Feng Xi looked at the time, it was indeed early, and chuckled: "Okay, then I'll go sleep for a while." With that, he went into the house again.

Xia Xue watched him leave, turned her head, and added firewood to the stove pit, and at the same time thought of Feng Xi's helpless, regretful and even painful look on her face when she was asleep! At that moment, her heart really hurt.

She never imagined that such an expression would appear on his face. That god-like man also has a fragile and helpless side, and has a heart knot that can't be dissolved.

Xia Xue put the simple meal on the table, and the family ate happily, with an indescribable warm feeling.

After getting along all day yesterday, this morning, the two children obviously took off the last layer of disguise to Xia Xue and Fengxi, and laughed happily, just like in front of real parents.

At this time, a faint black gas appeared around the house, surrounding the small thatched hut, refusing to disperse.

Feng Xi sensed this, ate all the food in the bowl and put down the chopsticks: "I'll go chop wood." With that, he turned around and went out.

Xia Xue had long been accustomed to this, nodded, and chatted with the old man affectionately, while helping the children skillfully add vegetables and persuading them to eat more.

Coming outside, Feng Xi said lightly to the air in front of him: "Little ghost, dare to appear in the daytime, it's really looking for death!" With the words, Feng Xi's ancient sword appeared out of thin air, holding the sword in his hand, majestic and murderous.

In the black air, two illusory and ethereal shadows appeared, and the voice spoke with a crying tone: "I'm so miserable, I hate it!" The crying ghost cry made people listen to the creepy.

Feng Xi snorted coldly, and the ancient sword shone with a faint cold light: "If you still want to bewitch people's hearts, you should kill!" With the words, a sharp sword light slashed towards one of the black shadows. The black shadow screamed in pain, was cut in two, and disappeared into thin air.

Another black shadow seemed to be frightened, and immediately ran in the direction of the depths of the mountain. Feng Xi frowned, and then dodged and chased after him.

Passing through the dense forest with a strong yin qi, Feng Xi lost the trace of the black shadow. Standing in the dense forest, Feng Xi's eyes looked around, and his eyebrows became more and more tight, the atmosphere here was very unusual.

You must know that the ancestral land of the Feng clan can be counted here, although the Feng clan has left the mountains and forests and lived in the city, but the feng shui of the ancestral land will not change because of this.

Unless~, Feng Xi suddenly thought of something, and immediately walked towards the depths of the mountain forest.

Sure enough, I didn't go far before I saw a huge dead ancient tree. The surroundings of the ancient tree were filled with black gas, and resentment was soaring.

Feng Xi's figure rose into the air, and the ancient sword instantly became huge, slashing down at the dead tree from top to bottom.

The booming dead tree separated from the middle and fell to both sides, raising a cloud of dust and dead leaves, and the surrounding birds and beasts fled in a panic.

The dust cleared, and a huge ravine appeared in the ground that had been cleaved. In the center of the ravine, a round white stone appears.

The surface of the stone is covered with shallow, criss-crossing cracks, and it looks like it should have been a long time.

Feng Xi took out the stone, which was a natural rough stone the size of a football and very sleek in shape.

The energy of the Yuan Qi in the palm of his hand was slowly injected into the original stone, and in an instant, a faint green halo appeared, surrounding the stone, flickering and fluttering.

"The dragon ball is damaged, no wonder the dragon vein is decaying!" he said, increasing the infusion of Yuan Qi's energy, slowly cultivating the rough stone full of cracks.

At this moment, the wind suddenly rose, the blades of grass flew, and in the wind, there was a faint low and gloomy roar.

Feng Xi snorted coldly, collected the original stone, stood in place with his sword, looked ahead, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and the murderous aura spread.

You know, in the depths of such a dense forest, there will be no strong winds pouring in. When such a storm strikes, there must be demons.

Sure enough, a colorful tiger with white eyes and white forehead appeared in Feng Xi's sight. The body of this tiger is more than three meters long and more than one meter high, and the diameter of the tiger's head alone is not less than one meter, which is not an ordinary huge one.

The tiger approached Fengxi, opened its jaw, and let out a roar that shook the mountains and forests. Roar, a huge roar was transmitted far away, and the echo lingered for a long time.

The tiger walked towards Feng Xi step by step, the tiger's eyes were round, and in the center of the king's line on his forehead, there was a faint black air circulation, which was quite weird.