Xiao Huaiyu looked at Yan Xiaoqi in front of him in a daze, his heart was mixed, unspeakable sadness, he had been haunted by nightmares since he was a child, and now he has lost his relatives, is God destined to take away every dear and loved one by one around him? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the little bell that was still sleeping, such a cute little girl carved in pink and jade, can God also take it ruthlessly? If so, why don't I, Yan Huaiyu, work hard to understand the way of heaven? If the devil takes what I love, I will slaughter it, if the fairy takes away what I love, I will kill it, and if the sky takes away what I love, I will kill the sky! Gradually, Xiao Huaiyu's eyes were red, and a tyrannical aura swept away, and within a hundred zhang, birds and beasts were all alarmed and scattered and fled.

The jade pendant on Xiao Huaiyu's chest emitted a slight white light, and a cool breath penetrated into the eight veins of the body's strange meridians along the skin, and went straight to the Baihui acupoints in his mind, Xiao Huaiyu's body suddenly shook suddenly, his pupils gradually contracted, and he regained consciousness, beads of sweat flowed down his forehead, he didn't know what had just happened, he only felt physically and mentally exhausted, as if he had experienced a serious illness, stood up, picked up the small bell, and staggered to the depths of the dense forest.

The sky is gradually darkening, the dark deep forest is even more out of sight, he only has one hand to grope forward, Baiyun Mountain has been known for danger since ancient times, slowly, the terrain began to become steep, no longer covered by the dense forest, a bright moon rose into the sky, the earth was white, Xiao Huaiyu pulled out a thick rattan from the side, the little bell firmly?