The Rat King Rat squeaked, and the rest of the little mice that listened to its commands popped up and then lined up in an orderly line, grinning towards the little white dragon.

The little white dragon didn't care at all when he saw it. His little head looked up arrogantly, with a heroic spirit.

"Come on, I, Little White Dragon, will never be afraid, hum!"

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While Zhao Qingtian was muttering to himself, in the straw buns not far from the courtyard corresponding to his room, the pair of eyes that had just been hiding in the dark in the middle of the village appeared here again.

The gaze radiated from the eyes, in this dizzy night, looked at him through the wooden window of Zhao Qingtian's room, as if looking for some opportunity.

The dark waning moon crawled out of the dark clouds.

The scattered moonlight fell lazily and weakly around the three small wooden houses.

The green mist in the mountains then emerged faintly, covering it and attached to it.

It seems that every place in this famous village is filled with sadness and sorrow, and a sensation that is indescribable.

At night, all the famous villages are silent.

The fence door of Zhao Qingtian's yard was pushed open by Zhao Daliu's big hand. He heard a very low creak, then closed it softly, and then tiptoed towards the house.

Zhao Da looked at the house at Liuyi and saw a few beams of light coming out of the gap in the door, lying steadily on the ground of the courtyard wet with dew.

He walked to the door of the house with his hands, held up the shovel that was knocked down by a wild cat with his hands, then threw the torch in his hand to the ground, then gently stepped on the flames with his feet, and then picked up the extinguished torch and placed it under the eaves for the next time.

Zhao Qingtian's mother Feng Ying was sitting on the bamboo rattan chair by the table, carefully sewing clothes that were caused by Zhao Qingtian's random martial arts practice.

She heard a slight sound outside the door, guessing that Zhao Daliu was back, so she quickly got up, came to the door, pulled the bolt, and then said in a slight voice to Zhao Daliu, who was standing at the door, holding his hand half in front of his chest, and was about to knock on the door:

"God his father is back. Come in quickly. The pot is still warm. I'll serve it for you now."

Zhao Daliu stepped into the door with one foot, waved his hand, and replied in a low voice:

"No Fengying, I ate at Uncle Wu. I'll go see if we're sleeping."

Zhao Daliu said, walked towards Xiliu, stayed for a while, then walked out of Xiliu with a smile on his face, and then brought the door of Xiliu.

"I've slept quite hard. Every day, I've been restless."

Zhao Daliu said happily, walked to the chair beside the table in the main room and sat down. After sitting down, he grabbed the teapot, poured a cup of herbal tea, and went in with a gulp.

Then he whispered, dipped his sleeves into the water stains on the corners of his mouth, and called Feng Ying to Zhao Qingtian's mother who was stunned in front of the door of the house:

"Fengying, why are you standing at the door? Close the door and come and sit down. Look at our clothes, you haven't sewed it yet."

Zhao Qingtian's mother Feng Ying was shocked and realized it:

"Oh, his father, look at my memory. I've been stunned for a long time and forgot that our clothes have not been sewn yet. By the way, by the way, I have to sew clothes and sew clothes..."

Fengying was mumbling in her mouth, walked quickly to the table, grabbed the clothes placed on the table, sat on the rattan chair, and happily sewed the clothes.

Zhao Daliu saw Feng Ying's slow behavior, and then looked at the open door that had not been closed. A trace of bitterness flashed across his face. Then he smiled at Feng Yingqiang who was smiling at him, got up and walked to the door, and closed the open door with a clang.

"Fengying, when I took my third brother and Lao Ba to the western suburbs to shoot eagles this evening, I told you to drink the medicine soup. Have you given me some?"

Zhao Daliu asked Fengying while walking towards the pot of medicine in the corner of the main house.

Fengying rubbed the silver needle on his head, thought for a while, and then blurted out:

"Medicinal soup? What should I do if I drink medicine soup? I'm not sick yet!"

As soon as Feng Ying replied this, Zhao Daliu also grabbed the lid of the pot of the medicine. When he saw the black-boiled medicine soup and the medicine residue staying safely inside, he frowned and his Adam's apple swayed. He didn't know if it was because of the smell of the medicine soup or why, his eyes turned red.

Zhao Daliu capped the lid back on the pot of the burning medicine, then turned around and returned to the table, sat on the chair in a restless manner, looking at Fengying, who was concentrating on sewing clothes with his worries in his eyes.

I saw the silver needle illuminated by the oil lamp, driven by Feng Ying's slender fingers, skillfully interspersed on the ripped hole in Zhao Qingtian's clothes, flexibly and divinely holding flowers and knots.

Zhao Daliu's mouth twitched. He thought of saying something to Fengying again, but he didn't know what thoughts were blocking his throat. He only heard his mouth suffocating, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Fengying bit the thread that was threaded in the needle's eyes and glanced at Zhao Daliu, who had a tangled expression, and asked:

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with you?"

After Feng Ying finished speaking, she stretched out the hole that had been sewn with both hands and looked at Zhou Zheng with her eyes.

Zhao Daliu smiled, his eyes rolled in a hurry, and replied with a whisper:

"Hi! Nothing, I'm...I'm...I just want to ask when will your mother come back from our aunt's house?"

Fengying smiled, then continued the small half of the thread that was in the eye of the needle onto a long thread, stretched the corner of her wrinkled clothes, picked up the needle and said:

"Your memory is really bad. It's only half a month since our mother went there, and she has to wait another half a month. She has been waiting for a whole month to get back. Oh my god, my father, I want me to tell me, you really should have a day to go to the Xuancheng City and find a doctor to take a look at your memory."

After Fengying finished speaking, her face wrinkles wrinkled and she smiled loudly.

Zhao Daliu looked at Feng Ying laughing, and then laughed twice with mixed feelings. Then he rubbed his face, got up and walked to the water jar, took the scoop and scooped a few scoops of water into the wooden basin near the water jar, coughed lightly, and said:

"Fengying, you've been at home for the past two days. Don't go around. I asked the Bai family to see that the falcon doesn't go back to their nests. They will definitely come to our famous village again. Don't ask the tiger, wolf and leopard from the Bai family to cause anything, that's a big trouble!"

Zhao Daliu said, carrying the wooden basin back to the chair beside the table and sat down, then took off the shoes on his feet, stepped into the basin with both feet, and looked relaxed on his face.

"Remember, you can set out before dawn tomorrow. You must arrive at the county town of Jundu in one stick of incense. When you find the princess Liu Tao, come back quickly. Don't stay too much time. If Zhentian finds it, it will be troublesome." Sun Wukong told Zhu Bajie seriously and carefully.

"Don't worry, Brother Wukong, I will definitely not waste the exorcism time. I will definitely come back before the Wuhua Demonic energy rises." Zhu Bajie replied confidently, looking very confident.
Chapter completed!