There was naturally nothing outside the empty window, but Song Xuefeng and Feng Zhiji clearly knew that just now, a wave that made them tremble in horror had swept by, and the imminent threat of death had made cold sweat slide down their backs. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Song Xuefeng couldn't suppress his fear and crushed the gamepad he was holding.

The fat man and Feng Zheji's eyes were facing each other, the green tendons on his forehead were hideously protruding, and he didn't say a second sentence for a long time.

Only Feng Zhimu didn't react, holding the trembling Feng Zhimu and asking inexplicably, "What happened just now?" ”

Feng Zheji took a few deep breaths: "You didn't notice? The heart was pinched in someone's hand, the blood-red beast's eyes were stared at, surrounded by earthquakes and tsunamis, trampled by iron horses, carried by mudslides, and ......"

"Don't say it, he can't feel it." Song Xuefeng also came back to his senses and raised his hand to stop the halberd.

"That kid didn't take qi and blood cultivation seriously, he didn't even touch the threshold of condensation, and he was not in the scope of the 'tide ring' at all.

I've heard of this method, when the ancestors were still in the Northland, the warriors who stepped on the barrier manipulated the qi and blood to create fluctuations that reverberated repeatedly and eventually disappeared, so as to declare their own hunting ground. On a large scale, what you and I have just felt is only the aftermath. Song Xuefeng groaned, "I'll contact the family, I'm afraid it's the one who came back." ”

The fat man walked out of the room, and Feng Zheji also reacted, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone and went outside to dial the number.

There is only one piece of wood left in front of the game screen.

"Uh...... I don't know what happened, but it didn't matter what happened to me when I went home after the big competition. ”

Feng Zhimu yawned and used the gamepad to manipulate "Du Chuan" to the next plot trigger point.

"Uncle, what do you want to do?" On the balcony of a villa somewhere in Dijing, Du Tang looked at the moon looming in the sky, and there was a well-dressed middle-aged man beside him.

"You care too much about him."

Du Tang turned around: "Father." ”

The middle-aged man didn't look at him, but just stared at the moon: "Always full, or empty." Sometimes hard-hearted, sometimes caring and soothing, like a game. Is this another game? ”

Du Cheng looked at his father's slightly haggard face, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by something.

After that person left irresponsibly, it was his father who single-handedly supported the Du family and paid more effort for this family than anyone else. But the man's mere return to the imperial capital made the clan elders and retainers ecstatic, and they were eager to welcome him home on their knees.

Is talent really so much higher than the sense of responsibility and responsibility?

Du Cheng clenched the railing, but didn't know how to comfort his father.

There was a pat on the shoulder.

"Don't think too much, it's the elders' business, and it's not your turn to worry about it." The middle-aged man turned and left.

"By the way, your uncle wants to teach you the last sixteen hands, so you should learn by heart. He's right, it's something I've never been able to figure out for the rest of my life. The footsteps gradually walked away, and Du Tang seemed to hear his father's self-deprecating laughter.

Is talent really that important......

The influence of this grand undercurrent in the imperial capital has continued to expand with the passage of time, and its source has been sleeping soundly on the sofa in the lounge of the Winter Annex at this time, and the girl with the brown and red pill head passed by the lounge, and after making a long face at the uncle who did not dare to compliment his sleep, she quietly covered him with a blanket.

"Qin Xin and Zuo Ling have both gone out to play, Dad wants to train, it's hard to see people during the day, it's so boring!" Gao Ling muttered and threw himself on the bed in his room.

What she didn't know was that Qin Xin was not happier than her now.

Walking around the endless maple forest on the outskirts of Gyeongsan is really not interesting.

Two hours ago, Qin Xin, who thought he would enter a new palace of life, entered the prestigious maple forest on the outskirts of Jingshan not long after. The reason is neither field practice nor wild ...... But:

"My aunt told me about a local weird story that happened recently, and I think it might be a butterfly disaster." After Zuo Ling said this, he pulled Qin Xin out of the door.

He had already wasted nearly two hours here, but he looked at Zuo Ling, who was wearing a butterfly plague detector next to him with a serious face, and he really couldn't say the sentence "Let's go back like this".

She came out to look for Butterfly Plague so that I could recover as much as possible before the race, and if it weren't for me, she would have preferred to read her mother's precious collection of materials at home.

On the other hand, if Zuo Ling gave up when he was serious, he would inevitably suffer serious mental damage, and his suggestion would not be accepted.

The reason is very simple, according to Zuo Ling's thoughts, her IQ is far above mine.

Ah, maybe that's actually the case. No, it's not that it's impossible, if you use the most authoritative modern test to evaluate IQ, Zuo Ling's value must be higher than mine. But that cold statistic doesn't say anything but proves that I'm less intelligent than hers. No, it seems to say a lot about that.

Because he was so bored, Qin Xin's broken thoughts in his brain became active.

There are at most second-order butterfly creatures in this maple forest in Jingshan, and they will not encounter any danger, and the strange talk that my mother said is completely invisible, which is really boring.

In the past field practice, Qin Xin has encountered many teammates who are good at wisdom, and they also have different opinions. He knew they had a point, but would hardly accept the ways that seemed clever, and would choose the way he liked. Because he can't stand it, and there is no need to compromise.

Why did I patiently accompany Zuo Ling round and round...... He subconsciously shook the flashlight, Zuo Ling's black hair in front of him was blown by the wind, and his white earlobes seemed to be emitting a faint light.

Hell, this satisfying idea of peeking behind the scenes is the awakening of the potential of a stalker?

Qin Xinli shook his head and followed Zuo Ling's pace.

Zuo Ling stopped suddenly, and a clearing appeared in the maple forest in front of him, and in the center of the clearing, there was an exceptionally tall maple tree growing alone. Unlike other maple trees that have almost lost all the leaves around it, this one has extremely rich leaves.

Qin Xin also found it strange: "Sugar maple is a deciduous tree, how can this tree still have so many leaves." ”

He couldn't help but think of the strange story that Zuo Ling relayed for him:

"In the maple forest on the outskirts of Kyosan there is a maple tree that never loses its leaves, it neither grows nor withers, it does not change color like other maple trees, and its leaves remain golden red in both spring and winter. If someone encounters this tree at night, the moment it touches it, it will ......"

Before Qin Xin could speak, Zuo Ling's hand had already rested on the trunk of the lone tree.