"Let's go!!" Seeing this scene, Ye Qi yelled frantically.

However, Ye Qingcheng's body stiffened with fright.

Suddenly, the fog channel healed. However, a hideous black shadow appeared behind the mist. Then, it stretched out a hideous silver-scaled dragon claw, and quietly clenched the dragon claw.

In an instant, the fierce horse that was galloping towards was instantly shattered by a strange and powerful force!

The flesh and blood of the headless corpse on the horse's back were blurred, and its shattered bones flew in all directions like daggers, and some of them hit the Ye father and son.

"Poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof!" The terrifying piercing sound immediately roared, and in Ye Qingcheng's ears, he received a heavy blow to the chest and fell off the horse.

After a while, Ye Qingcheng got up from the ground in a trance, and found that a broken bone had been pierced into the head of the horse he was riding, and he was already dead. And the horse his father was riding also had a bloody hole in his head. In the messy grass, there were a large amount of flesh and blood stains, and Ye Qi took the big sword in his hand and struggled to get up from the grass. There were more than a dozen broken bones stuck in his body, but he stood stubbornly, holding the unsheathed sword in both hands without saying a word.

"Daddy......" Ye Qingcheng called out in a hurry and in a trance. However, Ye Qi did not respond, his body did not move.

Suddenly, Ye Qingcheng felt a burst of suffocation, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth. He slowly lowered his head and found a broken horse's rib, like a dagger, piercing the heart of his chest.

At this moment, his heart was full of thoughts, his eyelids drooped heavily, and his mind was drowsy. Before he fell, he saw the silver-scaled dragon claws sticking out of the mist in the distance, and saw a pair of terrifying silver-eyed dragon eyes of the hideous black shadow......

When Ye Qingcheng woke up again, the first thing he smelled was the aroma of wine.

Among the thousands of sunny mountains, there are gusts of cool mountain winds. A flattened donkey, pulling a flatbed cart, walks on a winding mountain road.

Ye Qingcheng was lying on the flatbed, with a bloodstained cyan cloth wrapped around his chest, his body couldn't move, and there was a black sheath sword and a small black box beside him. Driving the donkey cart was a gray-robed old man with a slight bow, with short snow-white hair and an old wine gourd around his waist, drunkenly humming an old tune.

"Where's my father?" Ye Qingcheng asked vaguely and in a panic.

The old man didn't turn his face, he hesitated, and said in an old voice: "Child, whether you admit it or not, this is your life." ”

"Where's my father?" Ye Qingcheng asked stubbornly.

"There is only one heart. The old man said for no reason.

"Where's my dad!"

The old man paused for a moment and said, "Right next to you, you have been in a coma for half a month, and I have sparked it before the corpse decomposes." ”

Ye Qingcheng turned his face stiffly and looked at the small black box beside him, which contained the ashes of his father Ye Qi.

For a long time, among the sunny mountains, a desperate and crazy teenager's cry suddenly sounded......

Under the cold stars and cold moon, two carriages galloped on a straight ancient stone road.

Ye Qingcheng woke up suddenly, and when he woke up, he was sweating profusely. He gasped in horror, this dream was what he had experienced before.

His mother was not found, but his father died on the way to find it. He was silent for a while, then ripped off the robe on his chest, and the full moon-shaped scar on the heart of his chest was left at that time. At this time, his heart was beating very fast, like a war drum, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

After a moment of silence, he came to his senses.

However, he noticed something strange. Lihuo sat in front of him, like an ordinary person, and clumsily flipped through this ordinary book with his little paws.

"Lihuo, can you understand it?" This scene, Lihuo did a good job, it looked extremely cute, after Ye Qingcheng was frightened, he couldn't help but show a warm smile when he saw it. When he was at his loneliest, at least there was such a little wild cat by his side.

Lihuo shook his head.

"That's right. Ye Qingcheng suddenly remembered and said, "Where did you learn the Spirit Fire Spell before?" I clearly remember that before you got the True Fire Spirit Source, you were an ordinary little wild cat, and since then, you have been with me all the time. ”

Lihuo did not respond to him, but continued to use its little paws, flipping. Ye Qingcheng could only look at it quietly, trying to figure out what he was doing.

As a result, with its little paws, Lihuo will turn halfway to the point and stop its gaze on a blank page.

Before, Ye Qingcheng had noticed this blank page, but he couldn't figure out what was going on. However, it is not uncommon for an unprinted piece of paper to appear in the book.

After more than a dozen breaths, Ye Qingcheng stared at the blank paper with the fire.

In the end, Ye Qingcheng really couldn't understand, and just wanted to ask, but his eyes suddenly became in a trance. Under his gaze, strange black lines appeared on the blank paper.

I saw that the black line that appeared for no reason, as if it was alive, kept wandering, outlining a simple picture.

Then, a black circle appeared on the paper, and there were chains in the circle, which were binding an old figure. This figure is no stranger to Ye Qingcheng.

This is the mysterious old man who saved his life before!

"How can this be?" Ye Qingcheng said incredulously.

On the ground, Lihuo bit Ye Qingcheng's finger at a lightning speed. A tingling pain immediately spread through Ye Qingcheng's body, causing him to wake up from that semi-trance.

"What are you doing away from the fire?!" Ye Qingcheng asked in surprise.

When he was completely conscious, the mysterious black shadow on the blank paper disappeared, and it was still blank.

However, at that moment, a drop of blood fell from the place where his finger had been bitten by the fire, and fell on the blank page. The drop of blood was also alive, constantly wandering on the blank page, and finally sketched a bloody palm print.

"This-" Ye Qingcheng was blinded.

"Meow ......" Lihuo screamed, then stretched out his little paw and gestured for the bloody palm print.

"What do you mean?" Ye Qingcheng unfolded his palm, looking at the strange bloody palm print, and hesitantly pressed his palm to it.

Inside the galloping carriage, the hanging lanterns emit a dim glow. Ye Qingcheng slowly pressed his palm to the bloody palm print, and his body trembled violently. Then, a strong sleepiness swept over his head, and his eyelids immediately drooped, and he once again entered the dream.

Just as he quickly fell asleep, he muttered, "Old man?!"

Ye Qingcheng entered a dream again:

The sunlight fell to the ground through the leaves, and the ground was dappled with light and shadow. The dew was crystal clear in the sun, splashing from time to time, and every drop fell on Ye Qingcheng's head or neck, making people feel really cool. Although he knew that he was in a dream, walking in the forest in the early morning, he felt that this qiē was like the real thing.

Suddenly, an open space appeared in front of him, and an old man in plain clothes faced an ancient tree, holding a jade bottle in his hand and a knife in the other, carefully scraping the goose-yellow resin that came out of the tree. He also had a little donkey beside him, flicking his tail and grazing comfortably in the sun.

When he saw the back of the old man in a gray robe, Ye Qingcheng said in surprise: "Old man?!"