Doomsday Rise

"Yan'er, how are you?" Liu Wei'an asked softly.

"I... it's okay!" Yan'er looked blank, looking at the white world, surprised: "How could this be?" Look at her hands, then at the Oriental Herring, "I'm not dead!"

She vaguely knew that all this had something to do with herself, but she didn't know much about it.

"It's okay, don't worry about these." Liu Wei'an patted Yan'er on the shoulder. Her body has returned to normal and her chills are no longer exuding. As long as there is no threat, her abilities will be hidden automatically.

boom!

A icy tuft suddenly fell from the dead tree, a crow, which shocked Yan'er.

"Huh? No!" Liu Wei'an didn't care at all, but suddenly realized that something seemed to make lightning look up. The ice crystal shattered, revealing a small crow with the size of a palm. The other crows are as big as two slaps, but this crow is only as big as a slap, which is twice as small. Small size is a trivial matter, the point is that there is a small white hair on its head.

Crows have white hair, so it's unscientific.

"Oh, grandpa fell to death!" The little crow let out a scream, fluttered its wings, threw away the ice scum, walked limping, and then curled up again, "Grandpa frozen to death!"

"Ah-this crow can talk." Yan'er was extremely surprised.

"I am not a crow, of course I can speak." The little crow raised his head and looked at Yan'er and Liu Wei'an with arrogant eyes. Its eyeballs are white, not black, and they are stunned, and the person who looks at it has hairy hearts.

"You are the crow." Yan'er shrank and straightened again thinking of Liu Wei'an by her side. The big crow was scared, but the little crow seemed not so dangerous.

"Grandpa is the body of a crow whose soul enters the body. In essence, grandpa is still a human being, not a bird." The little crow emphasized.

"Oh!" Yan'er looked at the crow curiously. I don't understand how the human soul and the crow's body coexist.

"Junior Liu Wei'an, I have seen senior! I don't know how senior is called?" Liu Wei'an clasped his fist. He had seen the little beggar. The servant of the little beggar was a talking skeleton man. That thing was stranger than the talking crow. , So I don't think there is anything.

"I am—" The little crow suddenly stopped and shook his head: "No, no, I can't say the name of my old man casually, otherwise there will be big problems, um, can't say, you just call me senior crow All right."

"You didn't mean you

Isn't it a crow? "Yan'er couldn't help but interject.

"Calling a crow does not mean that it is a crow. Some people call it a dog egg. Is he a dog egg?" the little crow asked.

"No!" Yaner shook her head.

"Senior Crow, are those crows... still alive?" Liu Weian judged for himself that these crows were frozen to death. If it were not for the little crows, he would be very confident in his own judgment, but now he is not confident.

Isn't the little crow alive and well?

"I'm dead, frozen by the power of'yin', do you still want to live? It's not a true soul chaser, just some losers." The little crow's tone was contemptuous.

"Why didn't you die?" Yaner asked.

"My old man is naturally different. How can I put the loser alongside the old man? It's unreasonable." The little crow was very angry.

"Sorry, old man, I just think you are younger." Yana apologized.

"Small size doesn't mean low power, okay? I really don't understand that your brain is so stupid. Why did'yin' choose you? Is it because you have a lot of water in your mind?" The little crow's mouth was stinky.

"When did the predecessors come in here, are you familiar with this ruin?" Liu Weian remained vigilant while speaking. Everything was frozen to death, but it was not dead. Although the little crow didn't exude any dangerous aura, he felt that this thing was not simple, and he was careful.

"You kid want to play with me?" The little crow looked at Liu Wei'an with slanted eyes: "You are still too tender, but you really asked the right person. No one knows this ruin better than me. Ruins, who told you this is a ruin, this is a tomb."

"Whose tomb?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"The tomb of the second generation king." The little crow said proudly.

"The King of Man!" Liu Wei'an was taken aback, and then he was puzzled: "No, if it is the tomb of the King of Man, the layout is wrong, the terrain here can't match the atmosphere of the king at all, at most it is a tomb of princes."

"The three talents are respected together, facing each other from eight sides. Such a terrain is rare in the world. You said that the terrain is wrong. Do you know feng shui?" The little crow looked at Liu Wei'an suspiciously. What is it?"

"No school, no school, self-taught." Liu Weian said honestly.

"..." The little crow said in a huff: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't move. If it's just the tomb of the princes, it can trap my old man-can I make my old man linger and reluctant to leave?"

"It turns out that you are trapped here." Although the little crow changed his mouth quickly, Yan'er could hear clearly.

"Fart, Lao Tzu stayed here voluntarily." The little crow was furious.

"So that's it, we won't bother seniors, let's say goodbye!" Liu Wei'an arched his hands, and He Yan'er turned around.

"Wait for me—" The little crow was anxious, and the flapper's wings flew over, regardless of whether Yaner would like to fall directly on her shoulders: "I will leave with you, I feel that you are destined."

"Oh-" Yan'er obviously disliked the little crow, but she didn't dare to drive her away, with a bit of trepidation on her face. UU reading www.uukānshu.com looked at Liu Wei'an aggrievedly: "My son--"

"Don't be afraid. Senior is so old and won't bully the female streamers. Besides, when men and women are not married, Senior is a self-respecting person, not the kind of wretched old man who takes advantage of girls. He should be in the wrong place. "Liu Wei'an said with a smile.

"Your kid is very insidious." The little crow reluctantly left Yan'er's shoulders, hovering in mid-air for a long time before landing on Liu Wei'an's shoulders, angrily said: "It's cheaper for you, let's go."

"Where are the seniors going?" Liu Wei'an asked, his expression still respectful.

"Go out, do you have dinner here?" The little crow asked impatiently.

"The juniors are here for treasure hunting. You can't go back empty-handed when you enter Baoshan. This is the rule. You can't get out if you don't get anything now." Liu Weian said.

"The old man has been circling here for thousands of years, can the baby wait for you to come? You are late." The little crow said triumphantly.

"So you are a tomb thief." Yan'er said.

"What a tomb thief, so ugly. Treasures are buried in the ground and will rot over time. For treasures, this is a great waste. I am determined to save the treasures. I am a great treasure porter, not a bad one. Grave thief." The little crow said loudly.

"The predecessors are reasonable." Liu Wei'an said with a smile: "The gaze of the predecessors is naturally peerless treasures. The younger generations are not demanding, just the leftovers. Even if the scraps are broken, the younger generations like it. At least it has increased their knowledge. If the seniors are willing to give pointers and believe that I will gain something soon, we can go out sooner."

"Your kid is very bad, let's go." Little Crow knew that Liu Wei'an had seen through the fact that he could not get out, and used this as a threat to force him to lead the way. Although it was a deal, he felt very upset. For so many years, he was the only one who threatened others, and he has never been threatened.

Not a good thing!