The wood's mind spread thousands of meters, covering the entire Dongwan Village, and naturally saw everything that happened at Sun Chunhuai's house.
He quietly appeared next to Hu Zi, and with a big move, he held the little guy in his arms.
In less than two seconds, the figure disappeared.
"Mu..." Wang Xinyi shouted with tears in his eyes.
Before a word could escape their lips, a voice said in the ears of father and daughter: "Go home."
Wang Xinyi subconsciously looked at the empty wooden bed. The scene just now was not an illusion?
The gate of Wang's small courtyard is closed.
In the wooden room, tiger wolves were floating in the air.
The young man who lost his memory was separated from the void by layers of purple light.
It is obviously an extremely simple utility room, but it gives people the illusion of being noble and extraordinary.
The majestic spiritual power surged like a dragon, pouring forcefully from Huzi's head, and then permeated the whole body at a delicate and gentle speed.
Luo Wanli, who was responsible for protecting Mu Mu from being disturbed by outsiders, said with shock in his eyes: "Oh my God, this, is this the Ziwei Nirvana Technique?"
"Kunlun disciple, Ling Yatou's future husband, where did he secretly learn the secret techniques of various veins?"
"The Tao sect's art of purifying the mind cannot be learned without a master."
"The same goes for Ziwei Nirvana Technique."
"Hey, dear, the waves from behind in the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front are smashed on the beach, so at least there is some thin surface left."
"It would be better for you to just slap Qian Lang to death, and it will evaporate into water vapor on the spot, leaving no bones or residue behind."
"boom."
The spiritual power is released and the purple light becomes more abundant.
Huzi's mouth kept spitting out black lines of blood, and his body was crystal clear and as bright as a gem.
"Soul Soul."
With the last finger, the wooden point was in the center of Huzi's life palace.
"Uh-huh."
The purple light converged, and the spiritual power fluctuations rolled around.
Huzi, who was in a coma, opened his eyes drowsily, yawned and said: "Mu, Mu Mu, why am I in your room?"
"Did I fall asleep?"
"Well, I'm so hungry."
The young man who was crossing his legs and adjusting his breath smiled and said: "Go and eat when you are hungry. Remember, don't go to Sai Wan Village in the future."
"Just because I can save you once doesn't mean I will have such good luck next time."
Huzi slapped his forehead and shouted, "I remember, I went to my uncle's house this afternoon and met Guo Erpang in Xiwan Village."
"That guy just happened to be walking around the village with a big yellow dog, and he let the dog bite me."
"I was so scared that I ran away and hid in a broken house."
Luo Wanli said speechlessly: "What then?"
Huzi pursed his lips and recalled: "Then the wall moved and yellow mud fell down."
"After that, I can't remember it clearly."
Luo Wanli opened the door and shouted outside: "That's it."
Wang Changhou and his daughter rushed over. Seeing the lively tiger cub, the family of three burst into tears.
To be precise, it was Wang Changhou and Wang Xinyi who were crying.
He was so excited that he cried with joy and his words were incoherent.
Huzi didn't cry, he was so frightened that he cried.
Because this was the first time he saw his father cry.
In the past, his most angry Wang Changhou had red eyes and beat him with a bamboo stick.
But today, in this battle, he felt that he could not escape.
Even if you don't die, you will lose some skin.
When he thought about being beaten later, Huzi's tears fell down.
