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Although he didn't wake up until the sun was near, Han Yiming felt tired for a moment and fell asleep soon after he returned to the house. However, when the moon passed by the sky, he woke up, sat up from the bed, and walked out of the house lightly, heading towards the stone statue. Han Yiming felt strange that although he woke up, he felt like he was in a dream. But in the dream, he was extremely awake. He felt the little coolness of the dew on the grass clearly and clearly.

The moonlight was like water, and the earth spirit in the flower field spread like a fog under the moonlight, and there was a light in the fog. Han Yiming couldn't help but go towards the ball of light, and walked closer, and saw that the bluestone was sleeping before. The bluestone was sleeping very fragrantly, and there was a snoring sound, but the light was emitted by the stone statue of the stars. The stone statue was no longer like a stone statue, but crystal clear, like the stars swallowing the earth spirit. Han Yiming walked forward, and the light flashed. Han Yiming heard his voice as low as the bottom of the water, and said to the stone statue: "Aren't you awake yet?"

The stone statue was shining, and Han Yiming listened to his voice again, "How can you wake up?" Suddenly, the voice of Xingchen in his heart said, "Touch my right hand." Han Yiming stretched out his hand and gently stroked the head of the stone statue for a while. In fact, the stone statue had no stone at this time, but Han Yiming's hand was straight down and had touched the right hand of the stone statue. It was Xingchen's small palm. When Han Yiming touched the hand, the palm of the stone statue was facing down and the back of the hand was facing up. Han Yiming touched the small palm of the stone statue, first touching the back of his hand, and then turning to the palm. Suddenly, a heat flow surged from the bottom of his heart and heading straight for Han Yiming's palm that touched the stone statue. Han Yiming was surprised and wanted to retract his hand, but he couldn't retreat. His palm was absorbed and could not move.

Han Yiming was shocked, but he wanted to make a sound but couldn't make a sound. There seemed to be endless suction on the small palm of the stone statue. The heat in Han Yiming's heart kept rushing towards the stone statue. The stone statue emitted a dazzling light, dazzling the eyes. Han Yiming couldn't pull back his hand, and even couldn't move. In a hurry, the footsteps behind him ran straight towards him. Han Yiming turned around and saw a person's long hair fluttering and his clothes were dispersed. It was Wuming. Wuming's eyes were glowing blue light, holding the Pixie Sword in his hand, and slashed hard at him!

Han Yiming was shocked and had no time to dodge. The Pixie Sword had already passed by him and chopped on the stone statue. Han Yiming was stunned. The knife wiped the palm of his hand and cut off the stone statue. The sparks flew everywhere, and the stone statue was cut out with a deep mark. Han Yiming wanted to stretch out his other hand to stop Wuming, but he couldn't raise his hand. Wuming smiled foolishly at the stone statue, laughed a few times, and turned around and left. Han Yiming's palm was sucked on the stone statue, and he could only watch him go further and further away, and finally disappeared.

Although the stone statue was cut by a knife, it still absorbed the power that surged from Han Yiming's heart. After a while, Han Yiming gradually felt weak and sat down beside the stone statue. The blue stone was still lying beside the stone statue and sleeping sweetly, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. After sitting for a while, a voice counted in Han Yiming's mind: one, two, three.

Han Yiming suddenly became sleepy when he heard the "Three", and tried his best to wake up, but he couldn't wake up. He knew there was something different, but he couldn't help himself. He was sour and sore, and then he fell asleep after a while. When he woke up, he saw the roof above, and he was still sleeping in the hut. Han Yiming turned over and sat up, and his body was not sore and soft. He immediately went out to see the door and saw dawn in the sky, and the dark light was cold and thick fog was filled. The huts of Lingshan's fellow disciples were still covering the door, and they thought they had not yet gotten up. He walked towards the stone statue, and the thick fog dispersed wherever he walked by. When he walked past, the thick fog spread again.

Qingshi fell asleep in front of the stone statue. Han Yiming walked to him and squatted down, reached out and pushed him. Qingshi opened his eyes. Han Yiming said, "The wind is cold outside, dew is cold, you should be sick when you sleep here." Qingshi shook his head and said, "I'm not cold." He looked at the stone statue and said, "Master, I dreamed that he told me that he was about to wake up." Han Yiming said, "Is that so? What else did you dream about?" Qingshi said, "No. He said, you came to wake me up after only saying this." Han Yiming looked at the stone statue, and suddenly saw a deep mark on the stone statue, exactly the same as the one that Wuming had cut in his dream. The blood fingerprints I saw on the stone statue before were still as new. Han Yiming said, "Is this your fingerprint?" Qingshi said, "No, Master. Hey, this is your fingerprint."

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, Qingshi said, "Sect Master, look at this fingerprint is longer than mine, look at it." He stretched out his hand and compared it to the fingerprint. Although Qingshi was a young man with thick hands and feet, his fingers were still not as thin as this fingerprint. Han Yiming walked up slowly, stretched out his palm to compare it to the fingerprint, and then he was tightly matched. Qingshi said, "Look, I'll say it's the fingerprint of the master." Han Yiming looked at the fingerprints carefully. He really didn't know when he had printed these blood fingerprints.

Qingshi said, "Master, did you cut this?" His fingers pointed at the deep mark, and Han Yiming said, "It's not me. I won't cut it." Han Yiming looked at his fingers, and was still confused by the bloody fingerprints. Suddenly, Qingshi said, "Ah, it's here, it's here again!" His voice trembled slightly, and he was indescribable fear. Han Yiming turned his head to look at him, and looked at his eyes. The spiritual bones penetrated the fog and were slowly walking.
Chapter completed!