More than ten years ago, there was a tourist village near Dongling Kingdom on Mitian Continent.

In the crisp autumn weather, there is a little girl lying on the white pebbles next to a stream in the woods. She is wearing a loose white top and gray hemp trousers. She has a childish face hidden under her messy short black hair, with a straight nose and thin lips.

There is a beautiful groove in the center of the chin, which reveals a bit of heroism.

The birds in the forest kept chirping, but the girl closed her eyes and turned a deaf ear. The breeze blew on her face, and birds flew into the sky in flocks. Suddenly, the girl opened her eyes and looked into the distance, her lips moving slightly:

"one two three four……"

Bang, a pebble was thrown from the other side of the stream and landed next to the little girl. The girl said:

"I'm not going over. You can go and play by yourselves. Don't hurt the red luan. I saw four red luan among the birds. You must not hunt the birds today." After that, the girl closed her eyes again.

, I can’t tell whether I’m sleeping or awake.

The children on the other side obviously listened to the little girl's words. A few days ago, everyone accidentally heard that the red luan spirit beast came to live in this forest. They all wanted to see what this ancient spirit beast looked like, and they were very excited.

However, the Red Luan is alert and alert by nature. When young, it is often mixed in with other birds. It is the most inconspicuous stage of its appearance. It looks like a sparrow, with brown and gray feathers. There is only a small bunch of dark red feathers on the top of its head. It is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish it.

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"It's all my fault for the talkative guy Lei Luo! If I had known, I wouldn't have told him." The girl complained in her heart.

The children ran into the woods in a hurry, and the girl was left alone by the stream.

"Uh... um... are you Sanskrit?" A timid voice came from a few meters behind the girl. The speaker was also a little girl, who looked about five or six years old. Her round white face was flushed.

She was red, and her big watery eyes looked a little overwhelmed. The corners of her eyes were slightly downward, and she looked a little aggrieved and cute. It was obvious that she took the initiative to speak, which made her use up all her strength.

No one answered.

The little girl took a few steps forward, getting closer to the little girl lying down, almost reaching her side.

"Hello...are you Fanyin?" This time the voice was softer, still a little scared and nervous.

"Who are you?" The girl opened her eyes and looked at the strange face next to her, and said lazily.

"My name is Ya Ya. I just moved to this town. My father is cleaning up the new house and I have no place to go. The uncle next door asked me to come to the creek to find children to play with. He said that I can find a child named Fifth Sanskrit.

little girl."

"I am."

Their eyes met and they didn't know what to say. Fanyin was obviously too lazy to move and was still staring blankly at the sky. The little girl was embarrassed and didn't know what to do, standing aside at a loss.

"Where are you from?" Fanyin sat up with his hands on his body, his clear and moving almond-shaped eyes gleaming with water.

The little girl was stunned and didn't speak for a long time.

"I'm asking you a question, why don't you speak?" Fanyin reminded.

"Oh!" the little girl came back to her senses, "I don't know, I came from a very far away place." The little girl has a clean and cute ponytail, and is a little thin and short compared to children of the same age.

"So you are also tourists?" Fanyin asked.

"What is a tourist?"

Fanyin raised his eyebrows and replied: "Tourists are people who have no fixed nationality, region, or residence. Everyone fell in love and settled together, and it gradually turned into a village."

"I don't know either. I only live with my father," the little girl paused, then continued, "no one else."

The two of them were dumbfounded and didn't know what to say, and spent some time quietly.

"Do you want to go back? Or go to the other side of the river. There are many friends over there."

"I miss Dad."

"Then I'll go back with you."

"Thanks."

Two girls were walking on the gravel path in the center of the village. Each stone was carefully selected and was beautifully exposed to the sunset. Not far from the road stood two young men, chatting familiarly.

After walking forward for a while, the little girl quickened her pace.

"Dad." Yaya called out happily.

One of the men turned around, wearing a long green robe, an elegant face, neat and slightly old-fashioned clothes, and smiled warmly at his daughter.

"Come back." Ya Ya ran to her father's side and happily took his father's hand.

Another young man also turned around at the same time. He had phoenix eyes and eyebrows, a straight nose, thin lips, and a wheat-colored complexion. He was extremely handsome. He was wearing a simple white top and neat gray linen trousers. He had a slender figure. He faced the Sanskrit sound.

, his lips moved slightly, and then he laughed.

"Lazy girl."

Fanyin brushed his short, messy hair with his hands, pulled out a few grass seedlings from it, stuck out his tongue at him, and said nothing.

"Fanyin, this is Uncle Yaqingshan, and Yaya is his daughter." When Fanyin approached, the man introduced her.

"Hello."

"Qingshan, this is my daughter Fanyin." Fanyin stood quietly beside her father.

"Brother Xiaoyao, Ling Qianjin really has your style. At such a young age, you can see that you are smart and heroic. She also looks very much like you and your wife. It's really lovable." Qingshan praised Fanyin gently, liking this from the bottom of his heart.

The clever niece I met for the first time.

"This girl is used to being free and loose. How can she be as well-behaved and sensible as Yaya? Don't praise her anymore." Fifth Xiaoyao said.

"You guys should stop chatting outside. The children are all hungry. Go back to the house for dinner!" A beautiful young woman walked out of the house. It was Lin Yue'er, Fanyin's mother. She had long, soft, wavy hair.

In addition to her round little face, both mother and daughter have exquisite beauty peaks in their hair.

Several people entered the house chatting and laughing. The houses in the entire village were made of wood, with well-proportioned colors. Flowers and green grass were planted in the attics of every household.

After the meal, the adults were reminiscing about old times, and the two children came to the open space in front of the courtyard to rest, saying nothing to each other, and watching the stars together.

"Mom, Yaya doesn't have a mother anymore?" After Qingshan and his daughter left, while mother was clearing away the dishes, Fanyin ran over and asked.

"Yes, poor child."

"How come her mother doesn't have one?"

"I heard he was ill and gone. Children, don't worry so much, go upstairs and go to sleep."

"Mom, I'm not young anymore, I'll be 9 years old soon." After saying that, she rushed upstairs. Lin Yue'er smiled and said nothing.

When passing by the study, he saw the lights inside were on and Xiaoyao was flipping through an old book by the bookshelf. Fanyin tiptoed in. Xiaoyao leaned slightly to the side and moved the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Yin'er."

"We've been discovered again!" Fanyin pouted and said unconvinced.

"If you want to hide it from me, wait another twenty or thirty years!" Xiaoyao's face is extremely handsome, with wheat complexion and sharp edges. Although Fanyin is only 8 years old, he can already tell that his appearance is very similar to his father, especially in that area.

The chin with the beautiful groove is different from others. "But your lip-reading skills are getting better and better!" Father turned around and praised.

Fanyin raised her chin and became proud. She was born with spiritual eyes, which neither of her parents had.

"Why did you come to see me?"

"I didn't, I just saw the door open and came over to take a look."

"Want to ask about Yaya's mother?" Zhinu Mo Ruofu asked.

"Hmm..." Fanyin hesitated embarrassedly.

"When you become good friends, ask her yourself. Okay?"

Fanyin looked into her father's eyes, nodded, and went back to the house to sleep.

It was dark at night, and Fanyin rolled over in her small room at the attic. A black shadow flashed in front of her house. She sat up from the bed and ran to the window to look out. Fanyin

At a young age, his spiritual power is already outstanding.

"Dad? It's so late, where are you going?" Fanyin turned his eyes, quickly put on his clothes, opened the window, jumped from the second floor. He landed on his toes, like a dragonfly touching water, silently. He flashed left and right.

He avoided and followed his father.

Fifth Xiaoyao quickly left the village and walked towards the mountains in the distance. Fanyin chased after her, but she was left behind. Fortunately, she was born with a keen eye like an eagle, which could see thousands of meters and measure everything. Even if she fell behind her father,

Not too panicked either.
Chapter completed!