It seems that nothing in the world can make him seriously.

After the sound rang out, a message poured into his mind according to a fixed procedure.

The next moment, a ray of light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, his powerful eyes as firm as a demon, and he did not look like a drunkard.

...

Wasteland, Xijiang, Shicun.

In the early morning, the morning glow is brilliant.

The vast and boundless mountains lie dormant on this vast land.

Mountains are like dragons and snakes.

The beasts roared, shaking the mountains and rivers, the trees trembled, and the leaves fell rustling.

Among the mountains and valleys, beasts are rampant, ancient seeds appear, and all kinds of terrible sounds are coming and going, and the world is about to split.

In this mountain range, there is a small village. Half of the charred dead wood at the entrance of the village is more than ten meters high, emitting a bright green light, firmly guarding the village under the light, making the ferocious beasts in the mountains dare not disturb them.

The children in the village practiced morning under the guidance of adults, but there was a small point mixed in between.

Xiaobudian looks only one or two years old, white and tender, with big eyes turning black, like an exquisite porcelain doll, with a silly look in her mouth.

Suddenly, the little guy called out.

But just now, he heard a voice.
Chapter completed!