, in a low, gloomy voice.

Seeing that the adoptive mother's appearance was very different from usual, I couldn't help but be silent today.

Noticing Jinchao's gaze, Greene finally returned to her usual appearance, "The fire has weakened, I'll go get some firewood." ”

"Ah, it's okay, I'll go."

"No, you can't go outside, I'll go tonight."

"It's not that far outside, it's okay, I'll be back soon." Although he felt that it was very deliberate to say this, Jin Chao still stood up brightly.

Indeed, all the firewood in the hut had been put into the stove.

He knotted his shawl in front of him, lit the lantern hanging on the wall with the fire of the stove, and stood at the door of the hut, and saw through the crack in the door that the frost was already falling outside.

"Yixi, I'll be back as soon as I get the firewood." Greene admonished.

"I know, wait a minute." As he spoke, he pushed open the cold and heavy wooden door, and walked out of the snowflakes with the lamp.

The night forest, guarded by layers of branches and buds, turns into a world of snowflakes at some point, and even the exhalation is as white as freezing.

"What's wrong with my mother-in-law? Something seems to be wrong today......" Imaso muttered as he walked towards the warehouse behind the house.

She lifted the cloth from the pyre, pulled the hem of her skirt into a bag, and held the firewood that she couldn't hold in her hands.

"The god of the Night Sword, who brought disaster to the earth......"

Suddenly, I heard a strange sound and stopped.

"Cut off the spirit of the generation with a greeting, and that's ......"

Imasato wanted to find the source of the sound, and looked around in a panic.

The forest that stretched behind the warehouse was darkened, and it was simply reflected in the reflection of the falling snow, and it felt like no one was nearby.

However, she did hear a voice, rather than a sound ringing directly in her ears.

Today, I put the firewood back on the pile, put on a moisture-proof cloth again, pick up the lantern that was set aside, and walk deeper into the forest......

The inhabitants of the village would hardly go into the depths of the forest, and it was unlikely that a madman would run farther than the old woman's soothsayer, Greene's hut.

It's already night, and it's a dangerous time for even those who are familiar with the forest to get lost.

If so, who would it be?

However, there is nothing ahead, and if you want to go to the main road, it will be a long detour......

As I walked deeper into the forest behind the hut, the lantern became denser and deeper.

Wear it 101 times: male god, handsome and explosive!