Looking up at the sky, observing the old white apes who have been carefully observed for a long time, finally returned to God.
Until this time.
It only remembered the abnormality of the little girl next to him, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Li Yunmeng, worried about concern and asked: "Girl, is the thunder scared you just now?"
"Don't be afraid, Grandpa White Ape is here."
The old white ape stretched out a furry thick arm and took the little girl into her arms.
Gently pat the back of her.
"Woohoo ...!"
The little girl Li Yunmeng suddenly cried.
The thunderous thunder just now scared her, and gave her a great terror that was about to die.
I have returned to God at this moment.
The more she cried, the more sad, the more they cried, the more scared.
The young and tender body, lying in the arms of the old white ape, crying in the cry, tears were full of tears.
The fog and haze in the watery cave's big eyes.
"White ... Grandpa White Ape, I'm scared ...!"
"Just now, I'm like ... I'm going to die, it's terrible, oh ..."
"It's okay, Grandpa White Ape is here, you will not have anything to do." The old white ape held the little girl in her arms, gently care and comfort.
I have been determined in my heart.
The mysterious thunder just now is really related to the Jiuli tribe. The little girl in her arms is not a pure human race.
She is a mixed descendant of the human race and the Jiuli nationality.
Just when the little girl Li Yunmeng was frightened and scared, crying sadly.
The yellow -brown dried bamboo rod she put on the side began to slightly emit the emerald green fluorescent.
at the same time.
A unique fluctuation spread slightly from the inside of the bamboo rod.
The little girl who was afraid of crying stopped subconsciously, turned his head slightly, and instinctively looked at the position where the bamboo pole was located.
Although her eyes could not see anything.
But she could perceive the fluctuations of everything. Through fluctuations, she keenly noticed the spirit inside the bamboo rod and comforted her.
"Woohoo ...!"
She sobbed a few times.
Then stretched out a white and tender hand, picked up the bamboo pole, hugged it in his arms, and then continued to curl up in the arms of the old white ape.
Tears are hazy and instinct to enjoy attachment and care.
"Yun Meng is good, Grandpa White Ape at night will give you good food ..." The old white ape softly comforted Li Yunmeng, stretched out a finger of aging and hairy claws.
Wipe off the tender tender face of the little girl's tender face gently.
"I eat delicious, I don't cry ...!" The little girl sobbing at instinct, while she whispered, panicked in my heart, and gradually calmed down.
In the big eyes of tears, tears are still filled with tears.
The old white ape stretched out the paws, took a new bamboo tube, and then scooped the fresh fish soup that was boiled just now.
Pour the delicious and delicious food to the little girl in her arms.
"The soup is almost the same, you can eat it."
"Girl quickly tasted ..."
Li Yunmeng put the bamboo rod in his arms, stretched out two small hands, and hugged the bamboo tube.
While sobbing and crying, drinking fresh fish soup while sobbing.
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Nympho
A group of people walked down the mountainside and came to the bottom.
The Yuan Yuan used the divine thoughts again, re -righteous the grass that the crowd squeezed and squeezed, so that it returned to the place, and could not see the traces of someone walking.
He does not want to disturb his father and mother because of these traces.
Everything is as usual, naturally.
Come to the edge of the carriage.
Following the rear, Yan Ling Ji hesitated, or opened his red lips and reported to Yuan Yuan: "Master, the slave family wants to go home and see it."
"Seriously worshiped my mother and mother and brother, I wonder if the owner can answer it?"
"Nothing at this time, what is it necessary?" “Yuan turned his head slightly, looked at the Yan Lingji behind him, and instructed:" Next, you will get the way yourself. "
"Let's pass together."
After speaking, the Yuan Yuan got into the carriage directly and got into the carriage.
On the ground, Yan Lingji showed a surprise on his face, and again thanked the carriage again.
"Thank you!"
Later, she grabbed Jiang Yu Die and quickly took her to the second carriage in a near -flight attitude.
And told her to stay inside obediently.
She temporarily replaced the car husband, drove the carriage herself, drove the carriage to the first place, transferred the direction, and left here.
Go straight to the home where she is thinking.
No need to order the Yuanyuan, the remaining carriage and guard, turn around, follow the direction of Yan Lingji tightly.
The group galloped in the wind and rain, and soon disappeared inside the rainy curtain.
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About three hours later.
The group of people appeared in a deserted mountain ridge area.
Yan Lingji got out of the carriage and stood in the heavy rain alone, looking at the original desert forest in front, shed tears, crying in pain.
Her home has long been more than ten years ago in that war in that war.
Disappearing with this, and her father, mother and brother.
More than ten years of change.
Make this Baiyue tribe that was slaughtered has become a cloud of smoke, and it has become a history.
Even the place where the former tribe is located, nowadays, it is completely reduced to a wild forest that almost no human life traces can be seen.
Many wild animals are hiding in the branches, in the tree hole, ...
Curious observation of the Flame Lingji standing in the rain.
"Dad, mother ...!"
Yan Lingji cried and shed tears, and whispered softly in her mouth.
The tears of sorrow and thoughts fell down along the delicate cheeks, mixed with the rain, and wet the red dress on her body.
In my mind, I unconsciously recall the warm scene of the scene of the scene.
And the immature discourse of the well -behaved younger brother.
"Sister, this is the toy you made for me, I like the most ..."
It was just a simple and rough ugly rough doll.
There is no personal form.
But in the eyes of her brother, it was the best toy in the world, and he was extremely cherished. Even when he was sleeping at night, he was reluctant to let go.
"War is always full of pain."
"Whether you, or me, are one of the victims."
"The emergence of war stems from the desire of the rulers."
The voice belonging to the Yuan Yuan came from behind.
"Master ...!" Yan Ling Ji was crying and crying sadly. She raised her head and looked at the burly figure she had walked from her.
But he saw him raised his right hand and leaned forward.
It has already been full of soil ground with deserted grass and tree vines, and suddenly began to split. After a while, a ugly cloth doll covered with mud floating out of it.
Falling in the palm of the right hand in Yuanyuan.
But weird is that for more than ten years, the thick cloth doll has not rot.