When Kuroko heard the sound, it was estimated that he had just woken up and was not very comfortable, but then he was able to stand up on his own strength, and after moving his body for a while, he replied, "No injury." ”

Taro turned his head to look at us, and he had a look that was indeed the case.

However, we can't understand it, we are naturally very happy that he is not injured, and the scene of his heroic battle against the tree spirit is deeply engraved in everyone's minds, and I am afraid that it will not be erased in this life. As for the last part, he seems to have lost his mind. For some reason, we all chose not to mention it.

At the exit, the sun is shining, sprinkled on the ground, among the beams of light, the occasional fallen dead leaves, like elves are slowly dancing, the picture is not beautiful. At the same time, the light seems to be in line with the dancing posture of the dead leaves, moving from side to side little by little, and the breeze passing through the passage can not help but bring a touch of coolness, and it leads the whole dance drama to a climax.

Outside the exit, it seems to be a pure white world with nothing at the moment, as if it is filled with boundless light, which can be used as a paradise for elves.

At this point, everyone basically knows that those villagers should have no bad intentions, so they are also in a much relaxed mood, and they can move forward while enjoying the beautiful scenery unique to winter.

After a while, as the figure of the sunspot first blended into the white expanse, followed by us without fearless strides, and when we felt the solid soil under our feet again, what appeared in front of us was already a dreamlike quiet and tranquil, isolated from the world, and a small village with a fairy tale appearance.

Xiu'er and Pang Qinghe rubbed their eyes as if they couldn't believe it when they saw it for the first time, until they were sure that what they saw was real, and then they exclaimed, "Wow!" ”

Indeed, I also thought 'Wow! 'Boom. The small village in front of me as a whole seems to be not even inferior to the beautiful dragon-seeking stream that everyone saw not long ago. It's just that there is more blandness on the whole, and at that time, it was a good blandness, just like the kind of blandness that the old man often said is true.

It was early in the morning, and the figures in the village were walking leisurely, and I could even see people sitting on rattan chairs in front of the door with rice bowls in their hands, eating porridge with pickles, while enjoying the slightly chilly but quite warm winter sun. A large farmland on the edge of the village grows all kinds of agricultural products, rice, and vegetables needed for daily life. Looking further, it seemed that there was an orchard, and a lake the size of the one I had seen at the mouth of the false village, but this should have been true, for I had seen people fetching water directly from it.

The most intuitive feeling is if you exclude the area of this place. It's a tiny world that can be called completely self-sufficient.

"How? Still like our village? Just when everyone was infinitely emotional and in reverie, suddenly an unfamiliar voice came, and we were so surprised that we all followed the direction from which the sound came, and subconsciously made a posture of preparing to attack.

But when we turned around and saw who was speaking, we couldn't help but relax our vigilance, and no one would have imagined that its owner would be the old man with white hair and a beard that reached his chest. (To be continued......)