Yuan Wanhe opened one eye and felt the solid hardness of the ground. He couldn't believe that he was actually alive.
"Aren't we in hell?"
"Sect Leader Yuan!" Zhou Yuan broke off a branch and handed it to his nose: "This is the fragrance of elm trees, can you smell it?"
"Let me try it!" Yuan Wanhe took a bite without hesitation, and a sweet juice flowed into his heart. He instantly understood that he was not dead: "How did you do that?"
"It depends on this!" Zhou Yuan took off the black cloud mud from his feet and handed it directly to Yuan Wanhe: "He can take me to heaven and earth."
Yuan Wanhe immediately put it in his pocket: "This treasure already belongs to me. You are so young, you shouldn't care about me."
"I want to give it to you too!" Zhou Yuan said with some arrogance: "But Heiyun Ni is only destined to me, and he doesn't recognize anyone else."
After saying that, he gently stretched out his hand.
The black cloud mud returned to his hand. Yuan Wanhe quickly touched his pocket and found that it was empty, and he felt very aggrieved.
"Why are good things not destined for me?"
"That's because you haven't met him yet." Zhou Yuan patted his shoulder and said lightly.
The two immediately walked toward the flames.
At this time, the fire was still burning very strongly, with no sign of extinguishing at all, and someone was shaking beside it.
Zhou Yuan immediately hid himself.
After observing the man carefully, he realized that he was putting out the fire and seemed to be putting it out with water. Unfortunately, he poured the water in and only fanned the flames.
"Mad!" the man yelled, "Who is so wicked? He burned down my home in the middle of the night. I will fight him to the death."
Yuan Wanhe looked solemn.
Before Zhou Yuan could speak, he immediately jumped out of his hiding place and replied: "This is the territory of my Baiyun Sect!"
"..." When the man saw Yuan Wanhe, he turned around and ran away as if he had seen a ghost, looking unwilling to meet him.
Zhou Yuan had already stood in front of him: "Stop! You can't run away. You must have made the gunpowder, right?"
"Haha!" Wu Feiyu said with a smile: "I have this little hobby and you discovered it again. Please give way quickly. I don't want to argue with this old man."
"You'd better not run!" Yuan Wanhe jumped up in anger: "You almost killed me just now, do you still have any conscience?"
conscience?
Wu Feiyu's face immediately darkened, and he looked back at Yuan Wanhe: "You should touch your conscience and ask, in order to save the Baiyun Sect, you deceived my mother's feelings and made her die of grief and anger!"
Zhou Yuan was a little confused.
Their conversation seemed very intense, and they looked like relatives, but their emotions were full of hostility, and they didn't have the same last name. What was going on?
"you?"
"He is my cheap daddy!" Wu Feiyu immediately returned to his carefree look, as if he didn't take anything seriously.
Zhou Yuan looked at Yuan Wanhe.
Yuan Wanhe nodded heavily, with a wry smile on his lips: "He is Jiu'er's brother, my eldest son. He has a lot of resentment towards me because of a misunderstanding!"
"Fart!" Wu Feiyu immediately yelled: "I saw you kill my mother with my own eyes. Is this all an illusion?"