Waste wood knows everything

As one pair after another of dark green eyes lit up in the darkness, a dense pack of wolves soon surrounded them, roughly counting them, there were as many as hundreds of them, and there were occasional hordes of wolves in the shadow-shrouded forest. There was the sound of cracking branches, and there were more dormant wolves hidden in the dark depths in front of him.

In addition to the mixed blood, there are also spirit beasts and some uncivilized beasts in Dust Valley. These wolves have weak spiritual power, and they are biting with their bodies and instincts. It seems that they should be beasts in the valley.

It's just...why did these beasts suddenly attack?

Dust Valley has always followed the principles of nature and peace. The beasts in the valley have also been taught and baptized with spiritual power. Even if they are not yet civilized, they are much smarter than ordinary beasts. They should not make such unprovoked attacks.

Siran was pulled by Yun Mo, and narrowly escaped the bite of the leader giant wolf. His eyes hurriedly swept across the pack of wolves. Each wolf's head was covered with a Shiba Inu by the treasure book. , gave him great psychological comfort.

Siran praised: "This Shiba Inu looks good now."

Baoshu moaned and chirped: [You ignored me just now!Your mind is full of Yun Mo's hands! 】

"This is called reasonable appreciation." Siran stared at the nearest giant wolf, "If you have a physical body that allows me to masturbate every day, I will also appreciate you reasonably."

Baoshu: [Really? 】

Siran said perfunctorily, "Hmm."

The fluffy fur of these giant wolves is so enviable, Si Ran noticed that there was a red rope tied around their necks, and a sign was hung on it. A cultivator has excellent eyesight, even at such a distance, he can still see the words on the sign. content.

The sign of the leading giant wolf said a little egg, and the signs of the other wolves behind them all had simple names such as big dog, big flower, and Ermao. It seemed that someone had raised them.

The spiritual power surged from Yun Mo's side, and gusts of gusts of spiritual energy were gushed out, and Si Ran's forehead danced wildly in the air, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Yun Mo! These wolves have masters! "

And the owner's taste is not so good!

Yun Mo naturally also noticed these dog tags with poor taste. He has extremely rich combat experience, and he can see the chaotic look in the eyes of these wolves at a glance, and he has clearly lost his reason because of some influence.

It's just like this... It's not easy for him to kill these wild wolves wantonly.

The sword art he practiced was a pure way of killing and killing. While the sword breaks all spells, it also reaps the life of the enemy. In this situation, it is not easy for him to use the sword directly, so he took the scabbard around his waist Resist a little.

Anyway, I have to replace it with a new one, so make the best use of it.

Just like this, the situation fell into a stalemate.

The fighting style of the wolves already tends to be life-threatening and ferocious. After realizing that there is no danger of their lives, these wild wolves became more and more unscrupulous. For his life, Yun Mo was inevitably a little bit tied up for a while.

Siran was tightly held in Yun Mo's arms, and could only move his little head to observe the battle situation.

The moonlight was covered by heavy dark clouds, and the night sky was full of dense darkness. In the middle of the sparse lawn, a handsome figure wrapped with traces of golden spiritual power, repelled the wild wolves that were advancing all around one by one.

The scabbard in his hand showed some signs of breaking after carrying too much spiritual power. After all, it was not an object specially used for fighting.

And the ink sword hanging on Yun Mo's waist was very angry.

This kind of anger can be understood as the anger after his little clothes were used as rags by his parents.

After repelling another wild wolf, Yun Mo tapped his toes on the ground, stepped back a few feet, let go of Siran from his arms, and said, "Be careful."

Afterwards, he flew and floated in mid-air, threw away the scabbard in his hand, pinched a formula with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body boiled instantly.

It's not that sword cultivators are completely ignorant of spells. It's difficult for Yun Mo, who majors in the way of killing, to restrict the enemy, so he specially practiced a few confinement techniques just in case.

His gaze was slightly fixed, his hands kept moving, and his spiritual power surged into the phantom chains that appeared in front of him, and soon deepened them. Thousands of chains flew down from midair, holding every wolf firmly in place. bound in it.

Seeing this, the leading silver-white giant wolf's perception of danger finally surpassed the irrational killing. It quickly fled into the forest. When Yun Mo saw this, his figure swung forward, and the huge chain that followed like a shadow firmly nailed the giant wolf. In place.

only--

Si Ran looked at Yun Mo's figure that suddenly moved away for a moment, and hesitantly measured the distance between the two.

It seems... more than ten meters away.

As soon as this idea came to mind, the transparent chain on the two people's right wrists suddenly turned into a silvery white color, and the chain stretched into a straight line. In the next second, a huge pulling force came!

As the saying goes, the effect of force is mutual.

The cloud end and the Siran end of the chain receive the same pulling force.

Just like the two sword repairmen who fought over the zongzi and bumped into each other, under the pull of the chain, the people at both ends will eventually gather in the center.

However, perhaps the difference in cultivation between Yun Mo and Siran is too great, Yun Mo, who was chasing the wolf king in mid-air, just swayed slightly, while Siran, who was frightened and estimated the distance below, followed the arrow that left the string and went out. Like a cannonball in its chamber or an angry bird being shot by a slingshot, it flew out with a swish and hit Yun Mo's chest straight.

The fragile bridge of the nose suffered an unprecedented blow.

Tears burst out of Siran's eyes in an instant, he curled up, tightly grasping Yun Mo's robe with his fingers, and murmured: "It's so hard."

Siran: "..."

Wait, what kind of tiger-wolf word is this.

Yun Mo noticed Siran's reddened eye sockets, wrapped his arms around his waist and landed lightly on the ground, Siran clutched the bridge of his nose and stepped back a few steps, with confusion and a hint of accusation mixed in his expression.

Yun Mo, who wanted to look forward, stopped, but said: "You can use the spiritual power to the painful part, and maybe it will relieve it."

Hearing this, Siran mobilized his spiritual power to relieve the pain of the bridge of the nose, dragged a pony out of the storage bag, sat down obediently and aggrievedly, took out a bottle of external wound medicine, and planned to do both.

His figure was originally slender, but now he was sitting on a small stool with his body curled up, and with the drooping ears on the top of his head, he looked more like an innocent and dazed little white rabbit.

The dark clouds in the sky moved away from under the moon, and the moonlight immediately covered the entire lawn. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but with the shining of the moonlight, the scarletness and killing intent in the eyes of the wolves gradually faded away, even if it was still the same. The pair of dark green eyes were less sinister than before.

"Ow?"

"Ow—woo—"

"Awwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

"Wang Woo!"

"Wow...Wow?"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The wolves who were bound in place by the chains relaxed their tense muscles, looked left and right and began to howl, one after another like a duet, with the sound of barking that seemed to have gone to the wrong set.

The leading giant wolf fiddled with the chains on its body with its paws, sticking out its tongue to lick them from time to time. Yun Mo frowned, and waved back all the chains.

After getting out of trouble for a while, these wolves who regained their senses actually played a game of chasing each other on the lawn.

Where there is loss, there is gain. They gain sanity and thus lose IQ.

Yun Mo coldly let out a coercion, and the wolves present shrank for a while, and quickly slipped into the forest with their tails between their legs, and soon disappeared.

Siran covered the bridge of his nose and observed the progress of the matter: "What's going on with these wolves?"

"The situation is unknown." Yun Mo checked the entire lawn with his spiritual sense, but found no clues. "Tomorrow, I will take the time to ask Yinhua. It must be unusual for such a situation to occur in Dust Valley."

He picked up the scabbard on the ground, used spiritual power to drive off the dust on it, and hung it back on his waist. He wanted to put the ink sword back into the sheath together, but the ink sword was uncharacteristically dodging from left to right, just because he didn't want to enter Cambridge. middle.

Mo Jian: You still want to wear clothes that are used as rags!

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo shattered the scabbard expressionlessly, took out the black cloth that was usually used to wipe the sword from the storage bag, rolled up the ink sword and hung it on his waist.

After a while, Siran finally recovered from the soreness of the bridge of the nose.

Yun Mo walked slowly towards him, the pure black robe was stained with faint moonlight, he calmly avoided the corrosive saliva left by the wolves on the lawn and the clumps of wolf hairs flying wildly, playing with Like the barrage mini-game, it reached the end perfectly.

Siran raised his head slightly, and the cloud against the moonlight cast a heavy shadow, completely covering the little Siran.

Under Siran's wandering eyes, Yun Mo slowly stretched out his right hand, with his five fingers slightly apart, a blue ribbon hangs down from his wrist, and a series of small flowers bloom on it.

Siran was startled, what is this for?

He stretched out his left hand tentatively, and clapped Yun Mo's hand.

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo's lips moved slightly, and his expression showed a moment of helplessness: "The task of forming a bond."

The last bond task is to interlock fingers.

Siran hadn't put down his left hand just after clapping: "..."

He closed his eyes and reflected on his forgetful attitude towards the task, then stretched out his hand again, five slender and light-white fingers overlapped bit by bit along the gap between Yun Mo's fingers.

Under such almost zero-distance contact, Siran had the time to observe that Yun Mo's palm was indeed a circle bigger than his.

He tried not to let himself think about the subtleties of interlocking his fingers, and stared at the lines on Yun Mo's fingertips very seriously, aiming to turn himself into a mobile fingerprint identification machine.

Time has become extremely slow at this moment.

Slower than plank.

Siran didn't know how long the interlocking of fingers would last. He stared at the fingerprints with nothing in his mind, and felt that he was about to write down Yun Mo's fingerprints. The tenth little flower came late and bloomed slowly in the over the ribbon.

The last bond task is completed.

Siran let out a long sigh of relief, and quickly let go of his fingers to take back his hand, but because of too much tension, his fingers were a little stiff, and he couldn't pull it apart for a long time. After finally pulling it apart, his wrist tightened again.

He took a closer look, and the ghost grass on his left wrist stretched out a few whiskers at some point, and sneaked onto Yun Mo's wrist. Looking from a distance, it was like handcuffs, firmly manacling the two of them. Together.

Siran: "..."

Siran squeezed out a few words: "I'm sorry, the discipline is not strict."

He stretched out his hand to fiddle with Gui Micao's whiskers, unexpectedly, Gui Micao was very stiff, tightly bound Yun Mo's wrist, and remained motionless, yet he couldn't really hit hard, poking angrily After hitting the debt collection grass a few times, the ghost grass shyly twisted its whiskers, stretched out one and waved at Siran.

Siran and Gui Micao confronted for a while to no avail, and finally Yun Mo slowly touched Gui Micao with his finger, sensing the danger of the gold-type spiritual power, Gui Micao rushed back quickly and drove away as quietly as a chicken A bunch of red flowers.

Siran: "..."

Siran ground his molars, and made a good memory of this sloppy thing in his heart.

After the task of forming a bond was completed, the ten little red flowers gathered together, and the ribbons in the hands of the two turned into tiny dots of spiritual power, which slowly gathered in the center of the chain, and condensed into a wooden signboard half the size of a palm , and the twenty small red flowers in total seemed to be condensed into the writing on both sides of the wooden sign.

Siran leaned over to look, and the two names were engraved on the front and back of the wooden sign, Yun Mo's name was in blue, and Siran's name was in purple.

This small wooden sign was held in the palm of Yun Mo's palm and put into the storage bag. After working all day for this, Si Ran still sighed a little.

It was already night at this time, and the honey spring water would have to be changed tomorrow, so the two went back to the house and repeated yesterday's face-to-face meditation.

midnight.

The moonlight outside the window was covered by clouds again at some point, the whole sky was gray, and the night sky was filled with darkness and chaos.

Just when Si Ran was drowsy from the chicken pecking at the rice again, there was an extremely subtle rustling sound, like a mouse scratching its food.

This association made him wake up in an instant, and his eyes widened in horror.

Yun Mo on the opposite side also opened his eyes with a clear expression, tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the corner of the wall under the head of the bed.

That rustling sound came from there.

Siran's heart was a little hairy. He was most afraid of two things in his life, one was cockroaches, and the other was mice, especially the kind of mice that worked hard to go out to work in the middle of the night.

He moved his butt far away silently, and looked towards the corner of the wall.

A hole the size of a dog hole was dug in the corner of the wall at some point, and something was digging hard at the edge of the hole outside the wall, trying to make the hole bigger.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense, Yun Mo understood the situation. He didn't move his lips, but said directly through voice transmission: "It's a young half-breed."

Juvenile mixed race?

Knowing that this matter had nothing to do with mice, Si Ran also relaxed a bit.

It didn't take long, with a crackling sound, the opening of the hole was completely planed open, a furry head squeezed in, two paws struggled to climb the ground in front, twisted for a long time, and the fat buttocks behind was squeezed in.

Even though Yun Modang pinched the Dao Jue, he went over to restrain the little bastard, and waved his hand to light up the mushroom lamp in the house. Under the bright light, Si Ran finally saw clearly the guy who stayed up most of the night.

It turned out to be in the shape of a beast.

It's about half the length of an arm, covered in black and white hair, looks like a puppy from a distance, but looks a bit like a wolf cub when you look at its tail.

After the little bastard was trapped by Yun Mo's spiritual power, he yelled indiscriminately and turned around in circles.

Siran glanced at his face, the small slanted blue eyes and the iconic white line between the eyebrows... Isn't this a husky? ?

Yun Mo walked up to the little bastard and said expressionlessly, "Who are you?"

The little bastard flinched visibly, gritted his teeth and whimpered, and instantly transformed back into a human form. He was a boy of seven or eight years old, with two fluffy animal ears on his head, and a tattered piece of clothing hung on his body for an unknown period of time. Unwashed retro style sack clothes, bare feet, a very obvious white mark on the neck, and a pair of faint blue eyes.

"I'm Yefeng Wolf!" The child shouted at the top of his voice, "I have something to do—oh! What are you doing!"

With a cold face, Yun Mo flew a clean dust talisman and patted the child's forehead, the clean dust talisman shattered into dots of spiritual power, cleaning the child's mud and stains from head to toe.

"Speak well," Siran dragged a mushroom stool over, sat down and looked at the child with a smile, "why come here in the middle of the night without sleeping? Be careful not to grow tall, and if you want to come, just knock on the door." Now, what is vandalism?"

The child curled his mouth and muttered: "If you knock on the door, what if you don't let me in and drive me away?"

"You are so cute," Siran sighed, "Even if you got in, we would still drive you away."

Child:"……"

The child looked at Siran in shock, completely unbelievable that this person would say such insane words with a smiling face.

The child was anxious, and the fur on his ears exploded: "I really have something to do! It's very important! They don't believe me! I know, you just came to the valley, so I came to you!"

Treacherous and evil people are not allowed to enter the valley, in other words, generally those who can enter the valley of dust, this character can still be guaranteed.

Siran restrained his expression, and stopped teasing the child, and asked, "What's your name?"

Looking at the way the little hybrid just got in, his hair is all knotted, and he doesn't seem to be having a good time on weekdays.

The child made a hoarse voice, pretending not to care, and said, "I don't have a name, I..."

Seeing the lonely expression on his face, Siran understood it in his heart, and said, "All right, then I'll call you Xiaoha for now."

The child suddenly raised his head: "What little ha!?"

"Xiaoha," Siran propped his chin, "what's the matter with you coming here to find us?"

Xiao Ha muttered a few words indistinctly, but he didn't refute the name any more. He just sat down on the ground and began to talk about the cause and effect.

Although Xiao Ha is not very old, he still speaks clearly, but when he speaks, he is always extremely indignant, and his personal emotions are beyond the standard.

According to what he said, he lived in a forest in the Dust Valley. He lived alone without a father or a mother. There were many wild wolves in the forest, and Xiao Ha, who was the Yefeng wolf, got along well with them.

Just about three or four months ago, some big black holes often appeared in the mid-air deep in the forest, and some strange things would be ejected from the holes. These things had no aura and looked like ordinary objects.

Xiaoha didn't pay attention to these things at first, but he found that after being exposed to these things, many wild beasts and spirit beasts in the forest became extremely cruel and violent, often biting and fighting each other, Xiaoha He had already regarded the beasts in the forest as friends, and when he saw this, he was anxious, so he went to seek help from others.

"But they don't believe me," Xiao Ha was extremely indignant. "I told them, and they would just perfunctory me, saying they knew it, but they didn't deal with it at all!"

Si Ran nodded upon hearing the words: "Understood."

Xiaoha: "..."

Xiao Ha pursed his mouth, and looked like he was about to cry, but he endured it firmly at the critical moment. He took out a tattered booklet from his tattered sack-like clothes, and rubbed his eyes: " Here's a recipe I dug out from under a forest tree—"

The spiritual power barrier used to trap Xiaoha has already been removed by Yun Mo, Xiaoha stuffed this booklet into Siran's arms, at a young age, he is well versed in the essence of forced buying and selling: "You took it My things! Just, you have to do me this favor..."

The essence is that when you arrive, your momentum will not increase, and your own voice will become quieter at the end.

Siran stretched out two fingers to pinch the tattered booklet in his bosom, a bit dumbfounded, he turned his head and glanced at Yun Mo, Yun Mo's eyes swept over Xiao Ha's neck, and said in a deep voice: "This matter, tomorrow We'll go check it out."

If what Xiaoha said is true, then something unusual must have happened in Dust Deep Valley.

Hearing this, Xiao Ha's eyes widened immediately, as if he was afraid of people's repentance, and after saying "you keep what you say", he shrank back, turned into a little wolf cub, and squeezed out of the hole like flying .

Seeing the little wolf cub run away, Yun Mo frowned slightly, and said, "This little one, he seems to be..."

Yun Mo paused, he rarely used such uncertain words: "He seems to be the silver giant wolf in the previous wolf pack."

Surprised, the tattered booklet in his hand fell to the ground: "So it's really a wolf?"

Isn't it a husky?

Yun Mo: "..."

"The spiritual power is the same. The white seal on his neck seems to be the red rope around the wolf's neck," Yun Mo said. "It's just that there are still doubts about many details. Let's wait until tomorrow and ask other people in the valley."

Siran picked up the booklet and flipped through it casually: "I don't know what happened in Dust Valley, but it's their honey festival recently, and I'm afraid they are very busy—what the hell is this!?"

The pages in the booklet were full of erotic pictures of two people entangled in various poses and tricks. Si Ran accidentally glanced at it, shook his hand, and flew out the booklet.

With a slap, the page turned up and fell to Yun Mo's feet.

Yun Mo picked it up with his head down, turned to the home page, and said calmly, "Double Cultivation Technique."

Siran's expression suddenly became colorful, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Who buried this thing under the tree? It's too immoral!"

The next day.

Early in the morning, Siran and Yun Mo arrived at the location of the honey festival.

This fate box is located in a flower garden in Dust Valley. It is a brown wooden box with a length, width and height of about one meter. suggestion box.

A lot of people have already gathered beside the edge box, most of them are walking together in twos, and there are both men and women.

The most eye-catching thing is the tall and cold woman in front of her who is graceful and full of imperial sister-in-law. She is standing next to a light blue flower with her arms folded. Four or five men with different styles surround her. It was fanning the wind and handing water, and another one brought a plate of grapes, peeled one and was feeding it to the woman's mouth.

The two walked to the front of the box, and it was actually Yin Hua who was responsible for maintaining order. Seeing the two of them, she narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Sure enough, it can be completed in one day, am I right? This task is indeed Pretty simple."

Siran: "..."

Siran refused to recall the huge psychological shadow brought to him by the first three notes.

Yun Mo took out the fate card in the storage bag and put it into the fate box. With a surge of spiritual power, a strong wind suddenly hit him——

Yun Mo's eyes froze, he stretched out his arms to block Siran behind him, and the black sword at his waist blew softly. He looked intently, but only saw a huge pink flower popping out from the edge box.

The flower puffed out several streams of air, and bunches of pink petals spewed out with the air, covering the faces of the two of them.

Yun Mo: "..."

Siran: "..."

In the silence, the small pink petals swirl and slowly fall.

"Congratulations," Yin Hua smiled and took out a porcelain-white earthen jar from the space vortex that appeared on the side, "This is a custom, and I will send blessings of flower petals to every couple who complete the task of forming a bond!"

She handed the porcelain white jar to Yun Mo: "This is this year's honey spring water. By the way, there is also a small gift, which is also a small surprise for the task of forming a relationship."

Yun Mo inspected the honey spring water with his spiritual sense and put it away. He was noncommittal about the little surprise Yin Hua said, but suddenly popped his head and asked in a low voice, "What little gift is it?"

"This is it—" Yinhua tapped the fate box, and the fate card that had been put in was spit out again, and turned into a bluish-white jade in midair, "The photo stone that recorded the whole mission video! It can be used many times. Looking back at the whole process of the mission of forming a bond~ Isn’t it a surprise to preserve the beautiful memories in an eternal way?”

Siran: "..."

Siran silently retracted his head back.

Inside he was like a screaming chicken roaring.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--

Don't keep this kind of memory!

I also reviewed Eternal Retention many times!Now he can't wait to empty his brain and take it, and even came up with a backup!

Yin Hua blinked, seemingly puzzled: "What's wrong? Don't you like this?"

She was about to hand the picture stone to Yun Mo, but Yun Mo actually raised his hand, just about to take it, seeing his expression, he didn't have much reaction to this "surprise".

Siran was shocked at the moment, thinking that this thing must never fall into Yun Mo's hands. Isn't this the same as reviewing the black history itself with the black history object?

It's better to keep it by yourself, and find a time to destroy it, so as to avoid future troubles!

Siran rushed out quickly, took the photo stone away with lightning speed, and left a sentence: "Thank you very much."

"Yeah, it seems that you like this quite a bit," Yin Hua caressed her lips, "Then I actually have a surprise—"

She smiled and clicked on the edge box again, and another photo stone flew out and landed in Yun Mo's palm.

Yin Hua proudly said: "We get two shares for one stone, are you surprised?"

Siran: "..."

The author has something to say: Siran: I am torn apart.