And Fang Chen, who was lying down on one side, had the bangs on his head rolled up.

What's going on? Chen Lin lowered his head as he retreated, his eyes secretly moving to the hardwood bow he had collected.

It's jumping.

I'm jumping!

As the line of fire drew closer, he was almost unable to hold the hardwood bow in his hand, and he was excited...... In craving!

In the face of this approaching line of fire, it seems that it is excited to get out of the next second.

I don't know if it's his illusion, Chen Lin even felt that it was shining with a slight red glow, as if a soft sound sounded in his ears.

The blood on the hardwood bow, he had discovered when he woke up, it might have been the self-protection of the pain nerves, and what had happened before he passed out was already a little blurry in his mind, and he was not sure if the burning was a dream he had made himself or if it had actually happened.

Looking at the changed hardwood bow, his reason told him that it was just a remnant of the fire.

But now, feeling the strange movement coming from his palm, he felt that his impression of reason was a little ...... That's not right.

He hugged Fang Chen and subconsciously raised his head.

As a result, a pair of red eyes shining with red glow were met.

"Sister......" Chen Linxiao paused at his feet and screamed.

And Chen Yu couldn't help but widen his eyes, stretching out his arm and pointing at his face.

The initial surprise dissipated, and Chen Lin saw that there was a pair of identical red eyes reflected in the bright red eyes on the opposite side.

His hand couldn't help but touch his face and cover his eye sockets.

What's going on? What's wrong with them?

Chen Lin's heart was like a wave set off by vibration in the distance, fluttering over the river and the sea.

But there was no time for him to continue to think about it, and the line of fire, which had been dormant for a long time, pounced after accumulating strength.

Chen Lin's hand didn't even have time to be lowered from his face. It's just that the right hand holding the bow instinctively blocks it.

One breath, two breaths, the expected burning pain did not come, but a faint warmth came from the palm.

Then there was a familiar whisper.

Chen Lin raised his head violently at the moment he heard the soft roar, his eyes were about to crack, he didn't care about the sudden red flames on the bow, nor did he look at the fire line that burst out but was stopped in front of him, his eyes were only the firebird that flew out of the bowstring and danced lightly in front of him, dragging the tail of the red flames all over his body.

This is...... Phoenix?

The long tail feathers of the firebird flicked lightly, and the fireworks around it were like tired birds returning to their nests, and they couldn't wait to get in.

Chen Lin completely forgot where he was and what he was doing, and he only had this big bird in his eyes.

With the intermittent chirping of the big bird, he seemed to slowly remember something.

His eyes slowly focused, and he fell back to the hardwood bow in his hand.

Phoenix-perched sycamore!

When did he find out? Who told him, was it his grandfather, or his dad, or ...... What he saw with his own eyes......

Yes, he saw it with his own eyes.

The memory slowly came back, and he remembered more and more.

It seems that when he was four years old, his grandfather made him his first bow, and that day, his grandfather suddenly came back, held him in one hand, and took his bow in the other, and went out with him.

He asked Grandpa where he was going, but he just shook his head.

He was too young at the time, and all he remembered was that they had walked so far that he slowly fell asleep in his grandfather's arms with his little bow.

When he opened his eyes again, he was full of green.

In front of him was a tree he had never seen before.

Such a tall tree.