"Woo--"

The long beast roar sounded in the void of the wilderness, and the powerful aura swelled up the wind in the jungle.

Aunt Huazhi was once again in the soft grass that was taller than hers at first, and a strong wind roared in her ears and blew backwards.

Between the heaven and earth, a golden fur-colored leopard, stepping on the flowing clouds, passing through the mountains, with huge soles treading on the top of the towering old tree, and even the weakest branches were not bent.

Such a majestic scene is invisible to mortals, and they can only feel a strong wind passing through the forest.

Where the leopards walk, the mountains are covered with green in the cold winter season, and the mountains are covered with green flowers like carpets, paving all the way into Canglang City.

The inconspicuous Luomei Temple in the East Night Market has mottled walls in the dusty doors overnight, showing signs of downs.

It was just past morning, but the door was as fresh as yesterday. The small buds of rouge plum heads in front of the temple quietly broke through the tender bark.

The wind lifts the hem of the spacious black cloak.

On the cliff, the man quietly looked at the leopard's leaving, his eyes deep.

Behind the man, the man who stood in custody followed Qi Wuji to Tianxi, Buluo of Qi Mansion.

The man and Blo are both wearing black robes, but their temperaments are very different.

Blo's temperament is actually good, just standing next to a tall and upright man, just like a shadow born from the subject of a man.

"Master, this woman is the person you have been looking for?"

Blo's tone was obviously pleasing, and there was a little complacent.

Because this news was brought to the Lord of the Mansion after he returned from Tianbei Island.

As far as he knew, the boy Qi Wuji didn't mention a word about Yan Yan after he went back.

The young boy who doesn't know how to do anything, didn't even see him.

It was a waste of time for him to get a big advantage. Such a contribution would not be allowed.

The man leaned down on the cliff. Just now, Jishuibao was only a few dozen meters away from where he was standing. He ran past but did not notice his existence.

The man ignored Blo's clichés and deliberate pleasing, and only looked at the valley where he fought last night, muttering to himself: "It's worthy of being that girl, she has grown up like this for just three years."

"Some people have their spiritual worlds that are born with God. Therefore, no matter which world they are in, such people will show the same pattern of God. Even if she is indeed just a mortal."

Blo was confused: "What is the Lord of the Mansion talking about Miss Yanyan?"

The man withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked down the mountain, and walked calmly: "Yan Yan must die. No matter which world she was born in, it must!"

The man said this sentence in a nice voice without any inappropriate way, just like the ultimate judgment from hell, with the meaning of a final conclusion.

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Everything in Canglang City is as usual, but there is more meat fragrance than before.

Carrying firewood bundles and walking across the street by Ji Mei, a group of children holding bacon in their hands ran over to her, and the joyful laughter spilled the street with the fragrance of meat.

Ji Meiba sniffed, sucked the fragrance of meat into her lungs, and laughed.

It has been the sixth day since the Yan family caravan gave bacon to the people in the city. According to the estimates of the Miao shopkeeper of the dumpling restaurant, about 70% of the people in Canglang City have tasted the bacon.

Ji Meibian felt that in addition to the smell of meat floating all over the city, even the steps of children and the elderly became particularly cheerful.

Maybe it was because I ate meat and my legs had strength.

Although Ji Meibian felt that the Yan family caravan might have suffered a little miserable loss this time, she liked this big caravan that came from afar.

This caravan brought real nourishment to Canglang City and long-lost joy to the city.

With a faint smile, Ji Mei turned into the quiet back alley of Xingyun Palace, came to the corner gate, and gently knocked on the door.

The happy smile just now gradually calmed down, Ji Meibian's face unconsciously brought a little worry, and she was anxiously waiting for the hand that opened the door.

The sound of the door bolt being pulled out soon came out, and it was still gently pulled out.

While Ji Mei lifted the bundle of firewood, she still turned her eyes to the fair hand.

Holding your hands on the door panel, wrist facing down, long wide sleeves hanging down.

She only saw a pitch-black sleeve, but she didn't see if there were any new injuries on her wrist today, which was a bit regretful.

Ji Meibian felt that the owner of her hand seemed to notice her peeping. Since she forgot to lift the firewood bundle into the door that time, she rarely saw the hand showing her wrist again.

After that time, every time I handed her a lot of money, my hand was facing down and gently placed the money on her hand.

Ji Meibian felt a little sad inexplicably, as if she was rejected by the other party, which made her feel a little disappointed.

However, when the hand was about to close the door, his spacious sleeves swayed gently, and Jimei smelled the familiar fragrance.

It's the taste of bacon!

She was stunned for a moment, and the loss that had just stopped on her face was swept away, and the corner of Ji Mei's mouth hung up again with a pleasant smile when she entered the entrance of the alley.

It turned out that the owner of this hand also tasted the bacon, and the cuffs were dyed with the smell of bacon, and it seemed that he liked it too.

I went to Miaoji Dumpling Restaurant with the fresh mountain products I called as usual.

He handed the three newly-caught fat and strong hares to Miao shopkeeper, Ji Mei smiled and said, "No need to pay money, just a few hares, I'll give you a tooth sacrifice."

Manager Miao knew that Ji Meibian was unwilling to collect the clothes and the piece of bacon for vain, so Manager Miao did not accept the rabbit meat with him.

He knew that the child's personality was the same as his dead mother, with a gentle and quiet personality but very backbone nature, which was also the reason why Manager Miao valued this pair of women.

Ji Meibian was still sitting in front of the counter of Shopkeeper Miao, holding the hot grass leaf tea brought by the friend in his hand, looking at an old beggar across the street through the fog, holding a piece of bacon, and carefully tearing off one piece.

Stuffed into the little beggar's mouth.

"Have you gone to get the bacon?"

Manager Miao said while wrapping the two or two fried fried fruits in oil paper and stuffing them into Ji Meibian's hand.

Each of these oil fruits only has three big children, which is not valuable. Ji Meibian directly collected them and shook his head: "I haven't gone, I've eaten them all, I won't receive them."

Manager Miao smiled.

He had obviously guessed Ji Meibian's answer, and couldn't help but sigh silently: The Ji family's wife taught this child very well. Unfortunately, the Ji family's wife went there early. If it weren't for this, the child might have had some prospects.

Manager Miao didn't want to recall the kind woman too much, so he changed the topic: "I heard that in a few days, the Yan family caravan will leave Canglang City."

Ji Meibian was surprised: "So quickly? How many days will it take?"

Manager Miao frowned uncertainly: "It's said that there will be three or four days left, but it's not clear what's the specific."

Ji Meibian asked, "Will they come again in the future?"


Chapter completed!