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At night, the mountain peaks were very quiet, the clear and uneven mountain paths, the desolate and dry, half-human depths of the mixed forest, and sometimes, faint sounds of 'Su Su' could be heard from time to time. "Su Su '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '' '

A breeze blew past, bringing with it a bone-piercing coldness. Xie Yuan shivered as he tightened his grip on the torch. Under the light of the fire, he could see the figure of the old elder.

After walking for half an hour, they had finally arrived at an opening in the wind. On all four sides, there were pine and cypress trees with fallen leaves growing all by themselves. A cold wind blew past, "Suo Suo!" With a light sound, many yellow leaves floated down. Suddenly, under the light of the fire, a figure appeared!

Xie Yuan exclaimed inwardly, "Why is it so cold here?" His body shrank, causing Yang Xiaole to lean even closer to him. After taking a few more steps, he stopped and looked at the lonely figure under the light of the fire. He felt that it was a bit strange. He turned around, but there was nothing strange about him. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and continued on his way.

At this time, the torch was gradually extinguished. It was extinguished by the cold wind and immediately after, a wisp of white smoke was ignited.

Surprised, Xie Yuan stopped walking and placed Yang Xiaole on the ground to look for Gan Mu. After a while, he found a dried pine branch. He lit it up with fire. After some thought, he broke the branch into two. He lit two torches. They raised their hands towards the southeast.

Suddenly, he heard a "Hey!" from behind him. Suddenly, a petite figure appeared in the light of the fire with a strange cry. Xie Yuan was shocked. "What's that?"

It turned out that the white smoke that came out after the torch was extinguished was not a natural phenomenon. Xie Yuan used his cold true energy to transfer it onto the fire stick, directly extinguishing the fire qi and sublimating it into white smoke. This was actually not white smoke, but water vapor that had sublimated and turned into clouds under the starlight at night.

After extinguishing the fire, Xie Yuan quickly found another pine tree and lit it. He broke it in half and lit two torches in different directions. As expected, there was something behind him, but that thing's movement speed was too fast. Xie Yuan exclaimed inwardly, "That was close. If I hadn't thought of this technique, I would have long since lost my life here."

After a while, a strange voice sounded, "Hehe! "Brat, smart, smart!"

Xie Yuan was shocked. He took a step back and shouted, "What monster?" Xie Yuan had mistakenly thought that he had discovered some wild animal screaming, but now even the feathered one could speak human language. He was so frightened that he had to change his words to 'Monster'.

"Nonsense, nonsense, since when did I, the mischievous child, become a monster?" Just as he finished his sentence, a seven or eight-year-old child appeared in front of him, dancing with joy. He cleared his throat, raised it, and angrily scolded.

Although this child looked delicate and pretty, with red lips, white teeth, and pure white skin, he looked like a six or seven year old child. But it was an old man who had been there for half a century.

Xie Yuan had never seen anyone with a voice that sounded like an old man. He was dumbstruck as he covered his hands and shouted, "Monster, monster!"

"Nonsense, nonsense." When he cried out like this, his speech became slurred. He could only hear that the little child seemed to be saying, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

When Xie Yuan heard the little kid's words, he agreed and added that the kid in front of him was a monster. He curled his left hand and put down a torch. He scratched the back of his head and shouted, "Monster, monster!"

That child's face reddened, and she wrinkled her brows, shouting at the top of her lungs: "Nonsense, nonsense, be careful of that mischievous child hitting your ass."

Xie Yuan held the torch high up in the air, shining it down on the little child. Hearing that he was going to fart, he hurriedly covered his mouth and nose and shouted, "Don't, don't." It turned out that the little child cried out, "Nonsense! Nonsense! Be careful that the mischievous child doesn't want to hit your fart." His mouth was again slurred, as if he was saying, "Sure, sure, be careful not to fart."

The ghost boy's face turned red, his two lips curled up, exposing two dimples. He grimaced and shouted with his teeth bared, "Bullsh * t, Bullsh * t, shxt." "No, no, it's good, it's good." Then, his face lit up, as if he felt that he was right and was waiting for others to praise him. He thought to himself sweetly, "Hehe, you want to play with me, my naughty kid. You should hit my ass."

He then shouted in a weird tone, "Fine, fine, hit my ass. Exactly, it's the right thing to do, it's the right thing to do." Even if it was a good thing, it was good enough for them to fight.

Xie Yuan was startled and scratched the back of his head. He thought to himself, "What's wrong with this weirdo? It's strange, I'll save the little miss first." Thinking of this, he remembered that Yang Xiaole was still sick, so he patted his head and thought, "Oh no, the little girl's illness is getting worse." He turned around and walked in the direction of Yang Xiaole.

Right at this moment, the ghost servant raised his voice and said, "Little brat, don't run, don't run, just play with the little brat." With a flash, he wrapped himself around Xie Shiyuan like a ghost.

Xie Yuan saw a blur in front of his eyes. Suddenly, a child pounced at him. In a moment of panic, he struck out with his palm and the fire stick smashed into him.

Startled, the ghost servant spread out his ghost-like body and walked around to the left of the former, shouting, "Fun, fun!"

When Xie Yuan saw that his palm did not hit him, he became even more anxious. He changed his palm into a fist and punched him three times in a chaotic manner.

When the ghost servant saw that his three punches were getting heavier and heavier by each punch, he was even more elated. Without dodging, he raised his voice and said, "Interesting, interesting." That voice rang in Xie Yuan's ears, as if to say, "So stupid, so stupid!"

Xie Yuan was furious. He thought to himself, "Others can bully me, but even an old bastard like you, who borrowed a child's body to return the favor, is bullying me. My little coachman doesn't believe he can't beat a freak like you." When he thought here, he did not hold back anymore. He raised his fire rod and wildly swung it, and the three "Fire Chop Fist" attacks were all thrown out.

The ghost servant was shocked. He saw that the light in front of him flickered between cold and hot, and the youth in front of him was still using his skills. In his heart, he happily exclaimed, "Awesome, cool, so this kid is actually this funny. It's even more fun than that little kid Sun Liang. " As he thought of this, he suddenly unfurled his ghost-like figure and began playing hide and seek with Xie Jiuzhen!