"Lan Shang Night! You come out for me! I know it's all your prank! You don't have to hide! If it's a man, come out and make it clear! Sneaky, actually doing some tricks behind your back, you're still not a man! Lan Shang Night! Come out? You come out for me! ”

There was not a single figure in the large woods. Ding Xiaolan thought that it should be Lan Shangye's ghost, she shouted as she walked, but no one responded!

"Humph! Lan Shang night, do you like to be a turtle with a shrunken head?"

No matter what Ding Xiaolan scolded, she didn't see Lan Shangye's figure appear. Ding Xiaolan couldn't help but start wondering: Is he really not here? Otherwise, when he heard himself scolding him like this, he should have jumped out and scolded himself.

Looking around, apart from herself, Ding Xiaolan couldn't see a single figure, and she didn't know if Yang Wenzhe had come in.

As he was walking, suddenly, there was a faint burst of intermittent children's cries in his ears.

"Woo woo ........."

Ding Xiaolan listened carefully again. Really!

But why does this scene feel a little familiar?

Without thinking too much, Ding Xiaolan walked along the voice. After a while,

She saw a little boy about five years old fall to the ground under a large tree in front of her, and his feet and trouser legs were pulled up. The boy had a wound on his knee, and blood was still pouring out. On his delicate pink little face, there were two strings of tears, and on his big eyes, there were two rows of long eyelashes, which flickered with the blinking of his eyes, like a butterfly wings flying with its wings.

Ding Xiaolan walked over and wanted to gently wipe away the tears on his face, only to see the little boy raise the back of his hand and wipe it, his face was clean, Ding Xiaolan smiled, withdrew his hand, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, little friend, sister will help you take a look!" ”

Looking at the wound on his knee that was still bleeding, Ding Xiaolan wanted to help him stop the bleeding, but found that there was nothing around her, she glanced at the sleeves on her arms, which were spliced hollow long-sleeved styles, her fingers grabbed the soft fabric, pulled hard, and with a "hiss", half of the sleeves were torn off by her, and half of the sleeves on the other side were also torn off by her in the same way.

She carefully helped the little boy wipe off the dirty blood from the wound, looked left and right, and found that there was just a herb at her feet to stop bleeding, Ding Xiaolan picked off the blades of grass, put her hands together and rubbed it vigorously, and crushed the wound that was gently applied to the little boy's feet.

"Ahh Pain! The little boy exhaled with a small frown, tears rolling in his eyes again.

"I'm sorry! Sister hurt you? Unafraid! Sister tap, it will be fine soon! Sister blows it to you! ”

Ding Xiaolan gently blew the wound on him with her mouth. While using the strips of cloth torn from his sleeves to help him bandage it.

The wound was surrounded by a cool wind, and the little boy watched her blow the wound for him, and something flashed in his eyes!

"Alright, your feet will be good soon. Tell my sister, what's your name? Why is it here? ”

Ding Xiaolan stretched out her hand and habitually wanted to touch the top of his head, but the little boy pursed his lips and turned his head away.

"Hehe......"

Ding Xiaolan withdrew her hand embarrassedly, she often did this action to the little red fox, and she was used to it. The little boy in front of him probably doesn't like other people's touch. She looked at the little boy with inquiring eyes, but the little boy just stared at her, and had no intention of answering. Ding Xiaolan was not reluctant, this little guy must have been scared just now. Like a panicked fawn!

"Okay, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it for now, and tell your sister when you want to say it, now, my sister is going to find my sister's friend, do you want to stay here, or do you want to go with my sister?"

Ding Xiaolan stood up and patted his body, and the little boy heard him say that he was leaving, and he hurriedly wanted to get up, but he accidentally pulled the wound and gasped.

"Hey! Be careful! ”

Ding Xiaolan bent down and picked him up, the little boy shook his head, a faint flush appeared on his face, and after a moment he came back to his senses and struggled to get off the ground. This woman, too bold, who allowed her to hold him?

"Don't move! Be careful that the wound is pulled open again. I don't have any extra sleeves to tear anymore. ”

Ignoring his struggles, Ding Xiaolan held him firmly, and clasped his injured ankle with the other hand to prevent him from moving and touching the wound.

The little boy is angry: this hateful ugly woman!

Ding Xiaolan hugged the little man and walked a few steps. I heard a familiar voice coming from behind me.

"Xiaolan!"

Ding Xiaolan turned around, and after seeing the person clearly, she showed a big smile to the person behind her.

"Wen Zhe! You're finally here? I was worried you wouldn't be able to get in! The moment she saw Yang Wenzhe, Ding Xiaolan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, an acquaintance has arrived!

"Hmmm! I'm coming! Are you okay? ”

Yang Wenzhe walked to her side, looked her body up and down worriedly, and was relieved to see that her clothes were intact and she was really fine!

"I'm fine! I just met this little boy here, and he has a foot injury. Here he cleaned his wounds. ”

The little boy looked at Yang Wenzhe with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Who is he? ………”

Look at the little child she was holding in her arms. Yang Wenzhe felt that the little boy seemed to have an unusual aura, and seeing that there was no panic and fear in the child's eyes, there seemed to be a faint trace of disdain? He couldn't help but have a thought in his heart: Is he really just a little child?

"I don't know, I asked him. He wouldn't say. Bub! What is your name? Tell my brother and sister, okay? I'll give you candy to eat! ”

Ding Xiaolan said to him in what she thought was the gentlest voice.

The little boy looked up at the big tree above his head, but he didn't want to pay attention to Ding Xiaolan.

Ding Xiaolan made a helpless expression at Yang Wenzhe.

"Let me hug it."

Yang Wenzhe reached out and wanted to hug the little boy, but the little boy turned his face away and didn't look at the two of them. On the little face is a tsundere expression. A pair of small hands firmly hugged Ding Xiaolan's neck and refused to let go.

The child's mood is changeable, just now he didn't let himself touch it, and now he is holding himself and is unwilling to let go!

Ding Xiaolan shook her head at Yang Wenzhe and smiled.

"It's okay, I'll just do it!"

"Wen Zhe, how did you get in? I haven't seen you for a long time, and I thought you wouldn't be able to get in. ”

"When I came in, I did encounter a powerful enchantment, and I used my sword to cut a hole through it, and I got through that opening,"

"Just this sword?"

Ding Xiaolan looked at the rusty sword in his hand, and remembered that this sword seemed to be the one used by the village chief before when he was in Niujia Village, and later he gave it to Yang Wenzhe, it didn't look sharp at all, and it felt quite ugly.

"Hmm!" Yang Wenzhe stroked the sword lovingly.

"Does this sword have a name?"

"Yes, it's called Dream Break!" Yang Wenzhe handed the side with the words engraved on the scabbard to Ding Xiaolan.

The little boy in Ding Xiaolan's arms, whose eyes were drowsy and asleep, opened his eyes wide when he heard the word "broken dream", and he looked at the sword without blinking, thoughtfully.

"Broken dreams? So it can split other people's dreams, right? No wonder you can come in, look at it so ugly, I didn't expect it, it's quite useful! ”

As soon as Ding Xiaolan finished speaking, the blade of the sword emitted a layer of brilliant white light, buzzing, and trembling violently in Yang Wenzhe's hand.

Yang Wenzhe grabbed it hard to prevent it from flying out of his hand.

"Huh? What did it do? ”

There was an unpleasant sound in her ears, and Ding Xiaolan rubbed her uncomfortable ears.

Yang Wenzhe glanced at Ding Xiaolan, smiled, put his other hand on the scabbard, and said in a low voice: "Don't make trouble!" She's just kidding. ”

The trembling sword slowly stopped, and the buzzing in his ears gradually disappeared.

Ding Xiaolan was stunned from the sidelines, this sword has also become a refinement? Can you understand human speech?

"It's the sword spirit in the sword body, I heard you say it's ugly, and I'm losing my temper."

"Huh? …… Forehead...... Hehe, didn't I praise you too? You look a little weird, but you're sharp, aren't you? ”

I didn't expect this sword spirit to have vanity, and he only likes to listen to good things. Ding Xiaolan stretched out her hand to touch the sword to show her kindness, but who knows, the sword shook violently again, as if she was refusing Ding Xiaolan's touch.

"Huh? Okay, okay, can't I stop touching you? ”

Ding Xiaolan's face was frustrated, she withdrew her hand and pursed her lips, unexpectedly, this sword spirit is also a stingy guy.

After a moment, the broken dream calmed down,

They wandered around the woods for a long time and did not find anyone from Lan Shangye, but they did catch a pheasant.

Coming to a small stream, Ding Xiaolan put the little boy on a big rock.

"Good! Sit down, be careful not to fall. Listening to Ding Xiaolan's words, the little boy glanced at her with disdain.

This little guy actually despises her? Ding Xiaolan couldn't laugh or cry a little. I don't know which family's child is so individual, no matter how Ding Xiaolan teased him along the way, he refused to say a word, if Ding Xiaolan hadn't heard him speak before, she thought he was a little mute, so calm at a young age. When you grow up, you'll be a great character!

By the stream, Yang Wenzhe was cleaning the fur and internal organs of the pheasant. Skillful. made Ding Xiaolan stunned, and the last time she was in a hurry when she was dealing with fish, it was like a heaven and an earth:

"Wen Zhe, you... Family... Was it chicken killing before? ”

"Huh?"

"Hehehe, I'm kidding"

Yang Wenzhe cleaned up the pheasant in a few clicks, and then cut a branch with Broken Dream and strung it together.

Ding Xiaolan realized that although this sword didn't look sharp, it was as easy to cut things as it was to cut tofu, and she really underestimated it.