It rained heavily this morning, and it didn't get smaller until dusk.

Spirit beasts each enjoy this rare peaceful time at home, the wood plants are rejuvenated and more vibrant, and the depths of the unexplored forest are filled with unknown dangers and temptations. But all of this has nothing to do with Wen Renjing, the cave that has rained is dark and damp, even if the fifth has used spiritual power to dry the cave, she still feels damp.

The dampness seemed to seep down her skin into the bone marrow of her internal organs, and it was cold.

The rain outside the house also upset her.

She was lying on the stone bed, with barely warm bedding that Fifth Shi had found in the corner of her personal space, as if she was still asleep.

She dreamed, for the first time in her past life and in this life, she dreamed of him, Sangzen, the father of her child, her husband, her... Sanghazen.

She hated him so much, hated that he had left her alone, hated that he had not entered her dreams for ten years, hated that he had forcibly and suddenly broken into her dreams when she was about to forget.

She dreamed that Monk Chan was holding Xiao Xiyu in one hand and holding her with the other, and they went home together through the rape flower field in the afterglow of the sunset, Xiao Xiyu was restlessly twisting in Seng Chan's arms to catch the butterflies on the rape flowers, she gloated and watched Seng Chan deliberately teach Xiao Xiyu with a straight face, everything was so clear.

What the fifth skin is doing today is not a fish, it is a rabbit caught by the black skin in the rainstorm in order to please the fifth one, the rabbit was tested to be oily, and even the black skin who does not eat much cooked food was spit bluntly by the fragrance.

The fifth neatly ripped off a rabbit leg and walked to the stone bed, "Crooked, the rabbit is cooked, can you eat some?" Wen Renjing turned his back to the fifth person, and his voice was a little imperceptible "No need, I don't have an appetite"

Fifth, the hand holding the rabbit leg paused slightly, and he put the rabbit leg next to Wen Renjing's head, "Then wait for you to have an appetite to eat some."

The fifth turned around and walked out of the cave, Heipi flew in his ear, he turned his head and asked Heipi suspiciously, "Heipi, are you male or female?" The black skin immediately replied, "Mother, elder, the little monster is mother"

"Are you suddenly in a bad mood or crying?" ”

Black Skin" ...... Yes? ”

Wen Renjing suddenly became a little irritable, "I know, it's useless to ask you, what do you know about a single girl who hasn't had a male Jiao for hundreds of years" After speaking, he left.

Black: A single person who has not had a male Jiao for hundreds of years: ............

Wu Zhen, who had just walked a few steps, turned back again, "I'll go out, you protect the people inside, if she misses a finger, I'll roast you!" With that, he disappeared into the drizzle.

Black Skin: ..................

The next morning, Wen Renjing got up early and walked out of the cave without looking back with a knife in his left hand.

An hour later, the fifth hand of the roast chicken and the right hand pastry walked into the cave, but saw the bedding on the stone bed neatly and no one in sight.

Finally, in an inconspicuous place in the cave, he found the black skin who was sleeping soundly, and he smashed the food box at the black skin with an expressionless face, and the black skin was excited to escape two meters away.

"Where's she?" The fifth asked sympathetically.

"Isn't it right there" turned his head only to see the neatly cleaned stone bed, and after half a sound, the black skin turned his head stiffly "Hehe......"

The fifth one also said twice, and then with a look of anger, he broke the black skin's body into a dead knot and fell out.

"Ahhh---------h

For the people on the Canglan Continent, Dongshi Mountain is one of the places with the most abundant spiritual power, and coming here to cultivate spiritual power will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

But the fact is that there are very few people who come to Dongshi Mountain, and the people of Shikoku almost never set foot on Dongshi Mountain if it is not necessary, because Dongshi Mountain not only has spiritual power, natural and earthly treasures, but also countless fertile fields are full of dangers, and if you are not careful, you may fall into danger.

Wenren Jing is a good example.

The wild boar in front of her was staring at her, and if she made the slightest movement, the wild boar would pounce on her and bite her to death.

The air in this square inch of land seemed to have stopped.

The danger factor of the wild boar is obviously not low, it is more than three times larger than a normal wild boar, the whole body is blood-red, and a high-temperature mist is sprayed from time to time between the two sharp and sharp teeth.

Wen Renjing held the blade of the knife in his left hand and the handle of the knife in his right hand, and in the humid air, the faint light obscured by the clouds reflected the cold momentum of the soul granting knife.

Perhaps it was because the momentum was too exposed, or perhaps it was the boar's keen sense of smell as a demonic beast, and the boar took a small step back.

This small step seemed to infuriate itself, and it raised its head to the sky and roared, and in an instant a wall of fire burned around it, and countless fireballs with anger smashed into the Wenren Jing.

As a high-level demonic beast that has experienced a hundred battles, how can it be afraid of an ordinary or even lowly human being without any spiritual power.

Wen Ren Jing dodged the fireball in a kind of flowing movement that was almost impossible for ordinary humans to do, and used his strength to shoot directly at the wild boar.

The knife came out of its sheath, and the sound of flesh and bone separating sounded.

Wen Renjing put the knife into the sheath in a standard posture, wiped the pig's blood that accidentally splashed on his face, and walked forward without looking back.

The wild boar stumbled on the spot a few times and fell to the ground, and the blood slowly soaked into the ground from its neck, adding more color to Dongshi Mountain.

Wen Ren Jing went back to the inn, there was no shadow of Wen Ren Yunjing and Ziyi in it, Wen Ren Yun Jing would not take the initiative to leave her, thinking of the battle between her and Lao Scar a few days ago, Wen Ren Jing frowned.

Wen Renjing walked back in the direction she had come back earlier.

In addition to the spiritual power spirit beasts that are not lacking on Dongshi Mountain, it should be trees.

The trick to discerning direction in the forest is experience, and the last thing that Wenren Jing Shi lacks is experience.

After passing through the three-way intersection many times, Wen Renjing stopped and stared at the towering ancient tree near the right side, with a strange sense of familiarity.

The knife fell, and there were more swastika marks on the ancient tree, and he turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

When a similar three-way intersection appeared in front of her eyes again, Wen Renjing was sure that she was lost, and it was almost impossible for such a thing to happen to her.

In the last life, since the moment she walked out of the misty forest alive at the age of thirteen, no matter how difficult the path was, she had never been lost.

And she walked into Dongshi Mountain for less than half a day before she got lost.

Wen Renjing changed to holding a knife in his right hand, looked around, and knocked tentatively near the ancient tree.

"Knock-"

Keep knocking, still,

"Knock-"

Wen Renjing's heart was relieved, he closed his eyes and touched his left hand forward, his hand was empty, and it was still like this a few points ago.

Sure enough, this is a formation! It's weird that she can get out there! Nothing on the Canglan Continent could be thought of in the way she had before.

Seeing is not necessarily believing, and hearing is not necessarily false.

Her knife echoed multiple strikes on the solid wood tree, and she didn't feel it when she reached out and touched it—there was no tree in front of her, it was empty.

Wen Renjing closed his eyes wantonly, threw away the scabbard, and slashed down with the knife in both hands, and the sword qi wrapped in internal force tore through the formation, the roar was deafening, and the smoke and dust rolled off to cover his eyes.

Wen Renjing leaned over to pick up the scabbard and walked out of the billowing smoke.

In the distance above the smoke and dust, a dragon silently followed Wen Renjing.

Wen Renjing shot frequently, and the toxins in her body finally broke out, and she actually had blood spilling out for a while, and then she was dizzy.

Before the fainting, the foreground was blurred, the heavens and the earth swirled, and she seemed to fall into a warm embrace before falling into darkness and losing consciousness.

Familiar smells rushed to her lungs, and her heart magically returned to its steady.