The hurricane roared, and the green wind was like a sharp knife, cutting off the young grass by its roots, and the soil was also swept high into the sky. Many smaller animals were blown into the sky, and fell to death on the ground in the panic struggle.

boom!

An animal that looked like a deer smashed in front of the carriage, with blood flowing from its mouth, and it was thrown to death on the spot.

"Wow~ This is a gift from God."

Shen Bai's voice came from the carriage, and a golden flame flicked onto the deer and began to roast slowly on a low fire.

"Sister Mao'er, let's eat venison tonight."

"No salt, no dipping sauce, just eat it dry?"

"Eat while you look at me." Shen Bai pointed at his face and smiled:

"I'm pretty and delicious."

"Ha... you are becoming more and more shameless, my dear."

In the terrible hurricane, the carriage remained stable, and the two of them laughed and laughed in the brocade cloth, not taking this natural disaster seriously.

However, Chen Bai still felt a little headache. Today was his second day out of Yong City. The sun was shining brightly on that day, but at night, the iconic hurricane of Qingtian Territory suddenly blew up. There was no warning, and it was calm a second ago. , the next moment the thick old tree was uprooted and blown into the sky.

The environment in the old land is changeable and weird, sometimes even the moon and the sun are convulsed, but the Federation is much more stable.

Although Shen Bai is not afraid of hurricanes, he is also worried that his trip will be delayed, he will not be able to find Mutuo in advance, and he will not be able to eat melons.

The low-class Manu, relying on his great military exploits to marry the legitimate daughter of the royal family, is very touching just hearing about it.

"Sister Mao'er, let's leave now." Shen Bai stretched out his hand outside the scarf and felt the force of the blow on his skin:

"Compared with last night, the wind has become much lighter. I guess it will stop soon. Let's set off."

"Hey, why don't you wait for the venison? I still want to eat it beautifully."

"No, no, it doesn't have any condiments and it doesn't taste interesting."

Shen Bai shook the reins, and the horse neighed and ran in the hurricane.

As he expected, the green wind was gradually weakening as time passed. When the sun dropped to the west, the remaining wind was only powerful enough to bend the small trees.

The horses are treading their hooves happily. They are the products of Sister Mao'er's inspiration. They are spiritual. Although they are not afraid of strong winds, they also like the calm days.

With Shen Bai's connivance, the horse pulled the cart and went to find a place to spend the night.

Not long after, the carriage stopped amid a whistling sound, and Shen Bai and Sister Maoer got off and looked ahead.

At this time, the sky was already dark. On the hilltop covered with withered grass in front, a small mountain temple stood there. There was an orange-red fire coming from inside. It was obvious that aberrations were resting in the mountain temple.

Sister Mao'er yawned, took out a bamboo hat out of thin air and put it on her head. The white gauze fell down, firmly covering her beautiful face.

"My dear, there are many bastards in the world. In order to avoid causing trouble, I will cover my face from now on. You can make the decision in everything."

"Sister Mao'er... why are you talking so smoothly now? But that's okay, how should I call you outside?"

"aunt."

"Clam?"

"Hehe, you're just kidding, call me Senior Sister."

"good……"

Shen Bai nodded, untied the reins, and let the intelligent horse find food on its own, while he and Sister Mao'er walked into the mountain temple.

The golden flame flashed imperceptibly in Shen Bai's eyes, and in an instant, everyone in the temple was caught in his eyes.

The people inside were sitting in three seats, and they were obviously not from the same place.

Staying on the haystack closest to the entrance of the mountain temple was a pair of grandfather and grandson in ragged clothes. The old man had white hair and was wiping the mouth of his fat grandson.

Sitting around the pillars were a group of uniformly dressed warriors in black. They were the largest group, fifteen in total, both men and women. They all covered their faces with black scarves. No one spoke, they only quietly adjusted their breathing.

Sitting under the statue of the mountain god is a white-faced scholar. He is reading with relish and enjoying himself by the remaining light of the bonfire in front of him.

Shen Bai cupped his fists and said loudly:

"It's windy outside. My senior sister and I passed by this place and caused a disturbance all night. I hope you can forgive me."

He randomly found a corner and sat down. Sister Mao'er stayed behind him, as if she was a mute who couldn't speak.

The old man in shabby clothes smiled softly at him. The masked warrior in black who had the largest number did not react at all, but the white-faced scholar responded:

"Little brother, there is no owner of the mountain temple. It is fate to meet by chance. Why bother to talk about it?"

Shen Bai nodded with a smile, leaned against Sister Mao'er, and faced these three groups of people.

Although the strong wind outside has weakened a lot, the lingering wind is still howling, making a whining sound when it hits the stone cracks and tiles, like a crow crying in the night.

In the mountain temple, there is a fire burning in front of each group of people, and the orange-red fire is warm and bright. But strangely, the temple is extremely quiet, without any greetings. The only sound is the pair of uncle and grandson in ragged clothes. The old man comes from time to time. He made weird noises to tease his grandson, and the fat baby giggled happily.

Shen Bai looked around and found that there were no insects, rats, mosquitoes or flies, and secretly thought that he might not be able to sleep tonight.

These tenacious little animals are born with keen intuition. Even if they are blown away by strong winds, they are unwilling to set foot in the mountain temple, which explains a lot of problems.

"Good grandson, good grandson, you have to eat well..." The old man in shabby clothes took out a rattle, as if he wanted to tease his good grandson, but as soon as he took it out, he was stopped by a cold voice:

"If you dare to shake it, you and that freak of yours will die."

The speaker was one of the masked warriors in black. He was tall and tall, and his arms were thicker and stronger than the average person's thighs.

"Master, don't blame me." The old man bent down again and again and begged:

"My grandson loves to make trouble, and he has suffered from a strange disease since he was a child. He is tireless and has to listen to me playing the rattle before he can fall asleep. Please be kind!"

"I said, if you dare to shake it, you will die."

The masked man in black was not annoyed at all when his identity was revealed. However, after he finished speaking, the warriors sitting around him on the ground stared at the old man coldly, with violent killing intent rippling in the air.

The old man wailed and turned to the white-faced scholar and Shen Bai for help:

"Ouch, where is God? The military gangsters are so arrogant that they bully us and they are helpless. Two young brothers, this chivalrous woman..."

The white-faced scholar remained unmoved and continued to read with gusto.

Shen Bai said casually:

"Old man, your strength is more than enough to kill a chicken."

"The world is getting worse, the world is getting worse..."

The old man sighed and tightened his fingers on the rattle.

His chubby grandson looked at the rattle in the old man's hand with his fingers in his mouth, his head stiff, and there seemed to be nothing else in his eyes.

The depths of Shen Bai's eyes had turned golden. He stared at the old man and the fat child, not daring to be distracted for a moment. The scholar turned the pages of the book faster and faster, and the murderous intent of the group of black-clothed and masked men was almost overwhelming. Tear this little temple apart.

Only one straw is left to ignite this tense powder keg.

However, at this moment, outside the mountain temple, the girl's innocent voice came:
Chapter completed!