There was no movement in the forest for a long time, and it seemed that the people were also a little hesitant, but there was still another slightly solemn voice, only to hear this voice said with some hesitation: "Find!"

"Oh my God, I won't let people live. www.biquge.info"I only heard the cry of pain from the man who spoke before," the monk was able to walk until his legs ached, and his weakness was like being filled with lead, which was also a great achievement. In the end, it became a kind of helplessness and bitterness......

The figure swept rapidly in the canopy, and the orange-red fire was really insignificant and small for the entire mountain forest, it felt like a small candle flame swaying in the cold wind, and it might be extinguished instantly by the next gust of mountain wind......

The firelight illuminated Lin Xinhao's angry face full of pathos. There seemed to be tears in his eyes under the firelight, Xu is this small simple wooden house left him too many good memories, Xu is the rough experience since childhood made him cherish the simple and warm simple wooden house, Xu is the anger in his heart has been burned to the extreme...... There were no words, no catharsis of emotional anger, he just watched quietly.

The sleeves of the hunt rustled the branches and leaves, and the mountain wind blew out the last rays of fire...... The mountains and forests return to darkness, the charcoal fire still has residual warmth, the curling green smoke dances wildly in the wind, and the scattered fires in the ashes go out from time to time, as if there is still nostalgia, seems to be full of longing, and seems to be unwilling to disappear......

The starlight in the sky still couldn't dispel the darkness, and the mountain wind was very cold and cold...... Lin Xinhao jumped off the canopy, slowly walked to the ashes of the wooden house, and sat down silently, as if saying goodbye to an old friend for many years...... Reaching into the ashes burned by the charcoal fire, he grabbed a handful tightly. The woody scent of the burnt was dissipated by the wind, leaving only the bitterness of the ashes......

Lin Xinhao, who was sad and indignant in his heart, slowly let go, and the ashes scattered between his fingers disappeared with the wind. The light of the spiritual power true yuan slowly emerged, although it was faint, it still made Lin Xinhao look like a 'fire man' with a glimmer of light, although this 'fire' has no temperature, although this 'fire' will not hurt people......

'Boom' was like a wave of dust blown by a bomb explosion, and the ashes were shaken apart by Lin Xinhao's punch full of spiritual power, and a pit appeared on the ground. Lin Xinhao, who gritted his teeth, has already been angry now...... For the first time, he had a sense of belonging, made him feel a different warmth, and made him no longer lonely in his heart...... It is precisely this wooden house. But they ruined it.

Lin Xinhao hated to think that he must make them pay for their stupidity...... 'hum' was stimulated by the spiritual power true yuan, and a stone under the ashes that wanted to be covered and exposed, suddenly golden light surged, followed by a golden figure appeared out of thin air.

He just sat upright on the ashes, with a golden crown and a golden crown, sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, indescribable majesty and indescribable handsomeness...... Lin Xinhao, who suddenly raised his head, was already completely stunned by the scene in front of him. Looking at the golden figure in front of him with a bit of gentleness and casualness, Lin Xinhao's mind was blank, as if the golden phantom in front of him had replaced everything......

The most strange thing is this noble and friendly golden figure, his clothes and hair will dance and fly with the gusts of mountain wind blowing from time to time...... I don't know how long it took, Lin Xinhao finally came back to his senses. Lin Xinhao quickly gathered the spiritual power true yuan on his body, and the golden phantom also dissipated with the dimness, and Lin Xinhao was stunned. He tried nervously a few more times, until his little pounding heart jumped to his throat......

With a nervous and excited mood, Lin Xinhao, whose eyes were shining, rushed over and swept away the ashes with his hands, a palm-sized unpretentious flat stone, like a fragment of a broken corner. Lin Xinhao, who had obtained the treasure, was nervous, and he looked around vigilantly, as if he was a thief, as if he was afraid that someone would find out.

His hand trembled uncontrollably as he slowly reached for the stone slab beneath the ashes. Looking at his cautious appearance, he thought that this slate was made of crumbly sand skin from the cracked riverbed...... He tossed and turned and stroked it gently, as if he had suddenly found a 'treasure' that he had secretly buried when he was a child.

Probably too nervous and excited, Lin Xinhao was immediately alert, and the grass and trees were tightly wrapped into his arms...... With vigilance and nervousness, after confirming for the first time that there was really no one nearby, this small stone slab that was not simple was quickly put into the Qiankun bag. The slate entered the Qiankun bag, and I suddenly felt a lot more steady. Lin Xinhao jumped and swept up a huge canopy nearby, and after a few flashes, it was difficult to find him in the night.

Because he was too excited, Lin Xinhao tossed and turned on a huge tree trunk and stayed awake all night, and when it was close to dawn, he held the stone slab tightly in his hand and slept in a daze for a while.

In his dream, he came to a huge palace with a magnificent and shocking throne, and on a dragon chair throne, a handsome man wearing a golden crown looked at him with a smile on his face and a gentle face. However, this noble and majestic man with an extraordinary aura suddenly opened his mouth: "Who did it!"

Lin Xinhao, who was half-asleep and half-awake, sat up suddenly, with a pair of hollow and bloodshot eyes, as if signaling to everything around him: their master is not awake yet and needs to rest...... In the ashes of the ruins, a little girl's body trembled, and her small fist was bloodless. I was excited to come to see Lin Xinhao's Xiaoyu, but I didn't expect to see a bunch of broken trees that had not been completely burned to ashes...... That's when I got a roar from before.

Xiaoyu, whose face was blue with anger, suddenly waved his hand, flew and jumped on the flying carpet, instantly turning into a streamer, and the target was directly aimed at the outer peak of Tianqi Peak...... Lin Xinhao, who woke up, almost forgot that he was sleeping on a tree, and almost accidentally fell from the tree. Despite this, he still thought absentmindedly about that voice, and said that the person was clearly a man, why did he shout out a childish childish voice in his voice...... And again, is it a woman?

After all, it was a dream, and even if the golden figure himself really appeared in front of him, it would be difficult for him to explore and seek evidence...... Lin Xinhao couldn't help but shake his head and smile when he thought about it, his smile was full of wordless self-deprecation. He thought of the voice again, and felt that it was familiar, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought again.

Suddenly, he was shocked, and suddenly thought of a possibility, which was the overlap of reality and dreams...... Lin Xinhao on the tree held the trunk of the big tree and got up suddenly, only to see him looking at the direction where the wooden house was located, his expression looked serious and dignified, separated by heavy bushes, where could he see the ruins of the wooden house on the hillside that had long been reduced to ashes...... Although he was a little nervous, he still kicked his feet into the treetops.