The land of Baiyue.

Inside that nameless valley.

The old white ape who looked up at the sky and carefully observed for a long time finally came to his senses.

Until this time.

It remembered the abnormality of the little girl beside him just now, and couldn't help but turn her head to look at Li Yunmeng, and asked with concern: "Girl, did the thunder scare you just now?"

"Don't be afraid, Grandpa Bai Ape is here."

The old white ape stretched out a thick furry arm and took the little girl into her arms.

Gently pat her back.

"Woooooooooooooooo...!"

The little girl Li Yunmeng suddenly pouted and cried.

The thunder just now really scared her, and it actually gave her a great horror of death. Her young little heart was beating violently without any effort.

Come back to your senses now.

The more she cried, the more she became sad, and the more she cried, the more she became scared.

Her little tender body lay in the arms of the old white ape, crying in tears and bursting into tears.

The fog is hazy in the big, watery eyes.

"Bai... Grandpa Bai Ape, I'm afraid..."

"Just now, I was like... going to die, so terrible, woooooo..."

"It's okay now. With Grandpa Bai Ape here, you won't be okay." The old white ape hugged the little girl in his arms, gently caring and comforting her.

But I've already made sure in my heart.

The mysterious thunder just now is really related to the Jiuli tribe, and the little girl in her arms is not a pure human tribe.

She is a mixed descendant of the human race and the Jiuli race.

Just when the little girl Li Yunmeng was frightened and crying sadly.

The yellow-brown dry bamboo pole she put aside began to emit a slightly emerald green fluorescence, the light was bright and dying, extremely gorgeous.

at the same time.

A unique wave spread slightly from the inside of the bamboo pole.

The little girl who was afraid of crying subconsciously stopped for a moment, turned her head slightly, and instinctively looked at the location of the bamboo pole.

Although her eyes could not see anything.

But she could sense the fluctuations of everything. Through the fluctuations, she keenly sensed the spirit inside the bamboo pole and comforted her.

"Woooooooooooooooo...!"

She sobbed a few times subconsciously.

Then he stretched out a white and tender little hand, picked up the bamboo pole, carefully held it in his arms, and then continued to curl up in the arms of the old white ape.

Tears are hazy and instinctively enjoying attachment and care.

"Be good at Yunmeng, Grandpa Baiyuan makes delicious food for you tonight..." The old white ape comforted Li Yunmeng softly and stretched out an aging and hairy claw finger.

Gently wipe off the tears from the little girl's pink and pretty face.

"I eat delicious food, I won't cry..." The little girl sobbed instinctively, while acting coquettishly, and the panic in her heart gradually calmed down.

Tears are still filled with tears in the big eyes.

The old white ape stretched out his claws, took a new bamboo tube, and then scooped the fresh fish soup that had just been cooked.

Hand the delicious food to the little girl in her arms.

"The soup is almost done, it's ready to eat."

"Girl, try it..."

Li Yunmeng put the bamboo pole in his arms, stretched out his two small hands, and picked up the bamboo tube.

While sobbing and crying, he sipped fresh fish soup in small sips.

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...

The group walked down the hill and came down below.

Si Yuan once again used his divine thoughts to straighten the weeds that everyone had trampled and squeezed, so that they could return to their original position, and there was no trace of anyone passing by.

He does not hope that these traces may cause his parents to be disturbed.

Everything is as usual, just be natural.

Come to the edge of the carriage.

Yan Lingji, who was following behind, hesitated for a moment, opened her red lips and reported to Si Yuan: "Master, I want to go home and have a look."

"I would like to pay my respects to my parents and brother seriously, but I wonder if the master can agree?"

"What's wrong with it?" Si Yuan turned his head slightly, looked at Yan Lingji behind him, and ordered: "Next, you will lead the way yourself."

"Let's go there together."

After saying that, Si Yuan got on the carriage and got into the inside of the carriage.

On the ground, Yan Lingji showed surprise on her face, and she took the initiative to salute and thanked the carriage again.

"Thank you, Master!"

Then, she grabbed Jiang Yudie and quickly took her to the second carriage in a nearly flying posture.

And she told her to stay in there.

She temporarily replaced the coachman and drove the carriage herself, drove the carriage to the first position, turned the direction, and left the place.

Go straight to her longing home.

Without Si Yuan's instructions, the remaining carriages and guards changed their direction by themselves and followed closely towards Yan Lingji's departure.

The group galloped in the wind and rain, and soon disappeared inside the continuous rain curtain.

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...

About three hours later.

Si Yuan and his group appeared in a barren mountain and ridge area.

Yan Lingji got off the carriage and stood alone in the heavy rain, looking at the primitive wild forest ahead, crying sadly and crying in pain.

Her home had already died in the fire of that war more than ten years ago.

With it, her parents and younger brother were also gone.

More than ten years have changed.

This slaughtered Baiyue tribe has become a passing cloud and a past history.

Even the former tribe's location is now completely reduced to a wild forest where almost no traces of human life are seen.

Many wild animals hide among the branches and in the holes...

Curiously observing Yan Lingji standing in the rain.

"Dad, mom..."

Yan Lingji cried and burst into tears, and murmured softly.

Tears of grief and longing slid down her delicate cheeks, mixed with the rain, wet her red dress.

But in my mind, I unconsciously recalled the warm scenes that were once.

And the tender words of that well-behaved young boy.

"Sister, this is a toy you made for me with your own hands. I like it the most..."

It was just a simple, rough, ugly coarse doll.

So simple that there is not even a personal figure.

But in her younger brother's eyes, it was the best toy in the world, and he took great care of it. Even when he went to bed at night, he couldn't bear to let go.

"War is always full of pain."

"Both you and me are one of the victims."

"And the emergence of war comes from the desires of the rulers themselves."

The voice that belonged to Si Yuan came from behind.

"Master..." Yan Lingji's eyes were dim and she cried sadly. She raised her head and looked at the burly figure walking past her.

But he raised his right hand and looked forward.

The mud ground, which had long been full of weeds and vines, suddenly began to split. After a while, an ugly doll covered in mud floated out of it.

It fell on the palm of Si Yuan's right hand.

But strangely, more than ten years have passed, and the coarse doll has not rotted.
Chapter completed!