Panguan

The bird was standing on his hand when he heard it, and he moved his thumb when he heard this, and unconsciously clenched the bird's claws.

The golden-winged roc rolled his eyes straight, and turned his head to look at his puppet master with difficulty.

As a result, the puppet master didn't behave like a human being, and added: "This is definitely not calculated by Bu Ning. If you specialize in hexagrams and calculate such a result, then you should be punished."

"But if someone who has never learned hexagrams can show such a result, then he is very smart." Chen Dao pretended to think for a while, then bent his eyes and said: "Such smart, probably because he learned puppet arts. "

When I heard it: "..."

He was a little annoyed by being exposed, and his tone was cold and hard: "I'm very boring and messing around."

Chen Bu boasted: "That's even smarter."

When I heard it: "..."

The golden-winged roc let out an "ow" and flapped its wings. Seeing that the snowman was about to make a move, Chen Bubu spoke again——

Tea is being cooked in the room, and light mist curls out from the spout. His eyes fell on Wen Shi through the water mist, and he said: "I stayed in one place for a while, but it's not Cenzhou, it's another place. There are also mountains and waters, and the wind and the air are inclusive." Wan Qian, full of aura, a bit like our Songyun Mountain."

When I heard it, I thought he would explain in detail where it was, but I saw that he was silent for a while, and stopped talking. He patted the empty space around him and said, "Don't freeze, come and drink tea."

At that time, Wen Shi believed him unconditionally, and felt that what he said or did not say had his reasons. Will not rashly get to the bottom of it.

Besides, I was teased for a long time at that time, and I didn't bother to get to the bottom of it.

So he said "don't drink" and walked away coldly with the bird. Before he left, he hooked the puppet thread on his finger and sealed the stove where the tea was cooked in a vengeful manner.

...

The past flashed through his mind quickly, and he opened his mouth when he heard it: "Cenzhou?"

Hearing these two words, Xie Wen smiled vaguely. He obviously remembered those fragments too, saying: "I just remember where you calculated it randomly."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment. He didn't know what to think of, and his voice was much gentler: "I seem to have forgotten to tell you at that time. I once thought that when the time is right, I will take you to see it."

When she heard it, she turned her head: "... What are you looking at?"

After a thousand years, he finally remembered the question he had been interrupted. He wanted to know why the man in front of him stayed in that col, and wanted to know what was there.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a faint female voice sounded in the whole wilderness, if there was nothing there, caught in the wind, passing through the tall thatch.

The voice was whimpering, without content. At first glance, it sounded like a woman was crying.

When he heard it, his expression froze, and he looked around. That indistinguishable crying sound is always around, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, it can't be heard.

Just as he was moving his steps, trying to clarify his direction, he suddenly noticed a problem——

His footsteps have obviously stopped, but the rustling sound of the soles of the shoes rolling over the sand, gravel, mud and grass is still going on...

right behind.

When I heard it, I suddenly turned around and saw a woman's pale face.

But anyone who is timid standing here, such as Xia Qiao, probably has fainted by now. When he heard it, he just took a breath, frowned and said, "It's you?"

The pale woman was not some strange ghost, but Zhang Biling.

Zhang Biling's expression was both tense and cautious. After scanning Wen Shi and Xie Wen carefully back and forth, he let out a long breath and said, "It's really you..."

This exclamation was subconscious. After sighing, she realized who the two people were in front of her. She blushed and became embarrassed.

After this wave, she should have been stimulated the most - the sick child who has been in contact with all the time has become the patriarch that no one dares to mention, and the young junior who has been in the cage and uncaged together is the patriarch of puppetry. His own son, Zhou Xu, is actually Bu Ning.

Anyone would have collapsed, but Zhang Biling barely held on.

Maybe it's because she once made friends with Xie Wen's mother, Zhang Wan, and she had some premonition somewhere.

"I... I didn't realize that I was in the cage before, and I was not prepared when I met two groups of 'dummy', and I was almost deceived." Zhang Biling took a deep breath and explained her reaction.

It could be seen that she was trying to stay calm, but her voice was still tense and trembling.

"Where did you come from?" Wen Shi asked.

"I haven't moved in the woods." Zhang Biling pointed to the old trees next to each other, "I just came out to take a look when I heard you coming over."

"By the way, the one who entered the cage with me is your younger brother—" Zhang Biling stopped talking, because she suddenly remembered that the rumored ancestor of puppetry, Wen Shi, didn't have any younger brothers.

She was worried about how to change her words, when she heard it, she had already answered, "Xia Qiao?"

"Yes." Zhang Biling pushed aside the staggered branches of the old tree and said, "He's right there, but he's in a strange state. I can't wake him up, and it's not easy to leave him here and go away by himself. We can only stay together first." Stay here and wait."

"Wake up?"

Wen Shi and Xie Wen looked at each other, then strode over there.

Passing a few bushes, they saw a thin figure kneeling in the forest, with his back to them, his head bowed, motionless.

The white T-shirt looked too loose on him, and it was slightly shaken by the wind, like a piece of square cloth hanging from a tree branch.