But looking at his appearance, Bai Feng also guessed that he was indeed a human being raised by the Mysterious Beast.

However, Bai Feng happened to have something wrong and escaped this catastrophe.

Bai Feng believes that sometimes, even the most boring cultivation will pay off.

Fire families usually use coal as fuel. The world uses everything from wood to coal to strange gases oozing from rock salt pits. Considering that he was more trained and ready to conquer more, he had to know a little bit about them all.

That's why he noticed a persistent smell of wood smoke and followed it to a mound of charcoal incinerators. He simply dug out a portion of it carefully and covered the mound with a cup of uncharred wood next to it.

"Really, Lord Bai Feng, this is unnecessary"

"I don't use equipment that I haven't tested, uncle. He held out a hand. "Stone, Now"

"We can heat them by hand. You don't need to unravel a poor lumberjack-"

"Yes, yes!" but he didn't move. There was no attack. No matter how much he wanted to break something, just to loosen some knots in his intestines. "Uncle, can you trust me?"

Uncle Wu Jing frowned, but handed him the bag of pebbles.

In the end, Bai Feng unceremoniously threw them into his makeshift kiln, knocked down the flames, and stood behind. Wait.

"Smoke draws attention," warns the uncle, and the flames burn in the wood's nest. "No matter what you're doing, nephew, this can't be as important as evading notification-"

Crack.

Bai Feng gasped, suspecting that more explosive cracks had been confirmed by the smoking wood and trembled. It's actually a relief. Maybe the universe will take this as bad luck and leave them alone for a while.

Uncle didn't say a word.

He waited until the fire calmed down, then waited a few more minutes. He pushed the flames with his hand and began digging the rocks that had survived.

Uncle was still quiet, looking over his shoulder. Unreal.

In the end, he got the survivors, still hot as he could reach. There are also two half-charred logs inlaid with shards of stone like wheat's knives. "You're sometimes a stream," Bai Feng said bluntly. "I can't trust them. ”

"There's water in the rocks," said the uncle, slow, staring at the shiny edge. "Yes, of course. He glanced at Bai Feng. "How do you know?"

"Bai Feng, can you help me warm it up? I want to play... Game. ”

"Oh, look, Bai Feng Bai Feng is a groundhog! he can't even do this!"

"How do I learn?" Bai Feng said coldly, blowing pebbles to cool them down before putting them back in his uncle's bag. 'Hard Road'

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Don't laugh at Jing firmly telling himself that they deliberately ignored Yang Hongyi's trembling hands when they put the warm stone on the back of a grumpy blacksmith. Most people don't even notice the twitches. Indeed, the group of bystanders who were taking their lunch break at the inn saw nothing.

Don't laugh. This is a battle - not a battle of the body, but of the soul. Remember the generals you have passed, the leaders

So far, his tales of the local innkeepers - they were healers and apprentices, and there was a Fire Clan raid - how unfortunate it was that they didn't even have time to snatch supplies and they had already healed several other men, and it was clear that the village healer had reached her elbow while caring for three difficult pregnancies, and these were just simple injuries that left her to wait. Perhaps their patients are also taking advantage of the fact that strangers are refugees and are therefore forced to charge a lower fee for almost any business.

It doesn't matter. He knew enough battlefield care to pass, and so did Bai Feng. As long as no one asks them any questions that are too complicated, that's enough.

Or anything, right now. Fortunately, the blacksmith was lying on an inn bench, and he couldn't see Bai Feng lowering his head, breathing slowly, even deliberately. If there are candles around, Jing will be uncomfortable with the certainty that they will burn in time at this rhythm. It's a miracle that the inn's fireplace didn't burn.

Well, maybe not a miracle. Bai Feng knew that someone was watching them. The young man was very hearty. Sometimes.

But why was he afraid? Jing wondered as he began to work on the muscles knotted in a long morning beating the iron. There is no danger here, there is nothing to fight. We're here to help him, just as we're helping his neighbors—

Well. Except for the last time he Bai Feng helped anyone, but he didn't feel pain for it?

Our helmsman, the one who repairs the truth in the storm.

Hehe. His nephew may have thought that Iru didn't know anything about it, but he was too old to be blind. This despair, Ma Jianguang will definitely take away everything he longs for - next, just go to bed? There are a lot of bruises.

Ah, but I wish I could see the expression on Ma's face.

When Yang Hongyi walked in and started working, Jing turned the entertainment into an approving smile. The heart, as if it had come from a stone fished out of the camp pot on the inn stove, not his hand. "Gently," Iro, in fact, is like any master to an apprentice. If this is ordinary behavior, then everyone will believe that it is normal. "Be sure to relax your muscles first to make sure they don't strain further. ”

"Hah!" their patients rumbled, not completely clearing the smooth stones. "Do you think I can't stand it, old man?"

"You are the true source of Yang Chi, master blacksmith," Wu Jing said happily, waving Bai Feng back to work as the young man hesitated. "But healing requires balance, so it needs some gentleness. ”

It is advisable for him to remember himself. That, that demonstration with cobblestones-

He could have told me. I'll believe him.

However, it seems that Bai Feng I don't believe it.

What's more important is that Jing considers Yang Hongyi's actions, as well as their results. By not explaining to him, he gained freedom of movement, thus removing the danger from both of us.

This meant that Bai Feng had hoped that his worries would be allayed. Although why would his nephew believe that anyone would deprive the crown prince of his right to protect himself -

He's learned the hard way, hasn't he?

Most likely the girl. His brother's cruelty is more likely to be words and fire than to trick a boy into hurting himself. The rocks on the river will explode in the face of the innocent - oh yes. Definitely White Front.

This meant that he had his nephew work in an inn full of strangers, recalling Bai Feng's taunts. Oh dear.

Well. At least he hasn't run yet. Or set fire to anyone