Taoist temple, snow-capped courtyard.

Click!

After a crisp sound, it seems that the texture of the wood can be seen from the sound breaking in the middle, and the thread is twisted and broken in half.

"Click!"

"Click!"

The three of them were clicking one after another, stepping back step by step.

The eyes of the three people were slightly frightened, as if they were at the scene of a murder, and they were especially afraid of the blood in front of them.

Li Sanyi touched Zhang Boer next to him with a small movement, and Zhang Boer, who had a lot of heart, did not shout loudly, but just looked at Li Sanyi with a look.

Li Sanyi: What are you chopping so much firewood for?

Zhang Boer: I don't know.

Li Sanyi: I always feel that her mood is not smooth?

Zhang Boer: I don't know.

Sanyi Li: What do you know?

Zhang Boer: I don't know.

……

Li Sanyi rolled his eyes out of thin air and squatted down.

The two people next to him also squatted down, their arms clasped in front of their chests, and their six eyes stared at the front of them, and they were a little irritable, clicking and chopping wood.

An axe seemed to have no weight in Feng Yin's hand, and the wood was bound to break off as soon as the hand lifted and fell.

If the wood is relatively long, the axe is stuck in the middle of the split, and the wood cracks in half and leaves half left.

At this time, the wind groaned, inserted the axe on the back waist at will, dragged the half-split wood with both hands, and roared, click!

Break wooden blocks with your bare hands.

The trio tacitly took a step back, bound to stay away from the "crime scene".

"You three are bored?"

Feng Yin suddenly turned around, only to see the squatting trio shaking their heads in unison, their movements neat and standardized.

"What are you doing so far away from me? Didn't you come to me? ”

In the next second, the trio swiped the same silly smile, and said in unison: "It's okay." ”

All right?

The wind groaned and snorted, the deceitful ghost!

The face is afraid that he will tear up their emojis, and they can sell them for money.

Wind Groan ignored it.

In fact, she is not irritable at all, she simply likes to chop wood.

Or rather, simply like this kind of violent decompression activity.

It is absolute that she has a good mentality, but Grandma Yun, Cheng Yanqiu, her own body, life expectancy and other problems must also be faced.

Not to mention, Grandma Yun's powerlessness is how much she cares about the other wind.

Open-mindedness is open-mindedness, but worry, guilt, and not because of your open-mindedness.

Today the weather was just right, the snow had left them all day, the nets were broken, the wind was idle, and chopping wood became her main pleasure.

The energetic wind groans are a little bit more dry, a little bit more ferocious.

Of course, this is what Feng Yin thinks about himself.

In the eyes of the trio, the pile of firewood, which was one person high, was not said to be so.

At this moment, the trio reached a new tacit understanding: be honest these two days, don't make trouble.

The sound of chopping wood in the courtyard is endless, and Grandma Yun by the window in the house is always there.

She probably knew why the wind was splitting wood.

"Silly boy."

Grandma Yun didn't pay attention and turned her back.

Another hour passed, and the netizens in the live broadcast room watched the wind chant and chop wood for three hours.

[I always watch camping videos to help me sleep, and now it seems that chopping wood can also help me sleep. 】

[It does help you sleep, but Lao Tzu is at work! ] It's daytime! 】

[The single action is really decompressing, watching the wind chant and chopping firewood is particularly cool, and there is a feeling of splitting a scumbag by yourself. 】

Netizens watched it very easily, as for why Feng Yin could chop firewood, and he could chop so well, everyone subconsciously ignored it.

Only the comrades in the police station sighed and thought: The axe is also used so well!