Weird World of Immortality

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At the moment when the dark night fell, the windless swaying trees in Changhe Forest stopped, and they radiated colorful light.

Not only the trees, but everything that still exists in the aperture gradually lights up with colorful lights.

The Changhe Forest is reflected like a fairyland.

It's just that the color is too bright, and it always gives a greasy feeling, as if the darkest color was applied to a dirty canvas.

In the area called the low hills, you can see the light rising in the dark night by a huge circle of light.

"How much is left unharvested?" When the night came, the two talismans of Huang Mao found the rice fields and asked Lu Kui.

The night was hazy, and it was impossible to see how much rice was left.

"Almost 90% has been received." Lu Kui gasped slightly, if it wasn't for the help of the patrol team members, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so efficient.

Master Mao Fu shook his head and said, "I can't see it anymore, let them go back, don't let anything happen at this time."

Lu Kui nodded, turned around and shouted loudly, telling everyone to retreat to the village.

The tired villagers are still reluctant, but there are too many dangers to face in the wild at night.

The shadows lurking in the dark night are strange, and no one knows when they will hit them.

They had to retreat from the fields.

Back in the village, many villagers began to join the threshing work again. They had to thresh all the harvested rice into sacks overnight.

The patrol team only left the basic patrol manpower, and the rest were sent to help.

Zhou Fan's four Sanqiu village warriors were called into the meeting room by the two talismans of Huang Mao, and began to discuss how to migrate.

The migration of more than 1,000 people is a very cumbersome matter. After the negotiation is over, it is already late at night, and there is only an hour and a half left before dawn.

Considering that there will be more dangers in the wild tomorrow, the village did not let the villagers sleepless, but let them go back to rest after the things were done in a hurry.

Zhou Fan left the patrol camp and walked in the quiet village. His face was calm and not too sentimental.

Back in his house, the old man got out of the house and wagged his tail at him. Zhou Fan patted the old dog on the head and brought it into the house.

Everything that could be taken away in the house was packed up and stacked in the main hall.

When Zhou Yimu and Guifeng hadn't slept and saw Zhou Fan come back, they quickly persuaded him to eat.

Zhou Fan asked them to hurry to rest. After a busy day today, they have to get up early tomorrow to drive. It is very dangerous to be in a trance in the wild.

Zhou Yimu and his wife went back to the room.

Zhou Fan looked at the back of his father and mother, and he could feel his father and mother's worries, which were worries about the unknown future.

In fact, it was not only Zhou Yimu and his wife, Zhou Fan also felt the pressure. He was not afraid to let him walk in the wild alone, but he was very worried when he brought ordinary people like his parents.

Zhou Fan ate something indiscriminately to fill his stomach, just drank a few sips of cold flame wine, and went to bed with Yan Yang's mental method.

Enter the Grey River space and appear on the boat again.

Zhou Fan just glanced and saw the fog.

There was an iron pot in front of the square table, and the red clay stove under the iron pot was spewing a scorching bright yellow flame, and the flame burned the hot oil in the iron pot sizzling.

Wu poured various seasonings into a white jade plate and mixed it with flour, then stuck the sliced ​​strange fish with the flour in the sticky pot, and threw it into the iron pot to fry it.

While frying the soul fish fillet, he ate it with chopsticks, relaxed and comfortable.

Zhou Fan walked towards him.

Wu ignored Zhou Fan and just silently ate the fried fish nuggets. When there was no transaction, Wu became very cold and arrogant.

Zhou Fan told Wu what he saw today.

After hearing this, Wu's face was calm and said: "Caiyi body is not something you can deal with, so hurry up and escape."

"What is the origin of the Caiyi body?" Zhou Fan thought about it and asked.

"One year of life." Wu reported the price, which was the price of Caiyi's body information.

"What if I want you to deal with Caiyi's body for me?" Zhou Fan asked tentatively. He wanted to confirm whether this thing could be dealt with, or was there any way for Wu to deal with it?

The chopsticks in Wu's hand paused for a while, then glanced at Zhou Fan and said, "No drama, you can't afford the price."

That is to be able to deal with it, Zhou Fan thought silently in his heart, but Wu didn't want to say more, Zhou Fan could only walk aside and practice the swordsmanship.

Those gray worms can't be used easily, and he still has to think about whether these gray worms should be exchanged with fog.

Besides, even if it is now used to exchange the "Purple Gold Eight Armor" with the fog, it is too late to practice.

Zhou Fan fell asleep too late, and he was forced to withdraw from the Grey River space before he practiced the sword technique for a long time.

Wu had already removed the things on the table, he was drinking tea, and when Zhou Fan disappeared, he put down the teacup.

"Caiyi body..." Wu lowered his head and muttered to himself, the emotions contained in his voice were very complicated.

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He leaned against the tree in a daze, and the dead wood behind him was flowing with colorful rays of light, and there was a similar light around him.

The bright and dazzling light made it take a long time for him to adjust after waking up.

There was mud all over his face, and when he wiped it with his hand, a layer of mud powder fell down.

His eyes looked bewildered.

He couldn't remember who he was, and he patted his head with his hand with an annoyed expression.

He looked up at the brightening sky in the aperture, the blue-grey sky.

He lowered his head again and looked around, he felt like he was in a fairyland.

He has read a lot of books, some of the fairyland described in the miscellaneous books are not as good as here, the gorgeous colors give him a kind of intimacy.

He reached out and touched the fine spores that were wriggling in the tree, and a stream of spores crawled up his hand, making a strange noise that only he could hear.

The colorful spores that should have felt disgusting also gave him a very kind feeling~www.readwn.com~ He frowned slightly and shook off the spores in his hands.

He stood up and walked slowly in the colorful dry forest. It was beautiful here, but he couldn't help but want to go outside.

He was covered in mud and walked slowly, and soon he saw many people covered in mud like him, who were walking out of the forest just like him.

He should have been delighted and went over to say hello, but he didn't, just walked out step by step firmly.

Those people also turned a blind eye to him.

He was a little puzzled, but he didn't think much about it, he saw the boundary of the aperture.

After a pause, he took a step forward without any obstruction, and easily crossed the aperture and went outside.

As if familiar scenes filled his field of vision, he seemed to have returned to the world from a fairyland.

Deep down in his heart, he confirmed this fact, which made him express his own joy.

He returned to the world.