The rooster crows?

Lin Shu: "?"

A chicken crowed in his soul?

Lin Shu thought it was an illusion and continued to put the feathers into the tomb.

"grumble--!"

Lin Shu: "?"

This time he heard it clearly, it was really a chicken crow or a chicken crow.

He took out the bird's hair and repeatedly put it into the mound.

Put it in, take it out, put it in, take it out.

The chicks' cries gradually became weak and finally turned into "chi" with a sense of prayer.

This "chir" reminded Lin Shu of the furry and round chicken in his dream last night.

He looked at the feather and an outrageous guess appeared in his heart.

Behind this feather is actually a chicken cub.

In other words, Xiao Shao left a cub to himself in addition to his shame?

He couldn't accept it, nor did he want to accept it.

He is only twenty-one years old and should not be the father of four children.

Just as he was thinking, in his soul, the chicken chirped weakly again.

OK.

Lin Shu put the feathers aside, took out Xiao Shao's bamboo flute and buried them in, sealing the soil.

In a blink of an eye, I saw Wuxuan release a blood mist wrapped in feathers with a vicious look on his face, as if he wanted to swallow it.

Just as he was about to stop him, he saw a layer of golden red luster on his feathers, which made Wuxie burn.

He took back his hand without any shame.

That's fine.

You two can hurt each other.

Lin Shu pulled the feathers back from Wuxi's hand.

A flattering "chir" came from the soul.

Lin Shu studied this hair.

It's Phoenix Feather.

But the thing he saw in his dream was indeed a real chicken without a phoenix sign.

He put away his feathers and decided to wait and see.

After dealing with the chicken feathers, the center of gravity shifted to Wuxi.

He first pinched Yingying and then tried to strangle the feathers, which showed that his character was terrible.

I am worthy of looking at him with only a pair of evil eyes, and I don’t have any oil or salt.

Lin Shu was exhausted physically and mentally, pressed her eyebrows, intending to visit the fierce aunt in the market and learn the skills of scolding people.

Finally, I was in the dark and sat on the bed and rubbed my eyes.

The child is still young, and Lin Shu doesn't care about him because of the day. He tells himself in his heart that it is easy to change the country and his nature is hard to change. This bad character is not a worthy mistake. It depends on the number one craftsman in the ages.

Then he said, "Go to sleep."

Wuxiu rubbed his eyes again: "I can't sleep."

Lin Shu: "Why."

Wuxuan looked at him with a little provocation in his tone: "October, I always sleep with Phoenix."

That's fine.

Lin Shu took out Xiao Shao's black feather cloak and wrapped him around.

Maomauri, who was buried in the veil, seemed to squint his eyes, but then he smiled strangely: "I am the phoenix's knife, and I can't sleep. You have no Taoist couple, but you are still in the mood to urge me to sleep. As expected, you are indifferent to the charity."

Lin Shu blew out the candle and said blankly: "Because I am your father."

His tone was so stiff that his tail sounded hoarse, and his heart felt as if it had been cut by a dull knife. He just sat by the bed and didn't move for a long time.

Human collapse is actually in an instant.

After Xiao Shao left, he seemed to have become two people.

A person who seemed to have nothing happened, was empty and silent, and everything lived as usual,

But when the memories of Xiao Shao flashed back in his mind, the whole world was tearing apart in an instant, and blood was dripping. The wind was cold and blew directly into the internal organs, but he had nowhere to escape.

I don’t know how long it took, but I pulled his sleeves with mercy.

Lin Shu turned his head.

Wuxiu covered him with the cloak again, then he lowered it into the quilt in a quiet voice and lay down with his back to him.

After a while, he heard him say, "I didn't mean it."

Lin Shu folded her feather cloak in the moonlight and placed it on the bedside: "It's okay."

Not saying anything without any words.

Lin Shu lay down, looked at the small ball curled up on the edge of the bed, sighed softly, and finally leaned over there, reaching out and gently embracing the little thing.

My unforgiving body stiffened for a long time before I relaxed.

Lin Shu didn't fall asleep, or perhaps he didn't want to sleep subconsciously.

In the middle of the night when I was awake, a distant and strange sound suddenly sounded in the distance, like waves slapping my eardrums.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window, feeling the land beneath him tremble slightly, fleeting.

Wuxi opened his eyes.

He looked at Lin Shu and said two words: "Spring Flood."

Lin Shu: "Then?"

He grinned with shame, and his blood-red eyes seemed to have a trace of dark light: "Are you crossing the Yangtze River on the way you came, aren't it raining rain?"

Spring flood, heavy rain.

Spring flood.

Flood.

Wuxiu rubbed his eyes and seemed to want to fall asleep again, but he still said to him: "The embankment has collapsed, it's too late."

Lin Shu frowned: "Why do you know?"

Wuxiu said indifferently: "A thousand years ago, I buried it in Jiangnan."

Lin Shu: "How to solve it?"

Wuxiu seemed to smile and said, "What's the matter with me?"

Lin Shu looked at her unforgiving side face.

He is very small, at the age of six or seven.

But Lin Shushi finally realized that Wu Xiu was not like Yingying, but an ignorant child.

The ancient demon soldiers were tempered by the blood shed in the wars of the people of the fourteen states in the world. They were buried in the pit of thousands of people for many years. I don’t know how much blood has been seen or how many lives have been killed. The worldview is indeed different from that of ordinary people.

No words all night.

He was right.

The floods of the Yangtze River are a vicious situation that has not been seen in a thousand years, affecting six states, hundreds of thousands of people are trapped, and Bingzhou is also unstable.

In the capital, Xiao Lingyang and Xiao Xuan were panicked.

Xiao Lingyang was a duck who was kicked on the shelves. He would not show any timidity when doing a general amnesty, tax reduction and exemption of the world. If he had to properly rescue disasters, he would be in trouble.

Even though Xie Zishe has extraordinary strategic talents, he cannot withstand the deficit of the national treasury.

After so many years of military force, the Southern Xia was not rich and the Northern Xia was also in a difficult position. Now that the two have merged, they are even more poor.

The continuous rain began to drizzle.

The plum rain season in Jiangnan is April and May every year, but now it is just March, and the spring rain splashes, and it seems that it has not stopped.

Without adequate protection, all the food in the warehouse will become moldy and deteriorate under the influence of moisture. The tens of thousands of people and hundreds of thousands of livestock and corpses of the river were drowned directly along the river, and the plague came immediately.

It's even worse to make things worse.

Jiangnan is in danger.
To be continued...