The only difference is that Yu Feng's face at this time is paler, and there is a strange coldness in his eyes.

Just looking at each other, Yu Feng withdrew his gaze, as if he didn't see Ye Qingcheng, he was led by Hong Feiying and walked towards the east gate of the small city.

However, Ye Qingcheng's heart was still cold, as if he was killing the heavens and the earth, and his hands and feet were cold.

"Dead man?" Fu Shan watched Yu Feng and Hong Feiying leave, and said puzzledly, "Who is the dead man?"

"Yu Feng. Ye Qingcheng said: "I saw his charred corpse with my own eyes. ”

"Wouldn't it?" Fuyama's face also changed, and he said, "Doesn't he walk the streets alive?"

"I'm sure he's dead. Ye Qingcheng stared at Fu Shan, and said in a firm and serious tone: "And he died under the most ferocious means." ”

............

Due to the appearance of the depressed wind, Ye Qingcheng has always had a faint cold air in his heart, which has always lingered. It was only in the evening that they left the small restaurant with a smell of alcohol.

At this time, the drizzle has stopped, the sky and the earth are wet, the warm breeze is blowing, and the western sky is a charming cloud.

Lihuo sat on Ye Qingcheng's shoulder, licking and licking his little paws comfortably, and Fushan and Ye Qingcheng walked side by side. The one-eyed bear, and Xiao Bian, the skinniest and mightiest donkey ever, followed behind them. One-eyed was scared of being kicked last time, and he was always in awe of Xiaobian. Xiao Bian is always the same half-drooping eyelids, as if everyone else owes him money, and he doesn't care about everything. However, after more than a month of familiarity, Ye Qingcheng also knows a little about Xiaobian. It never took the initiative to attack anyone, even if Ye Qingcheng had encountered the bandits before, and he had killed the fire and one-eyed people heartily, it was still indifferent. However, it likes to eat flowers, and whenever it sees it, it will always chew a few bites, and occasionally drink some wine, but after drinking, it will be more excited.

After a while, they walked to the east gate of the town and saw a strange little boy.

In the evening glow, the little boy who was six or seven years old stood in front of the city gate, with his back to them, a little confused. He wore a striped tiger skin robe, carried a large wine jar behind him, and had a black chain wrapped around his right arm, the tip of which was locked to the handle of a large red knife, which he clutched but did not grip.

The huge red knife, a foot long, more than twice the height of the little boy, was carved with a string of strange black characters. He had a small bare head, and behind his head were two golden-red wing marks.

Ye Qingcheng and Fu Shan glanced at each other, and they both felt that this little boy was unusual, but they couldn't tell what was hidden in his little body.

They hesitated for a moment, then walked to the little boy's side, and at the same time, Ye Qingcheng took the opportunity to pass by and looked at him again.

He has a slightly dark, simple little face, his expression is a little old-fashioned, no child should have childlike fun, his eyes are still a little stubborn, and he looks like a natural good swordsman seedling. Suddenly, the little boy shrugged his nose and sniffed in the air, and then, he reached out and scratched his neck, turned his face to look at Ye Qingcheng, and then stopped his gaze on Ye Qingcheng's shoulder, staring at Lihuo, and finally showed a little novelty in his eyes, and said, "Fire Spirit Cat?"

"What a pure fire spirit breath!" Fu Shan exclaimed, his eyes couldn't help but shine as soon as he saw these good seedlings.

Ye Qingcheng smiled at him, ignored him, and continued to lick and lick his little paws.

"Excuse me—" The little boy hesitated to take out a portrait from his bosom, unfolded it to a portrait of Hong Feiying, and said, "Have you seen her?"

Ye Qingcheng raised his hand, pointed to the east, and said, "A few hours ago, they left. ”

The little boy looked in the direction of Ye Qingcheng's finger, and without even saying thank you, he dragged his big knife, like a little leopard, and quickly rushed east......

When night came, Ye Qingcheng and Fushan spent the night in an abandoned mountain temple.

By a bonfire, Ye Qingcheng and Fushan were squatting, cooking wine and chatting.

Lihuo was on some abandoned rotten wood and rubble, chasing a few mice, and the earth-shaking bear sat on the sidelines and watched it play with interest. Xiao Bian had already slept dimly, and he kept snoring old people.

The roof of the temple that collapsed into a hole showed the sky with stars and slanting horizontally in Ye Qingcheng's eyes.

Ye Qingcheng looked up at the sky and said, "It's such a beautiful starry sky, and I don't know what is hidden in the starry sky." ”

"That's where the gods live. Fushiyama said.

Suddenly, a strange yin wind blew, the bonfire trembled violently, and a strange yin qi filled the air. Ye Qingcheng and Fu Shan stopped chatting, and Xiao Bian, who was snoring, slowly opened his eyes, and the fire and one-eyed were all childlike, and turned their heads to look at the temple gate without a door.

A black figure, leading a little girl, walked in quietly.

"Huh, stingy ghost?" Hong Feiying looked at Ye Qingcheng curiously and said, "It turns out that you didn't die on that island. ”

"I came out of the island alive. Ye Qingcheng sat in front of the bonfire, looked up at Yu Feng's pale face, and said, "But, I don't understand, why can a dead man come out of the island?"

"With the Fu Hall Master and the three-headed alliance beast here, are you still afraid of me?" Yu Feng said quietly as he stared at Ye Qingcheng.

"Why is Hall Master Yu following us?" Fu Shan calmly took down the flask placed on the bonfire. Here, Ye Qingcheng really has nothing to fear, with him, Lihuo, One-Eyed, and Xiaobian here, just Yu Feng and Hong Feiying, who are not a threat to them. However, he didn't understand, since Yu Feng had Ye Qingcheng and hatred, why did he dare to follow?

"I just want to ask, where do you want to go?" Yu Feng said.

"yes, why are you going the same way as us?" said Hong Feiying.

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain in the distance, a fierce red fire shadow suddenly soared, as if a huge fireball dragged a long tail of fire, and kept flying.

Everyone stopped talking and looked out.

After a while, a blazing fire spirit wind blew, showing that the ruined temple was set on fire.

"Huhuhu!" As soon as he ran wildly, a small figure appeared in front of the ruined temple. After the flames faded, the little boy that Ye Qingcheng met during the day stared at Hong Feiying breathlessly, staring at her with a debt-like gaze.

"Little bald head, why are you here?!" Hong Feiying said angrily.

"Call me Wei Chiyan!" the little boy shouted.

Ye Qingcheng and Fu Shan were shocked, they didn't expect that the national treasure of the Awakening Lion Country, another little phoenix on the Yuntian Continent, turned out to be him!

"What are you doing here?" Hong Feiying stared at him in disgust.

As a result, he didn't have a good face for her, so he directly took out a piece of purple gold emperor paper and slapped it on the door frame. It's a marriage contract. He gasped heavily, and said with his head held high: "Divorce!"

(Note: The first volume is finished.) This one will be even more exciting and thrilling. Ye Qingcheng will make friends with the two most important brothers in his life in this volume. He's going to be in this volume, too, and it's shocking!)