Underworld Ghost Soldiers, Sign In The Book Of Life And Death At The Beginning

Chapter 83

Of course it is impossible to sit on the ground.

Of course Xue Jinse has nothing to do, but for a Taiyi Golden Immortal, it is not too simple to create a small courtyard with three inputs and three outputs.

Suddenly there was the sound of horses’ hoofs in the distance.

“Yo, there is a room here?”

“How can there be houses in this wilderness?”

“The black light is blind, don’t run around!”

These dozen young men and women did not seem to be reckless, looking at this abrupt hut from a distance, they were a little worried, and they took their horses to avoid them.

When they came to the upper reaches of the creek, they found a shelter from the wind. Everyone got off their horses and took out food and drinks from the saddles. There were even two people who prepared simple tents and graciously invited several women to stay in.

“Lang, you move faster! Take off the support of that horse too!” A young man’s voice rang from afar, “Mother-in-law, the tortoise crawls faster than you!”

“It’s just that Xiumei’s tent is not set up!” someone shouted loudly, “Alang, please bring things over quickly. Didn’t you see that Fenmei was sneezing because of the cold?”

Another young man holding a tarp heavily kicked a thin young boy’s ass, swearing in his mouth: “Yes! I don’t know what you are doing with us? You are a waste of virtue and want to worship the fairy tale. ?”

The young man named Alang gave a low promise and quickened his pace.

Xue Jinse went out for the first time and was curious about everything. At this time, she was lying on the small window, looking at these young people from a distance with great interest.

Obviously, seeing this young man took the most things and was the most diligent one, but it seemed that everyone was bullying him, and felt a little unbearable. He said to Lin Baixuan who was tidying up, “Lin Dage, you see they are bullying.”

“People are divided into three, six or nine classes, and wood is divided into rosewood and red sandalwood. Some people just like to bully, but they ignore the phrase ‘Feng Shui takes turns.’ It’s not surprising that waste chai turns over and mortals rise.”

The tent was set up, and several bonfires were burning.

The leeward spot is not big. A dozen young men and women are divided into four piles, each occupying a pile of bonfires, taking out their own drinks and food, and talking and laughing loudly while eating and drinking.

The young man named Alang was the least gregarious among the crowd. He sat silently outside the crowd, chewed slowly with a piece of dry pie, and took a few sips with a water bag from time to time.

The night was getting darker and the wind was bitterly cold on the wasteland. Even if they were sitting by the fire, many of the weaker teenagers still shivered from the cold. They took off their leather jackets from their horses and wrapped them in their bodies to continue talking and laughing.

The young man stood up too, and Jinse noticed that his mount was a thin old horse that was about to lose its hair. He saw him take out a patched cotton coat from the saddle side of the bag, shaking his rope. Put it on, snuggle into the belly of the horse to keep warm.

After all, there is a compassionate heart in life, and said to his companion: “Okay, after all, Alang is also in the same line. We can’t write two Zhao characters in a stroke. If it is good or bad, our ancestors will also scold us. Why don’t you let him come over and grill the fire!”

The companion was silent for a moment, and someone nodded and said, “Since the second brother Hua has spoken, then call him over!”

He shouted loudly: “Alang, Brother Hua invites you to come over to keep warm, but don’t let the kindness of others come!”

Although the young man was leaning on his horse’s belly, his torn cotton-padded clothes leaked air everywhere, and his hands and feet were numb from the cold. He hesitated for a long while when he heard the words. He bowed far and hobbled over.

Seeing him cowering, several young men couldn’t help laughing. Someone laughed and said, “Alang, with your small body, I’m afraid you can’t even climb Laoshan, so I should go back to bed early. Get a good night’s sleep!”

Alang found a place far away from the crowd, curled up tightly, as if trying to hide himself as much as possible.

“It’s so pitiful…” Jin Se said to Lin Baixuan, who had come close, with her small mouth flat, “Shall we help that little guy?”

“Which little guy?” Following Jinse’s instructions, Lin Baixuan quickly saw the boy.

Seeing that he was about a little younger than Xue Jinse, his complexion looked a bit vicissitudes of life, his hands were rough, it was obviously the result of doing too much farm work.

“If you want to help, then…”

When Lin Baixuan was halfway through what he said, he suddenly frowned.

This young man named Alang is definitely an ordinary person who has never cultivated.

For such an ordinary person, Lin Baixuan’s current Cultivation Base can see him transparently with just a glance at it.

But after a quick glance, he found that deep in the center of this Alang’s eyebrows, there was an almost undetectable golden lump that couldn’t get rid of it.

“wrong–”

The golden lingering that can’t be seen through the power of the fairy is bound to be a bit weird.

Lin Baixuan’s heart moved, opened the candle dragon’s eyes, and looked far above Alang’s head.

It’s just this look that surprised Lin Baixuan.

What kind of character is Zhu Jiu Yin? The dignified ancestor of time, a quasi-sage-level boss!

Although Lin Baixuan’s current Magic power Cultivation Base is far inferior to the ancestral witches of the heyday. But by fully activating the Eye of the Candle Dragon, you can see through the long river of time in an instant, and read the past and present of a person.

But Alang’s past life was covered with heavy fog, and he couldn’t see his origin.

Either this Aran’s past life was a big and earth-shattering man.

Either someone with great abilities took the initiative and blocked his Karma gas engine!

Lin Baixuan groaned for a moment, and asked, “You have been eavesdropping for so long, but have you ever heard his name?”

“I only know that others call him Alang. As for the surname… Ah, yes, someone said just now that he can’t write two characters for Zhao. That little guy should be called Zhao Lang!”

“Zhao Lang?”

A completely unfamiliar name.

Lin Baixuan frowned. Since he has never heard of this name, let him go.

“Are you going to invite them in?”

“It’s not right…” Although Jinse is kind, he is not a good person. She instinctively resisted Lin Baixuan’s proposal.

“Just so, I didn’t plan to let them live with us!”

Lin Baixuan’s fingertips lightly flicked, and a hot, strange wind suddenly howled, driving away the cold air in an instant.

In the dead of night, a group of young men and women had fallen asleep.

Alang’s whole body was wrapped in this warm current, and gradually stretched out his limbs and entered a deeper dreamland.

Seeing this heavy lifting technique, Jin Se’s eyes flashed, and he let out a horror, and laughed: “You are good at it, I don’t know how to do it!”

“It’s very simple, it’s worthless to put it bluntly! When you learn how to condense your vitality so that you can pass through the eye of a needle, this method will come naturally!”

Jinse Bingxue was smart, after thinking about it, she understood. Smiled and said: “It’s getting late, go to sleep!”

“Yeah!” Lin Baixuan politely stretched out his hand, “Princess, please!”

“roll–”