Chapter 78 Little Fat Jiu Doesn't Like Winter
This dream is so real, as if I saw it with my own eyes.

When he woke up, Xiao Ling was still in a daze, and Shen Yanjin, who was sitting in a wheelchair holding a teacup, reached out and smoothed his hair.

"woke up."

That deep and cold voice brought a youthful vibe, and dragged Xiao He back from his stupor. It opened its round bean eyes, tilted its head towards the opponent's shiny palm, and half-lyed in the opponent's palm, still able to Smell that good smell.

Half dragging Xiao Feijiu's head, Shen Yanjin's calm eyes overflowed with inexplicable thoughts.

He picked up Xiao Feijiu, playing with his limp body with his shiny jade fingers.

Xiao Lu didn't bother to pay attention to him at first, but he made him dizzy, so he struggled to escape from his grasp.

"Chirp."

It barked a few times, squeezed out from between the fingers, and hit the hard ground with its buttocks, which hurt a little.

Shen Yanjin remained silent, and after a blank glance, he twisted his wheelchair and rumbled out of the room.

Leaving Xiao Lu with a sore buttocks behind, he gently rubbed the feathers on his back with his wings.

The dream of last night spread in its mind like a movie.

This information was so exciting that Xiao Ling almost lost his breath.

It even admired its own boldness, and dared to fly out of Shenjiazhuang by itself.

And recalling Shen Yanjin's eyes with a hint of meaning when he saw it, Xiao Lu was speechless for a moment.

After Shen Yanjin, the little bastard, set fire to the mountain, the fog in the village dissipated, and the original blue sky was restored.

In the past few days, villagers have come to thank the door one after another. Their faces are much better than before, although they are still a bit ugly.

The villagers brought chickens, ducks, vegetables, fruits, etc., and insisted that Shen Yanjin accept them, and if they didn't take them, they would not leave.

Shen Yan promised that there was no other way, so he left it to the villagers.

The field piles were rearranged, and as for the dead body... Shen Yanjin didn't say a word, only Shen Wang said with a face full of wounds: "It can't be brought back, the corpse is infected with other diseases."

The villagers left helplessly.

No one wants to restore a peaceful life and be severely shattered again.

"Shen Wang, aren't you afraid that they will look for you?"

Qiu Xiaoan stood in the corridor, softly asking Shen Wang who was leaning against the back of the tree and looking up at the sky.

After a long time, Shen Wang looked away from the blue sky, he sighed: "No, they are actually very timid, and I also said that those corpses have illnesses, if they are accidentally contaminated and brought back, it will be a disaster for everyone. The sinners in the village, they dare not."

Qiu Xiaoan had a clear expression, he took out two fruits from his sleeve, threw one to Shen Wang, wiped the peel of the fruit lightly, and took a bite, the sweet taste overflowed in his mouth, it was so sweet that it made people feel sick. I feel much happier.

Shen Wang didn't eat, he just put it away slowly.

This scene fell into Xiao Lu's eyes on the cliff, it didn't understand why Shen Wang kept the fruit.

Many years later, Qiu Xiaoan said to it with a smile.

The three members of Shen Wang's family all died in the deep mountains. The fruit he collected was actually brought home to sacrifice to his younger brother.

Because, his stupid brother...

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The weird incident in Qiufeng Mountain finally came to an end.

Another two months passed, and the weather gradually became colder. When I got up in the morning and opened the window, I could still see some icicles forming on the leaves.

The change of seasons in the mountains is obvious throughout the year.

Xiao Ling doesn't like winter, because in the previous four years, it almost died in winter.

(End of this chapter)

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