Most of the things in the wooden house were destroyed by the four people just now. They could not eat or drink any longer. The firewood was watered, so only some animal skins were left to use. Such a way to kill them would never leave a way out. I thought it was because they were determined to put the people they were chasing to death.

Wuhua didn't want to meddle in other people's business. Although she saw some tricks, she had no intention of interfering.

"The Xuanlong Stone cannot be dug here. Let's go to another place to take a look..." As soon as he went out, he saw Luo Feiyu clumsyly holding a doll and staring at the little thing with big eyes.

Wuhua paused and was stunned.

...The fish that escapes the net?

A little troublesome.

He brows slightly locked, "This kid... is in the jar?"

Luo Feiyu turned his head and nodded at him.

The little doll's cheeks were cold. I don't know how long it had been frozen in the snow. Luo Feiyu felt pity for a moment and couldn't help but mess with the little guy with Jin Chuang. Because he looked quite cute, Luo Feiyu even stuffed him a piece of dried fish.

The little baby's teeth were not even grown, so he could not eat this, but the buff of "Blessings of the Desert" still fell on him, and together with the blood-filled green characters, he supplemented his vitality. After a while, his face became rosy, and his dark and shiny eyes stared at Luo Feiyu directly.

Wuhua felt that the picture in front of him had a subtle feeling. He walked over and looked at the little ghost for a while. He wanted to say, "Abandoned son is either sick or a disaster", but when he came to his mouth, he turned strangely: "Men's or female?"

Luo Feiyu pondered for a moment, carried the little guy's two jiojio and lifted him upside down.

The ragged rag immediately slid down. Luo Feiyu excitedly raised his chin at the two bare little lotus legs, and his eyes glowed and replied, "Boy!"

Wuhua: "..." You didn't hold a child at first sight!!

The upside down gravity made the little guy confused. He wrinkled his nose and rubbed his little face into a ball, and burst into tears with a loud voice.

Luo Feiyu was shocked and almost threw him out.

Wuhua had no choice but to take the little baby from his hand, and hugged it like a big enemy and coaxed it. The little guy was crying and his cry stopped for a moment.

Luo Feiyu was surprised: "I can't tell that you can coax children?"

Wuhua said indifferently: "I hugged Xiaoling when I was a child."

Luo Feiyu then realized it. Yes, Wuhua came to Central Plains at the age of six. His father, Tianfeng Shishilang, saw that he was a straight man with a martyrdom in his mind. Nangong Ling must have followed him when he was a child.

But before the praise lasted a few seconds, the little thing started to cry again, which was even more heartbreaking than before.

Wuhua: "..." The slap came too quickly in the face. Even if Master Wuhua had extraordinary concentration, he couldn't help but blush.

He turned Luo Feiyu's teasing eyes and pulled the topic away without a trace: "If he continues to cry like this, those people will definitely come to me in the sound."

Luo Feiyu also knew the inappropriate crying, and had a little headache: "But we always have to send him back to his parents, right? He was so small that he was hidden here, and it was probably because the four men in black were looking for whom he knew they could not take him away, so he hid him in front of the hunter's wooden house... I don't know if his parents are still alive."

Wuhua was silent for a while before saying, "No one has been here in the wooden house recently, but the ash under the earthen stove has traces of being moved by a new one."

Luo Feiyu's heart moved, "He was injured. If there was no medicine by his side, he wanted to stop the bleeding and hide his traces. Maybe he would catch the ashes to respond to the emergency!"

Wuhua nodded, "But whether it is charcoal ash, blood stains or footprints, they are too conspicuous here. If he doesn't want to be discovered, he will definitely go to places where it is not easy to leave."

Luo Feiyu understood it: "Let's go to the stream!"

...

The melting snow water of the Daxue Mountains merges into a stream on the other side of the mountain. The winding clear water flows over the deep black rocks, washing away all the impure colors, leaving only the distinction between black and white.

The young swordsman's face was pale, and his already broken clothes were soaked with black blood. He was clotted. Every move that he tried his best would touch his clothes that were connected to the wound, tearing the pain endlessly.

His bamboo sword had broken his blade, and his true energy had already dried up.

He knew that his death was coming, but the only regret was his young son who remained in the wooden house.

Hu Bugui was entrusted to come to the Western Regions and finally paid off Li Xunhuan's favor. He just wanted to return to the Central Plains and continue to be a vague and unstable "crazy". But his wife was pregnant with Liujia and was about to give birth to this few days. The journey was hard, so Hu Bugui delayed for a few days and planned to set off before the child was born.

Clinker, after waiting for so many days, unexpected accidents followed.

Wuhua said it right. The reason why he wanted to be a "madman" was because he knew too many secrets and was too smart.

In the world, secrets are often death-driven talismans.

Hu Bugui only had a fight with the second-year ill Bai Tianyu not long ago. Both sides were injured and their strength was quasi-de-five. Even if he gave him a very good injury medicine one after another, he would have recovered to 70%. He was happy to get a son, and he was neglected to prevent it in his ecstasy, and sneak attacked unexpectedly.

His wife unfortunately died, and Hu Bugui was seriously injured and unable to cure him. He fled all the way to this end, and fed all the remaining "spiritual medicine" to his young son with tears in his eyes, hiding him in a clay pot, hoping that the medicine would hold his life and support him until someone discovered him.

But that child is still so young, and the hunger and coldness in the snow are as close as the quick knife of life and death in the snow.

The wind was howling behind his palms, and Hu Bugui's expression condensed, and he tried his best to mobilize his limbs, barely avoiding the killing move that pressed his back. He was at the end of his strength, and he had avoided the vital points, but he was still hit by this palm.

Hu Buguiqiang held back and took advantage of the momentum to pull up his body and jumped forward for more than ten feet.

"Don't let him run away!" The giant with a magnificent figure carried the short man. When the voice came out, he couldn't tell which of them was what they said.

Hu Bugui cursed: "The shameful grandson is still a shameful grandson with a cover-up face! Even if you find a nine-foot giant fox to pretend to be a tiger, you will still be a dwarf who can't grow up in the womb!"

As soon as he said this, the short man was so angry that he was so angry that he was smoking, "Drive him! Mom sells me to me and kill him!"

Hu Bugui suddenly turned around, held his sword and stabbed it in the slant. The sword light was like a pool of autumn water, "sneering" into the giant's shoulders, bringing out a bunch of fresh and beautiful blood flowers.

He succeeded with a blow, staggered back a few steps, gasped for a while, and laughed wildly: "You just took off all the face towels. Just these few faces, you can see the shadow of a dog without urinating."

The man with a northern accent kept silent, and a silver light flashed at his fingertips.

"Bor", Hu Bugui's body shook, and a flying knife had already penetrated into the same position on his shoulder.

"..." He lowered his head for a while, his eyes were red, "...If you practice for another twenty years, you will not be as good as Li Xunhuan!"

The man was also trembling with anger by him.

Hu Bugui knew that his life had been cut off. He was desperate and indignant, and he couldn't help but feel sad. After just laughing wildly, he actually burst into tears again.

These people have long been used to him like this, just thinking that he is still as crazy as rumors.

It was only when the unparalleled swordsman's life was about to end that he could show bitter and real warmth. He thought to himself that before the Bai family discovered the children in the jar, the father and son would meet in the underworld.

The poor young son suffered in vain.

He slapped himself several times and looked up at the sky and hissed.

The four of them were vigilant to surround him, and no one stepped forward to move forward.

Hu Bugui's eyes were wide and he sighed in his heart.

Suddenly, a golden head appeared at the end of his vision, and the red gauze, like a holy white robe, was stirred by the wind, like a goddess who came to the world on the top of a snow mountain.

In the armpits of the "goddess" were a ball of "things" that he looked extremely familiar to.

...Damn it.

Then that seems to be smashing it?!

Hu Bugui's hissing suddenly turned aside, as if something was choking in his throat, turning into a series of strange squeaks.

The four people surrounding him were stimulated by the sudden change of tone, and the face under the face was twisted at the same time, as if they were stomachache.

"What's the name of your god to death!"

Hu Bugui was overjoyed. When he saw Luo Feiyu and the little thing, his eyes burst out with infinite splendor. The four of them thought he would return and try their best to make a big wave, so they raised their weapons together and gave him a fatal blow.

Hu Bugui stopped hissing, his eyes met Wuhua, who followed one after another, and spoke silently.

Wuhua narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his palm and pressed Luo Feiyu's extremely conspicuous head down.

"Swish--" Blood gushed into the snow.

Luo Feiyu, who was pressed down, heard the sound and instinctively shook his body and his body was stiff and fixed.

The person who used to use flying swords was very powerful. After stopping, he looked back at the distance.

The wind blew the snowflakes, and there was nothing behind them.

Wuhua's other hand covered Luo Feiyu's eyes, and after a long time, he moved away, and said "Amitabha" in the secret chat.

Luo Feiyu clenched his fists. Although he had not seen each other personally, he had already realized what had happened.

He just didn't expect that the unlucky guy who was chased and the biological father of the little doll he smashed out was Hu Bugui, who was still picking up skewers with him some time ago.

The little guy was about to cry again. Luo Feiyu looked at the long golden strips of blood strips of the four people, endured the impulse, turned his head and raised his invisibility and walked back.

Wuhua breathed a sigh of relief, and Luo Feiyu finally knew how to judge the situation and did not rush forward to seek death.

He then escaped with his sneak ninjutsu.

In broad daylight, the world is bright?

The sound transmission flows into the secret and floats into Hu Bugui's ears.

His sword fell to the ground, and the person fell like a mountain.

...It's me.

I will raise your son well. What is his name?

They were getting farther and farther away from Hu Bugui, so naturally they could not see the smile on Hu Bugui's face after they quietly left.

Hu Bugui lay on the ground, his eyes dimmed, leaving only endless red-colored snow.

...Red snow. Flowers bloom and leaves fall over red snow.

The author has something to say: Luo Feiyu and Wuhua returned to the Western Regions Chamber of Commerce with their kids. Yu Tianbao was shocked and the melon fell to the ground.

Yu Tianbao: Damn... You guys have such a big child in a few days after you go out!!!

Luo Feiyu:…???

Yu Tianbao: Ming Zun is above! The boy and the woman? The man teaches him how to train the sword technique in the desert to be the leader, and the woman passes on her holy scriptures. Brother, you can retire!

Luo Feiyu:…………

Luo Feiyu (turning to Wuhua): I suddenly feel that we have been in love for so many years, so it’s good to raise a cat?

Wuhua:...Look at the flop Hu Daxia, will your conscience hurt?

Luo Feiyu: Hongxue is the name of a girl when she hears it!!!

Wuhua:………………(I no longer have hope for this person)

Wuhua: You teach me how to swordsmanship and educate me.

Hu Bugui: Then what, I regret it now, can I still have time? Can I send my son back to the Bai family for me?
Chapter completed!