In the quiet night, a faint sound of digging could be heard faintly.
The sound waves are as thin as gossamer, echoing faintly in the empty mountains...
It seems to be spreading from the bottom of the mountain very far away!
People with very strong ears like Feng Yelin should also listen carefully.
Feng Yelin walked towards the river at the foot of the mountain.
When I came to the lower reaches of the river, I stood on the edge of the river and leaned over to pick up a handful of river sand.
The river water in my hand is like a handful of colored light pouring down from the fingers...
In the blink of an eye, there was only a small amount of fine sand with slightly larger particles left in the palm of my hand.
Under the silver moonlight, it is clearly visible that the gravel is mixed with little emerald green and golden impurities.
Observing that the sand was unusual, Feng Yelin's eyes became more and more intense.
"Brother?!"
Hutou followed him to the river and saw him looking thoughtfully at the river sand in his hand, wondering what had happened.
"How did you meet Enchantment?"
Young Master Ye's sudden question made Hutou slightly stunned;
I don't understand why he suddenly mentioned this issue.
However, Hu Tou did not hide anything and said truthfully:
"It was Sister Enchanting who happened to pass by me back then. Seeing how pitiful I was, she kindly helped me bury my parents and fellow villagers, and even placed me in a stone quarry to take care of me."
"Otherwise, I really don't know if I would be alive until now!!"
Hearing that his words were full of gratitude to Chu Yaorao, Feng Yelin said nothing.
He stood up and threw the fine sand in his hands into the river.
Turning around, he said calmly to Hu Tou:
"go back!"
Although Hu Tou is young, his eyesight is not bad.
In the past three years in the stone field, I have not made any progress in anything else, but I have become very good at observing words and emotions.
Observing Young Master Ye's fleeting dignity, Hu Tou was not displeased with his concealment.
On the contrary, he nodded sensibly and followed him back to the quarry.
Now Hutou has no prejudice against Feng Yelin.
They are neither relatives nor friends, but he is willing to bear hatred for himself.
This righteous responsibility alone is enough to make people admire and admire.
So, no matter who he has killed!
Even Hutou is willing to believe that he is a good person!
And the things he doesn't want to say must also have his secrets.