The mountain behind Yizhuang

The sky was gloomy, and the deserted mountain path was full of cold wind, which was sad and chilling, like a mandrill grinding its teeth and sucking blood next to its ears, which made people shudder.

The cold solitary moon glowed with a faint blue brilliance, as if it was opening a huge and deep ghost eye, bluffing.

The abrupt cries of jackdaws are intermittent, lingering on the shadowy dead branches, always taking them by surprise and frightening the birds and beasts that pass by.

Feng Wuwu walked quickly among the mass graves, his sharp peach blossom eyes scanning the rows of barren graves with a little anxiety.

"Chasing the wind, where are you?"

Suddenly, behind the barren mound not far in front of him, an extremely subtle and timid male voice came out.

Listening to its voice, it is low alcohol and very magnetic, like the sound of Jun Mo dyeing.

Feng Wuwu's eyes lit up, and he took three steps and two steps and followed the sound.

When she walked around the barazuka and landed her eyes on Jun Moran, who was curled up in front of the tombstone and trembling, Jun Mo ran also stared at her vigilantly.

He said coldly, "One step closer, and I'll cut you to the ground!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Jun Moran pulled out the dragon sword at his waist, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the tip of Feng Wuwu's nose.

Feng Wuwu stretched out his fingers and gently moved the blade.

She looked at Jun Moran's frightened appearance, as if she had witnessed Jun Moran's helpless appearance when she was chased and killed by the enemy many years ago, and her heart was distressed.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

Feng Wuwu slowly squatted down, looked at him steadily, and asked softly, "Can you tell me, what is your name?" ”

"Jun Bai Dye."

"How old are you?" Feng Wuwu stroked his black hair and hugged him into his arms.

"Three years old."

“………”

Feng Wuwu twitched the corners of his mouth wildly, and suddenly felt that it was a little strange to hear such abrupt words from his mouth.

"Go back to the Regent's Mansion with my brother."

Compared with the two deputy personalities of Jun Hongdye and Jun Blue Dye, Feng Wuwu has a little more patience with Jun Baizhan.

Jun Bai pursed his thin lips, and after a long silence, he replied embarrassedly, "I don't know how to walk yet." ”

“………”

Feng Wuwu was like being struck by lightning, she only said that Jun Bairan's mind was a little naïve, and she didn't think that his self-hypnosis ability was so strong!

Jun Bairan looked at Feng Wuwu aggrievedly, and carefully tugged at her sleeve, "Brother, I can't walk." ”

"Okay! Brother carries you. ”

Feng Wuwu took a deep breath, spun him like a chicken, and carried him to his shoulder, "Get on your stomach!" ”

"Brother, why are you so short? Not as tall as me! ”

"Probably bent over by the weight of life."

"Brother, I'm hungry."

Jun Bairan said as he tilted his head and stared at Feng Wuwu's front with wet eyes, "Brother, can you eat it?" ”

"No, you can't. Bear with it! ”

Feng Wuwu's head was full of black lines, she really didn't understand why Jun Moran, who seemed to be cold and ascetic, whether it was his master personality or his deputy personality, always wanted to take advantage of her!

Jun Bairan was dissatisfied, but without Feng Wuwu's permission, he had to obediently lie behind Feng Wuwu.

Feng Wuwu rubbed the particularly heavy Jun Mo Dye with both hands, and in order to prevent him from dragging his feet and causing unnecessary damage, she had to exert enough strength to support his body, and his steps were difficult.

Walking to an old grave, Feng Wuwu lightly glanced at the slightly loose red soil in front of the grave, and slandered in his heart that this place should be the hiding place of the Yunqin Tiger Fu.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuwu didn't say a word, and hurriedly hugged Jun Bairan to the raised tomb, and coaxed him in a good voice, "Wait obediently!" After digging this grave, I will take you to eat and drink spicy food. ”