It was completely white, and there was silence everywhere. There was a slight wave of air coming from the distance, which could not be seen or caught. Only the trousers were gently squirming around the ankles. Fanyin stood alone, and the chaos around her made her look uneasy.

Slowly squatting down, I used my hands to look for the direction from which the air wave was coming. However, this extremely light breath even made people wonder if it was an illusion.

Fanyin groped back and forth on the ground with her hands, trying to find the only information that could give her a sense and make her sure that she was a living creature. Sweat slowly seeped out from her forehead, her legs were already kneeling on the ground, and her chest was shaking violently.

He was breathing hard and ups and downs. The only air flow became weaker, and the empty scene almost made Fanyin suffocate.

"Dad! Dad! Dad!" Fanyin opened her eyes in horror, and the world was spinning. She couldn't feel where she was, her vision was so blurry, her head was about to explode, it hurt too much, but she couldn't let herself sleep.

She couldn't see clearly and couldn't open her eyes. She just felt like she was moving. What was going on?

"Mom, this child's injury is not serious, but he is extremely tired now. He needs to take a rest quickly." Fanyin seemed to see someone's lips and teeth moving, and he didn't know whether he was dreaming or awake.

"My poor child, take me to your room quickly." A woman looked like standing aside. Who was it?

Very lightly, Fanyin felt herself stop and was carefully placed on the bed. Someone helped her wipe her face. She said with difficulty,

"The Beitang family of Dongling Kingdom?"

"Yes, child, yes, you have arrived at Beitang's house in Dongling Country. Don't worry. You are safe now," the woman said.

"Are all my friends here?"

"Yes, everyone is here." The woman looked very gentle.

"Are you all there..." Fanyin opened his mouth and his mind went blank.

The woman was speechless and choked with sobs, "My child, you brought many people here safely. You can rest and stop talking." The woman cried.

Fanyin fainted and was no longer conscious. It felt like she had been sleeping for centuries and was very sore. Fanyin's brain was full of noise, shouting, chaos, and roaring. She wanted them to stop, all of them, but

Can't stop.

After a painful whimper, Fanyin opened her eyes again. She stared at everything in front of her, the high roof, the exquisite brick walls, the warm goose yellow color, it was rich but also simple, a very good house, very

A good place is not a tourist village, nor a home.

She looked at the roof, motionless, her mouth half open.

"Child? Are you awake?" A woman said softly next to her. Although her voice was low, she could not suppress her shock.

"Xiaoyin! Xiaoyin! Are you awake?" Yaya sat beside Fanyin's bed and shouted, "Dad! Dad! Xiaoyin is awake!"

"Xiaoyin!" Ya Qingshan hurriedly stood up from the chair, shook his body, froze, and rushed over. He sat there for three days and three nights, like a log, except for constantly feeding Fanyin with medicine and food.

Never said that either.

"Xiaoyin! Have you seen your uncle! Have you seen your uncle?" Ya Qingshan stood behind Yaya, hunched over, looking at Fanyin. At this glance, he was scared! He has been practicing medicine for many years, and he has seen a lot about life and death. Fanyin

Now it was just like wax paper, and the remnants were lifted up. Ya Qingshan suddenly turned his back, coughed sadly, and cried.

Yaya's thin little hands grasped her arm so tightly that it pinched Fanyin's arm green, but neither of them knew it. Fanyin's eyes were staring straight, motionless.

The door opened and someone came in.

"Brother, he seems to be awake." A little boy walked in quietly, followed by a person.

"Keep your voice down!" The woman suddenly stopped her, her whole body tense, even though the little boy's voice was already very quiet.

"I'm sorry, auntie," the little boy was very well-behaved, his round eyes were lively and he walked over slowly, "Is this little brother awake?" Before he finished speaking, the little boy suddenly realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.

He quickly shut up and looked at the person following him in a panic, "Brother?" The little boy looked at Bei Ming behind him with a puzzled face and asked.

Bei Ming was also startled, stunned at the moment.

A sweet and lovely face appeared in front of everyone. It was clear and clear without the previous blood stains and filth. Although the face was haggard, it was not difficult to tell that she was a clear little girl, but there was a heroic spirit in the clear outline. Beiming

He quickly grabbed his brother and stepped back.

"Where did that little boy come from? You two are fools!" the woman said softly, with a layer of embarrassment on her gentle face. She glanced at her son complainingly, and Beiming lowered his head apologetically. He had made a mistake.

.

Bei Ming once again raised his head and looked at Fanyin who was lying on his bed. That day, he carried her back, fearing that she would be seriously injured and tear the wound, and she would not be able to withstand the bumps and fatigue, so he walked and rested for four days and nights.

He only knew that the child on his back was scarred and covered in dust, but his spiritual skills were very good and definitely not ordinary. He actually subconsciously misjudged that the person he was saving was a boy, completely forgetting that his parents often mentioned that the fifth uncle's family had a child.

a daughter.

The woman turned around again and whispered in Fanyin's ear: "Xiaoyin, would you like to drink some water?" She looked at Fanyin's half-open mouth, breathing heavily, her lips bursting with laughter, and she couldn't help it.

Tears fell again.

Bei Ming walked slowly to his mother and gently stroked her back with his hands. She also sat here without moving for three days and three nights, except crying and watching the Sanskrit music.

Fanyin's eyes suddenly turned.

"Hi," Bei Ming said softly, "can you see me?"

Fanyin's eyes moved again, but there was no response.

Thump thump thump, there were heavy and rapid steps in the corridor, and the door was suddenly opened.

"Where's the child?" A deep and powerful voice rushed in.

"Here." the woman said.

A powerful, middle-aged man in military uniform strode to the Fanyin bed with red eyes, stubble on his face, and bruised veins from his fists. He was none other than Beitang Muren.

"Child!" Beitang Muren shouted urgently without any warmth!

Fanyin's eyes suddenly moved twice, his stiff eyelids flickered, he looked at Beitang Muren dully, and said in a hoarse voice,

"Beitang Muren..." Her voice was as dry as loess burned by the scorching sun, stuck in her throat, "Uncle..."

"It's me! It's me!" Muren, a seven-foot strong man from the Northern Tang Dynasty, burst into tears instantly when he heard this sentence! "Sanskrit, it's uncle!"

"My father...is gone..." Fanyin opened and closed his mouth and said numbly.

Everyone was stunned, who knew that the child's first sentence was so cruel. Beitang Muren was heartbroken, and when he was about to speak, Fanyin spoke again, "Before he left, he asked me to find you... I... found you..."

"Fifth Xiaoyao, what role do I play you, but you are also vulnerable!"

"Why did you, the Lord of Spiritual Charms, come to me? And you destroyed my tourist village!"

"Try it again with you."

"Your target is Dongling?"

"Beitang... I don't know which one is better with you."

"Fifth Xiaoyao, what role do I play you, but you are also vulnerable!"

"Why did you, the Lord of Spiritual Charms, come to me? And you destroyed my tourist village!"

"Try it again with you."

"Your target is Dongling?"

"Beitang... I don't know which one is better with you."

"Fifth Xiaoyao, what role do I play you, but you are also vulnerable!"

"Why did you, the Lord of Spiritual Charms, come to me? And you destroyed my tourist village!"

"Try it again with you."

"Your target is Dongling?"

"Beitang... I don't know which one is better with you."

The Sanskrit sound continued, and he kept repeating these five sentences, his eyes were empty, as if he didn't intend to stop.

"My child!" Beitang Muren threw himself beside Fanyin's bed, hugged her head with his arms, and cried!
Chapter completed!