It's still there. It would be wise to paint the matter completely while his nephew's guts were still there. Pain and danger, Bai Feng will face without flinching. The demon in him...

It's been three years, and I thought I'd at least have searched them all. But in those years there was no Jing, and there was no Bai Feng.

My enemies are more powerful than I know. Much more powerful than I thought.

As before, in the eighty percent...

I won't lose another son without Sakura-

"Uncle!" Bai Feng hissed and poked him with his elbow.

Ah, yes. If he doesn't want to lose his nephew now, it's best to concentrate. When Yang Hongyi began to pack his luggage, he told the blacksmith: "I suggest you relax a little. "Or at least no more ostrich-equestrian competitions for a while, eh?" he laughed. "It's better to let them hold you"

A burst of laughter. "What's the fun about that?"

The fervent ried-back that accompanied it was enough to bring most people to their knees, and Wu Jing allowed himself to move with it, only to staggering to confirm the impression that their observers had of him, that he was a fortunate and harmless old man. He was still smiling, holding his breath in his heart, and Bai Feng twitched in the heartbeat of attacking Narao-

He was furious and motionless. Although Iru suspected that they had too many stones in their pot, more than they should

"I thank you for using your fireplace, ma'am," Wu Jing bowed to the innkeeper who was overt. "But if there is no one else now, I just think of some of the supplies my nephew and I needed for the trip. ”

"You may come in again before supper, dear," the old woman said to him.

"Ah, but you're too merciful. With another bow, he deftly dragged his disbelieving nephew out.

One on the left, two on the right, and they are behind a solid wall in a bakery. No house is too close because of the danger of fire - and no one is surprised by the smoke from a few lost places. "Nepalese, Breathe"

"Breathe, I don't need to breathe, uncle, if we have enough, take out our supplies—"

"Lee," Iru said very deliberately. "I believe, as your master, when I call you to breathe - you have to breathe. ”

Shocked, painted on Bai Feng's face. Treachery. Wrath-

His shoulders drooped from resignation, and Bai Feng gasped.

It didn't last long, and the scene reflected. Attack, and he will fight. That's what he did. What he knew. But if I maneuver elsewhere "When I was young, I dealt with soldiers who had been captured by our enemies. They were not subjected to... of preferential treatment. He grimaced, recalling his life at that time, proud and fierce, not as kind as Bai Feng imagined. "I didn't treat them well, I didn't lose what they lost, and I didn't understand. ”

"Uncle," Bai Feng said coldly, "the soldiers of the past are not important, compared to the soldiers who may be here now, they are not important-"

"They're important," Iro interrupted. "You, you're important, nephew. “

Bai Feng looked at him with a wistful look. "I'm not a soldier, uncle. ”

"Not in name," Jing admitted. "But you are imprisoned, you are hurt by those whom you have no choice but to obey, and without help, you cannot liberate yourself-"

"Don't be like that, my father!"

"Just when you thought you had won your freedom," Iru continued cruelly, "your nightmare returned, threatening you with new chains. I've seen this fear, nephew! I know it in their hearts. I know your fears!"

"I'm not afraid of her!"

Wu Jing moves quickly, like a striking snake. "I am. ”

Bai Feng hugged him in his arms and spoke incoherently.

"She's skilled, she's deadly. ”

Wu Jing, his voice was low. "She will haunt your heart and keep you from resting, but you have to understand. Do you remember when we visited the Hokukong Temple a few years ago?"

Bai Feng vowed to look for traces of cultivators in every empty temple, and his nephew never spoke softly. But even a scarred, angry teenager saw the wisdom of keeping mechanic Ji a secret for the work of the Fire Nation. No, they were the first time in this world at the Brown Brigade School

However, that was only a few hours to quietly search. Iro knows. It's already several.

But he could not be shaken. Bai Feng needs his confidence now more than ever. Exile is the destruction of the soul, and the threat of painful death is far more terrible than that.

"Li and Mushi are just simple refugees," he said, his voice deliberately steady. "Always on the lookout, always looking for the enemy in the shadows - this marks us. We must be like two leaves in a forest. It's the only way to survive. He clung to it, rubbing his shoulders that were too thin, "I'm here, I won't throw you to her again." ”

"I'm not afraid of her. A low, painful whisper.

I thought with a wry smile. Unlike you, my nephew

Instead of fear of injury or death. On the battlefield, his nephew can face any enemy -

Save two

Rather walk in those who don't do your enemies... He never had the opportunity to teach Bai Feng this. He never realized that there was respect.

And so it ended. Right now

"Nephew, you should know," Jing - in fact, the voice is still low - "what we are doing is one of the most difficult and dangerous tasks in the world. Surviving in a country that is not your own, surviving in different ways and customs that you know - it's hard. Very difficult. I don't believe Bai Feng can do this. He smiled back. "But I know you can. ”

The golden eyes blinked, full of doubt and doubt. But Bai Feng did not evacuate. “... How?"

"Haven't you heard the proverb of the dragon and the mountain? It seems to be invincible. For many things, it is invincible. But if a violent blow hits it, it's just rocks and dust.

He grabbed Bai Feng's shoulder, light but firm. "The dragon seems to be weak. It is deadly; But the dragon can move, avoid taking hits, and choose the time of its own attack. ”

Okay, I feel that Yang Hongyi's breath is even in his hands. This fear is far from gone, but we have weakened it. He's thinking-

"The dragon is dead, uncle"

Considering what Bai Feng knew, this was an honest objection.

He still loves my brother and is afraid of him. Risk, if I'm wrong

The cost can be high. But if he lets Bai Feng return to that terrible pit of suspicion, his nephew and the whole world will have to pay-

Wu Jing prayed in his heart. "They're cultivators. ”