A flame sparked at the edge of the meadow, swept into the air by the breeze, and drifted in all directions with a scorched smell.

As if someone had said yes, at the edge of a meadow that could not be seen from each other, a flame rose to warm the quiet and cold air, and to shine light in the darkness of the night, to light up the night completely.

The grass was lit by someone, the fire was burning, as if it was angry after being ignited, and the grass beside him was catharsis, and the flames ran to the blades of grass around him, wanting to burn everything in the grass......

"It's so hot!" Li Yuchen muttered in his dream, feeling that the air around him was on fire, as if he was in a sea of fire, and his whole body was wet with sweat, which was very uncomfortable.

The dry, heat-filled air was filled with smoke, and the flames that rose at the edge of the grass gradually spread out over the entire meadow, scorching most of the grass in a short time, and rushing towards the rest of the meadow.

"Ahem......" He didn't smell the pungent smell of smoke, he was still awakened by a burst of coughing, his bright eyes reflected the color of the night, and he looked up suddenly, fear and confusion appeared in his eyes.

"Ahem, is this a dream?" he asked, subconsciously pushing the woman next to him, but his body had been attacked by the temperature of the flames, and the answer was obviously undoubted, he quickly got up, looked at the rushing flames, bowed down again, hugged her, and stopped his eyes on a black object for a short time, a little surprised, but he didn't care.

Picking her up, he was about to turn his back to the flames, but he vetoed such an act, for for him, she was a little heavy, and she might not have run far before she would be caught up by the flames, and her strength would be lost, and she could only be burned by the fire.

"Since he can't outrun the flames, he can only open up an open space and not be burned by the flames!" he put her down again, but fortunately the short sword at his waist was not thrown away, and he forgot the exhaustion of his body, and he had inexhaustible strength left, starting from his feet, cutting the roots of the blades of grass, and removing all the grass around him.

"Slow, slow, slow!" he shouted in his heart, hoping that the flames would come more slowly, and that there would be more time to harvest the grass around him, and his hands were swinging faster than usual, but he was still too slow.

Under the flames, he endured the high temperature and opened up an open space with a diameter of less than five meters, the flames were so fierce that he no longer had a choice, he could only retreat to the center of the open and let the flames attack him with high temperatures.

"It's hot, it hurts!" he almost pressed his body to the ground, the heat made him feel pain in his back, and he clenched his teeth again, "It's not hot at all! It doesn't hurt at all!" The corners of his mouth twitched, deceiving himself, it seemed to have an effect, it wasn't so hot, it wasn't so painful, but his breathing was very unpleasant.

"Well......" The woman's mutter reached his ears, he only felt speechless, sighed in his heart, stretched out his right hand in a very short time, put it on her face, and pressed half of his body on her, thinking about making her feel better, what would actually happen, he didn't think much about it.

"Don't die like this, ahem, you owe me a lot of lives, you must pay me a lot, ahem......" He felt that the heat was unbearable, and the fact that he was in the flames could not be changed, and what he could do was to try to keep himself from thinking and diverting his attention.

He only felt that his back was very hot, as if his clothes were on fire and burned, but he had no power to think about it, let alone do something, and passed out.

A young man, fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in white, sits on a stone nearly half a meter high, holding a thin and long piece of green bamboo in his left hand, and a short knife less than half a foot in his right hand, slowly sharpening the bamboo, his eyes focused and determined.

A young man in Tsing Yi walked over to a young man in Tsing Yi who was eleven or twelve, staring curiously at the bamboo and the short knife, and only then did the young man in white turn his gaze before asking, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"As for making bamboo flutes, didn't my brother say that he likes to listen to the sound of the flute. The young man in white smiled, and continued to sharpen the bamboo with a short knife, dividing the bamboo into three parts, leaving a part of more than three feet in the middle.

Looking at the more than three-foot part, the younger brother said, "Brother, is this bamboo flute a little long, and it is not easy to hold." "Measuring the bamboo flute by his height, it is indeed a little long.

"Let's be shorter, then. The words of the young man in white disappeared with a smile......

"Hey, wake up, you're holding me down. A very weak voice sounded in his ears, and there was still a small amount of strength in his body, and Li Yuchen woke up from his dream.

"Is it dawn?" he opened his eyes, but they were facing the ground, and he saw some light, and it was a little muddy.

"Yes, it's dawn, get up, you're holding me down. The woman's voice was very soft, knowing that she was saved by him, and she was not very angry, but also because of the weakness of her body.

"Oooh. He said, aware of his situation, a little embarrassed, and quickly stood up sideways, feeling that there was something strange in his back, seeing the anxiety around him, thinking of the situation last night, touching the clothes behind him, he couldn't help but relax a little, "It's okay, it's nothing." ”

"Thank you for saving me!" The woman got up slowly, also noticing the situation around her, the look of embarrassment floated on her face, without the barrier of the veil, although her face was very flowery, but it was also moving.

He turned his head, looked at the woman, and said many times that he wanted her to repay and give him a lot of things, but he couldn't speak, just shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "It's okay." Looking at her, there was nothing to say.

After a few moments of silence, she said, "There's no food, I'm hungry." "It's a change of subject, and it's true that I'm hungry and want to eat something and recover a little energy.

Her mind was still a little drowsy, but it didn't affect much, her thoughts were already clear, she looked around, thought a little, vaguely knew the situation, knew that there were still many things to do, and they had to do it, and she couldn't waste time.

In this scorched land, the target is too big and extremely unsafe, and it is necessary to leave as soon as possible.

He touched his body, shook his head, and the "food" he had prepared for himself ran somewhere, probably falling to the ground in the hustle and bustle of the flames, and was burned by the fire, and he couldn't remember a little, only the fact that there was no food, and he also felt hungry.

"Alright then, let's get out of here first. She shook her head, smiled wryly, looked around, then at the sky, unable to tell the time, and asked, "Which direction should we go?"

He also looked at the sky, unable to discern the direction, thought about it carefully, pointed in a direction, and said with a slight affirmation: "This way!" He also felt that time was precious, and he couldn't waste it, so he took the lead in getting out.

She nodded, endured the feeling of weakness in her body, and tried to keep up quickly, but she tripped over the object under her feet, lost her center of gravity, and fell headlong to the ground.