Chapter 97 (1/2)

Then continue to chase.

He continued to run seven or eight miles behind rhubarb.

He Feng was surprised to find that there was a fire burning in the deserted mountain forest.

It's about three or five miles in front of him.

He Feng quickly picked up the sword in his hand. He Feng was very vigilant and followed rhubarb behind him and approached there.

He walked in and found that in a cleared jungle, a marching tent was set up there.

There was also a fire burning outside, with a huge aluminum pot on it.

Broth was stewed in an aluminum pot.

Next to the tent, there was a high elevated shelf with half a frozen wolf hanging on it.

The fire was burning with great exuberance.

The broth in the aluminum pot was rolling and sending out bursts of fragrance.

He Feng looked at the fire and broth, and then stabbed the tent with a sword.

The tent was opened. There was only a sleeping bag, a pile of snacks and a laptop.

The TV play of Emperor Hanwu is playing on the computer.

It seems that people haven't been away for long.

He Feng let go of his spiritual consciousness and searched everywhere.

However, he could not find the trace of the other party within the seven or eight miles covered by his spiritual consciousness.

People seem to have disappeared.

He Feng frowned and asked rhubarb, who was eating the wolf hanging on the shelf, ”rhubarb, can you feel where he has gone?”

Rhubarb shook the dog's head, and the frost generated by the rapid running on it was still there.

Seeing rhubarb like this, he Feng showed a disappointed expression on his face and let him run after all.

He sat for a while in the remaining tent.

He Feng had to leave sadly with rhubarb.

I don't want to cross the forest like when Tathagata came.

He Feng jumped directly on the branches of the forest, just like the Wulin master in the movie, jumping around, swishing, he left with rhubarb.

Just when he returned to Hejia village.

Under the remaining fire, the fire above was about to go out, and the only Mars was still struggling to give out a weak light.

A figure emerged from under the fire.

People were blackened by fire.

Eyebrows and hair were burned off.

But when a bottle of mineral water in one side of the tent poured on his face.

Wash off the gray black on your face and you'll be surprised.

There was no trace of burns on his face.

As if the flame had done him no harm.

”I'm scared to death,” said the man, pouring a bottle of mineral water directly into his mouth.

”It seems to be a hard stubble. I have to call more brothers.” he sat in the tent for a while.

The man squatted down again and looked among the embers of the fire.

Then he pulled out a long gun.

The red tassel on the spear was still bright. Obviously, the flame did no harm to him.

Like children riding with sticks as horses.

The man who looked 50 years old rode on a long gun.

With a swish, the long gun flew away with him.

the second day.

It was already bright, but he Feng's door was still closed.

His son never slept in and always got up early. In doubt, Chen Guixiang knocked at the door.

”Feng'er, don't get up yet.”

He Feng in the room was upset and hurriedly said, ”Mom, I'll sleep a little longer.”

So Chen Guixiang left and went to call he Lingling to get up.