The two looked at each other, one dazed, the other unbearable and sad.

The woman stepped forward to hold Chen Jiaojiao's hand, touched her face again, and finally hugged her tightly in her arms.

Chen Jiaojiao closed her eyes, she felt the long-lost warmth from this woman.

Wei Feng stood steadily, his eyebrows lowered, as if he was thinking about something.

Until Chen Jiaojiao couldn't hold her breath anymore and pulled her head out of the woman's arms.

"I'm sorry, I can't breathe."

The girl looked timid, as if she was afraid that the woman would be sad.

"Jiaojiao, go and wait for me outside, my brother will talk to Aunt Lan and go to look for you." Wei Feng spoke.

Chen Jiaojiao glanced at the woman who was still staring at her in a trance and nodded: "Okay, Brother Wei Feng, then hurry up, don't let me wait too long." ”

She hesitated and didn't leave immediately.

"Obedient, Jiaojiao."

Wei Feng waved his hand and motioned for her to leave.

Chen Jiaojiao nodded reluctantly, turned to leave, and soon walked to the horse after leaving the Taoist temple.

She untied the reins and touched the white horse, who barked low at her.

One man and one horse have become very familiar with each other in a multi-day trip.

This familiarity is due to the fact that she often feeds the white horse when she has nothing to do.

Master said that using food can quickly establish the relationship between humans and animals, but in Chen Jiaojiao's view, using it is only a preliminary domestication.

She took out the cotton cloth she had prepared from her bosom and wrapped the four horses' hooves, then stepped on the horse and turned over and got on the horse.

She has thought about this action countless times in her heart, and the object of imitation is naturally Wei Feng.

Chen Jiaojiao's legs carefully clamped the horse's belly, and then slowly and gently walked in the opposite direction of the mountain trail.

Of course, her ears have also been paying attention to Wei Feng and the woman in the Taoist temple.

But they seem to have been silent.

It wasn't until Chen Jiaojiao thought they couldn't speak that Wei Feng's voice sounded.

"Aunt Lan, you just saw Chen Jiaojiao, does she look like her mother?"

The woman smiled faintly, but was a little sad: "Like, very like." ”

"Can you give me anything?"

The woman was silent for a moment.

"What if you don't give it?"

Wei Feng smiled: "Jiaojiao has been raised very squeamishly over the years, it's not good to be too squeamish, I don't like it, but Xiao Hei will like it, so I don't mind letting her be Xiao Hei's playmate, or its food." ”

"How dare you? She's your own sister. The woman screamed, incredulous.

When Chen Jiaojiao heard this, her fingers pinching the reins turned white.

Master, you lied to me, and said that as long as you hold hands more and sell more cuteness, you can move his heart, now it seems that where can this kind of person's heart be moved?

――Extremely cool.

Wei Feng's expression was cold: "My mother only has one son. ”

The woman was speechless.

"Wei Feng, Aunt Lan advises you, what you have done is too heavy, and it is too late to turn back now......"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Wei Feng.

"Aunt Lan don't worry about my business, as long as you give me something, I will promise you that I will treat Jiaojiao well."

The woman looked at Wei Feng, who was indifferent and cold, and tried to suppress her anger.

"Wait a minute, I'll get it for you."

Chen Jiaojiao didn't dare to listen to this anymore when she heard this, she hurriedly rode away on her horse.

Wei Feng's light skills are extremely high, and I am afraid that it will not take long to catch up with this distance.

The woman took out a small locket from the room, and a delicate little lock was attached to it.

"The thing is here, I hope you do what you say and be nice to her."

"Nature."

Wei Feng reached out and took the box, turned to leave.

The delay in the Taoist temple was a bit long, and he was afraid that Jiaojiao would be impatient to wait.

He tucked the locket into his sleeve and strode out.

When he saw that there was no one under the tree, Wei Feng sneered.

When she was asked to wait outside, she was still reluctant, but in a blink of an eye, she rode a horse and died.

It turned out that she was hypocritical, and she was also hypocritical.

But do you think you'll be able to escape from me?

Jiaojiao Chen.

He took something out of his bosom and put it to his mouth.

A shrill whistle rippled through the air.

Wei Feng thought of the innocent appearance every time the girl fed the white horse.

Sneer.

- It's really naïve.

――How can a white horse that has been tamed by yourself be easily abducted by you?

――――――――

Chen Jiaojiao was flustered.

She felt that her escape seemed too smooth.

So at the moment of the whistle, she flew off her horse.

Yes.

Flew down.

She's always done lightly.

She's been hiding her clumsiness.

This is the silk wrapping Ling Weibu that the master gave her.

Master said that winding silk Ling Weibu is the top light skill in the rivers and lakes, but there is a shortcoming.

A big drawback.

It has to be combined with the Yu Zhi Mind Method to fully exert its maximum power.

But.

Master Yu Yu did not pass it on to her.

Master said the time had not yet come.

So Chen Jiaojiao's silk winding Ling Weibu is a half-hanger, maybe not even a half-hanger.

With the help of the momentum from a high place and the footwork of the silk Ling's micro-step, she could fly off the horse at great speed.

It's dangerous.

As soon as she dismounted, she saw the white horse turn and gallop at the sound of the whistle.

Chen Jiaojiao immediately ran up.

She didn't run down the trail.

Instead, they burrowed into the dense woods.

The fallen leaves in late autumn after the frost fall back to the roots, and there are layers of dead branches and fallen leaves everywhere.

Chen Jiaojiao stepped on them, one foot high and one foot low, and ran forward.

Ling Weibu, who didn't have a mental method, just made her body lighter.

But that's enough.

Because of her lightness, there was no trace of where she ran.

――――――――

The afterglow of the setting sun shines over the colorful forest, and the view is superb.

But Wei Feng was in a terrible mood.

When he saw that there was no one galloping on the back of the white horse, his expression that had been calm had a little crack.

He turned over and chased after him, and stopped at the place where Chen Jiaojiao fled.

After looking around, Wei Feng didn't see which direction she had fled to.

As a person who has been strategizing since he was a child, he was deceived by a fledgling girl, and Wei Feng was angry.

His fingers gradually retracted, and the cold palm seemed to still have her residual warmth.

"Chen Jiaojiao, I underestimated you."

"Okay, good, I'll see how long you can escape?"

When Wei Feng beat the horse and left with a gloomy face, Chen Jiaojiao encountered a big event.

She's lost.

In the dark primeval forest, the light was unknown, and she couldn't discern the direction, and she ran further and further away.

"What should I do?"

Chen Jiaojiao glanced up at the sky, only to see dense leaves.

She stood under the tree, tucked the hem of her clothes into her belt, and climbed to the top of the tree with her hands and feet.

A vast and vast sea of forests crashed into his eyes, and the whole sky was foggy.