Fuji Avenue

Chapter 103 Mu Wanfeng is Here

The monks of the human race found a camp in the depths of the forest, and set up a sentry post on the crown of a huge tree with hundreds of feet.

At present, there are 150 three monks in total. After discussion, it is decided that every group of 15 people, and every five people will form a small group, and they will be divided into ten shifts.

The on-duty teams hold communication symbols and patrol around the camp non-stop. If there is any trouble, everyone can know it immediately.

As for the boa anaconda, he was fed Losing Soul Powder by the disciples of Yaowanggu, and temporarily fell into a coma and lost consciousness.The disciples of the Qiankun Pagoda used the three-layer inner and outer three-layer micro-array to lock the blood and energy in his body, making him unable to move.

In addition, there are special personnel in rotation, staring at them all the time without blinking, which makes it feel appropriate.

Bu Er separated from Xiuxiu, found a secluded place near the campsite, and lay down unconsciously.

After a while, Mu Wanfeng came quietly.

"Hurry up and return my wooden talisman."

Of course she was referring to the one she gave to Fuji before entering the valley.

"Can't you be more generous?"

Buer was heartbroken, but still threw the wooden talisman to her, "I saved your life anyway."

At this time, the lush forest and dense leaves are quiet, and the secluded twilight soothes worries and worries. It is a good time to fall asleep.

Mu Wanfeng changed into a clean long blue veil, but her complexion could not be relieved of fatigue, her eyes were a little dull, and she seemed to have a little decadence that was rarely seen before.

Bu Er always thought that she was so listless after going through a catastrophe and walking around the cliff of life and death.

Then he asked, "How is your injury? It's better to rest earlier."

Mu Wanfeng said: "Why don't you listen to persuasion?"

The tone of voice is always unspirited.

Bu Er smiled and said: "You have given me the inheritance, how can I feel relieved to let you in alone."

This is not very funny.

But Mu Wanfeng's mouth still curled up.

She had already guessed where Wei Buer's quota for entering the valley came from, and she didn't bother to ask at the moment.

As for the reason for entering the valley?

"You entered the valley this time, did you find which horned demon inherited Bi Fei's blood?"

After being reminded by her, Bu Er remembered the reminder given to him by the Bi Fei blood sensor talisman before, and replied:

"It's settled, but it's a pity that I haven't figured out which one it is."

Mu Wanfeng's brows were slightly happy, "Oh? Congratulations!"

"It's a pity that the measurable distance of the blood sensor talisman is a bit short," said Fuji: "It's only half a mile around the body, so I need to go to the horned demon to walk around more."

Mu Wanfeng said: "There are more than 300 horned monsters in this valley, and there are still more than two months to come, so there is plenty of time. It's just that the risk you need to take is a bit big. Although your skills are strong, you also need to be extremely careful . Otherwise, "

After speaking, she hesitated for a moment, and then said: "If not, I will go with you..."

Bu Er was about to agree.

The words came to a halt before he said, "Forget it, I can come and go alone a little more freely. If the horned demon finds out, I can get away. If I take you with me, my hands and feet will be bound."

Mu Wanfeng seemed a little disappointed, but she didn't insist anymore.

Suddenly he said again: "Before, I saw Zhong Xiuxiu of the Yuelin Sect looking for you...you two sneaked into the grove..."

"A thing that destroys people's reputation,"

Bu Er's face darkened, and he quickly waved his hands: "Don't talk nonsense."

Mu Wanfeng blinked, "That's not sure."

But he didn't intend to pursue the matter, and asked casually: "Then why does she ask you?"

Bu Er hesitated.

What Xiuxiu discussed with her was related to the life and death of all the monks of the human race, logically Mu Wanfeng should not have known about it.

Especially with so many secrets hidden in her body.

There is still a faint guess in Bu Er's heart, and even he himself refuses to believe it.

Before entering the valley, the elixir she gave herself was also very problematic.

After a long silence, she explained: "In order to save me earlier, her magic weapon was shattered on the ground, so she came to trouble me."

This lie is true and false, and it is difficult to tell the truth from the truth. He admires himself a little.

Looking at him, Mu Wanfeng's eyes dimmed a bit, and she forced a smile: "You are destined to be a good woman."

Bu Erdao: "It's a pity that they are all collecting debts from me, one is more powerful than the other."

Then, the two fell into a long silence.

Mu Wanfeng stayed for a while before leaving.Before leaving, he told Buer to be more careful in the valley, and he must not be impulsive.

After returning to the station, he lay down on his own.

These two days have been spent on the edge of the cliff of life and death. Every moment is tense, extremely focused, and dare not be distracted or slack.

As a result, many things can't be taken care of, and many thoughts can't be thought of.

At this moment, he returned to calmness, he closed his eyes, and all the previous events flooded into his mind uncontrollably, as if he used the closed eyelids as a stage for singing, performing both real and imaginary.

The scene where Wan'er dropped the medicinal soup was the first to bear the brunt, and it was performed dozens of times back and forth on the stage as a haunted ghost.

After a long time, he recalled it as if he drank a large bowl of extremely bitter Coptis soup.

Although this bowl of soup was eaten in a daze, the bitter taste in my mouth was hard to get rid of for a long time.

He couldn't control his thoughts at all, like a big river gushing in the vast wilderness, and a strong wind sweeping across the boundless desert, there was no hindrance at all.Without any scruples, he thought of the past days when he and Wan'er walked together in Changle Village.

Thinking of her youth, she stood out for herself, delivered meals for herself, and told jokes for herself.

I also remembered that after the age of eight, when her parents left, she would often walk into her home for no reason, clean up the room, ask questions, and sit side by side with herself on the faded and yellowed head of the bed. Countless comforting and caring words were said.

For an unaccompanied and helpless young child living a difficult life alone, Wan'er's words have almost become his only sustenance every night when he is alone and sleepless, tossing and turning.

He often closes his eyes, imagines her face in his mind like electricity, and recalls every word she said.

Even today, several years later, he can still remember those words that seem ordinary but have endless aftertaste.

In this unwilling memory, the surrounding weather gradually became colder for some reason, making him shiver uncontrollably.I also remembered that after entering the sect, the originally clear face gradually became blurred, the familiar face gradually became unfamiliar, and the two gradually became estranged and unfamiliar without knowing it.

It was getting colder and colder around him, and he couldn't help curling up.

The road from Yunyinzong to Puppet Valley came to mind again, what he experienced, what he saw and heard, everything was like a river turning into a cliff, turning into a waterfall, making him almost unbelievable, this The person who racked his brains and tried every means to harm him is really Wan'er.

In the roar of the waterfall rushing down, his thoughts seemed to be scattered by the torrent, and turned into water mist and water droplets splashing in mid-air, and finally he could not be traced.

In the past few days, I haven't had a good rest for a long time.

He finally fell into a deep sleep in a state of drowsiness and exhaustion.

There is a saying that it is rare to sneak around in danger, and it is true that dreams are the happiest.This sleep turned out to be uncharacteristically comfortable and comfortable, with good dreams one after another, and a really sound sleep.

Thinking about it, when I was awake, I had already experienced all kinds of hardships and hardships, and when I fell asleep, I fell into a dream. If I still can’t let everything go to my heart and treat myself well, what’s the point of living.

I don't know how long I slept, but in the dimness, it seemed that someone was patting my shoulder lightly.

Fuji slightly opened his eyes, and an ugly face was staring at him intently.

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　　Two chapters will be updated tonight.

　　
　
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