Not long after Wang Xianxian chased them out, not long after the two wind wolves devoured the body of the wolf king and jumped into the forest, a black shadow slowly appeared on the top of the small hill, and no one knew when he appeared.

He wore a hat, the wide brim of his hat covered his face completely, only a pair of bright eyes looked through the hat at the place where Wang Xianxian disappeared, the rain crackled on the hat, he just stood there like that and did not move.

But when you rub your eyes and look closely, you will find that there is nothing there, nothing to be seen from the bare top, only a low whisper that lingers in the area of the hills.

"This force has reappeared, and there is really their shadow in the events of the past!"

In the eastern part of the Wanling Continent, south of Tianduan Mountain, the primeval forests are scattered.

If Tianduan Mountain is the Optimus Pillar, then Nanling is a sleeping dragon, lying between the Star Glory and the Crescent Moon Empire.

The golden sun is rising, the mountains of the Nanling Mountains, the mountains are rolling and undulating, and the peaks are dark green.

Immediately afterwards, the mist rises, and the milky white gauze will separate the mountains, leaving only the cyan peaks, which is really like a light, dense landscape ink painting.

It didn't take long for the fog in the sky to slowly dissipate, and the exposed rock walls and cliffs were dyed golden by the golden glow of the golden sun, and gradually turned bronze again, and the green trees of the mountains contrasted with each other, which looked extraordinarily magnificent.

The southern exit of the Falling Star Forest is connected with the Feilai Peak of the Nanling Mountains, which is steep, beautiful peaks, ancient vines, and winding paths.

There is a huge stone on the top of the mountain, about six zhang high, standing on the top of the mountain, as if flying from the sky, so people call it Feilai Peak.

At the foot of the mountain, two small figures were ushered in, one of whom was supporting the other, and when he got closer, he looked like two twelve or thirteen-year-old children.

Among them, the little boy who was supported was wearing a white spirit master robe with red gold trim, but at this time, there was a little black blood on the white robe, which was shocking, and in some places it was even tattered. The little face was a little pale, and there were black blood clotted blood at the corners of the mouth, but the delicate eyes were not sluggish, but very bright.

His short black hair had been congealed into strips of blood and dirt, and his little face twitched as if he had been pulled into a wound because of the hurry, but he didn't let out any painful moans.

He was supported by a little girl who looked a year younger than him, wearing a goose-yellow dress, her blonde hair was braided into strands of pigtails hanging down the back of her head, and it was also stained with mud and blood, a pair of small feet and bare feet were covered with mud, and a string of small bells were tied to the bare part of her right foot. The little face is very delicate, although the face is covered with dust and mud, but it can't hide her cuteness like a porcelain doll, her face is vigilant, frowning a little, and she turns her head to look behind her from time to time.

That's right, it was Wang Xianxian and Long Ling who came.

On that day, they caught up with the two grey-clad men who had fled, and a battle was inevitable. Due to Wang Xianxian's injury, he could only exert half of his strength.

Long Ling's strength is in the middle of the first ring of the red level, even if the body is strong, and he can fight with the late red level, but on the opposite side are two spirits of the late stage of the red level of the first ring, and they are bent on escaping, and finally kill them after a hard battle.

But they didn't dare to stay, even if Wang Xianxian was so seriously injured, they didn't dare to stay at all, no one knew if the enemy was still there, when they would chase after them, and if there were two more, they would not have the slightest power to resist.

So Wang Xianxian had no choice but to use his spiritual power to suppress his injuries, and let Long Ling help him continue to escape, but he didn't expect that this escape would be seven days, and they were even more nervous to the limit in these seven days, each time they were in one place to rest for an hour and then immediately changed directions.

Wang Xianxian and Long Ling couldn't help but spit out this sentence in their hearts.

Looking at the steep strange mountain in front of him, Wang Xianxian breathed a sigh of relief, a sense of drowsiness hit him instantly, supporting himself tiredly, biting the tip of his tongue, a slight pain instantly hit his mind, not allowing himself to pass out because of the relaxation of his spirit.

Shaking his head, Wang Xianxian said to Long Ling in a hoarse and low voice: "Ling'er, you can't stop, go quickly, go to the mountain and find a cave to hide!"

Nodding silently, Long Ling looked at the back vigilantly, and continued to walk forward with Wang Xianxian.

Through a few days of life and death, the trust and tacit understanding between the two can be said to have reached a quite compatible point, often a move, a look can understand the meaning of the other party's expression, the relationship between the two has also changed from the beginning of mutual vigilance and speculation to the current mutual dependence and trust, Wang Xianxian can feel that although Long Ling's origin is very mysterious, but her kindness and cuteness are not fake, he has now gradually become accustomed to having such a little girl by his side.

If it weren't for her care and support along the way, Wang Xianxian would have already fallen into the hands of the poisonous insects and beasts in the Falling Star Forest and become their blood food, although all this is for her sake, but all this may be worth it, he can't imagine what will happen to such a lovely girl in the hands of those gray people

Feilai Peak, halfway up the mountain, a flat land, ancient trees towering to the sky, birds singing endlessly, full of vitality.

Thundered~~~

There is a rather large small lake near the mountain, a ten-zhang high waterfall rushes out from the mountain like the Milky Way falls, the flow goes straight down, stirs up thousands of waves in the small lake, the sound of the waves is bursting, the smoke and water are leisurely.

A rainbow hangs in the middle of a silver-like waterfall, which is wonderful and beautiful.

To the left of the waterfall is a cave with mossy and overgrown weeds, and judging from the traces of the excavation at the entrance of the cave, the history of this cave is quite old.

Nearly a meter away from the entrance of the cave, Long Ling leaned against the stone wall of the cave, his hands on his knees, and a pair of big eyes stared vigilantly at the outside of the cave through the overgrown hole, looking around, not letting any danger approach. However, from time to time, a wave of tiredness hits, and the escape of life and death during this period of time makes her exhausted, even if she has a special physique, she can't withstand such a high-load escape.

The eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and the little head is a little bit from time to time, every time the head is a little bit, she will wake up, quickly and vigilantly look outside the cave, and then point up after finding that there is no abnormality, her heart keeps telling herself that she can't sleep, she must not sleep, Xianxian is still healing, and she can't be disturbed by the outside world.

But the tiredness of her body came like a raging storm, and finally she couldn't hold it anymore and sat on the edge of the cave and fell asleep.

The white clouds pass through the gap, and time passes.

The dusk in the mountains came so quickly, so lifeless, the rain and fog in the mountains also hit the mountains with the moment the dusk came, and the pines were solemn unconsciously, the stones were dim, and the shadows were swaying.

The rain and mist were thick and enveloped the distant mountains and mountains, the soft breeze gently swept through the trees, like the faint sound of the waves, and the damp night was as thick as the ink of the literati and ink artists.