It was already ugly, and clouds began to float in the night sky, and a hint of coolness gradually appeared in the originally mild west wind.

Smelling the smell of rain, Yang Yuhan then raised his head, looked at the silhouette of the flowing clouds reflected by the moonlight, and then looked at the two of them: "It seems that it is going to rain. Let's go."

Qian Fanwu looked southeast, and said calmly: "I want to bury them before we leave."

"Yeah." Yang Yuhan nodded, "It should be."

Then Qian, Lian and the other two looked at each other, turned back to Bai Lan and threw themselves into the water together.

"Why……"

Yang Yuhan sighed lightly, gently stroked Feng Shen's fluffy head, while watching them travel around the sea where their companions were buried. They watched them jump up lightly from the water surface, and moaned several times, and couldn't help but feel sad again. So he silently stretched out his right hand and condensed a long word with the sea water in the air:

I wish to take the west wind to attract the sorrow of parting.

There is a bottle full of wine, and the word "hate" is the first.

Therefore, the shadow is still not here, come and come, walk around.

I want to draw a lot of hardships.

Not a word has ended, the waves have been pushed down.

There are three tears left in my dry eyes, go away, leave, leave.

Seeing Qian Lian and the other two who were illiterate, they seemed to feel his feelings. After the last round of the swim, they quietly returned to his side and snuggled gently at his feet. After a long time, they returned to their human form and said softly: "Young Master Yang, let's go."

"Yeah." Yang Yuhan nodded, then opened his pocket and summoned Fu Yu, "Fu Yu, I have to worry about you again."

Floating feather responded, but suddenly saw the scene of the still unconsciousness, so he rushed to his right and kept moaning anxiously.

Seeing this, Yang Yuhan quickly comforted it and said, "It's okay, he just fainted." After saying that, he looked at Qian Fanwu again and finally asked what he had wanted to ask long ago, "Miss Qian Fan, why did I wake up very early, and my master has not yet woken up?"

"Let me see." Qian Fanwu looked at him, then walked to the front of the mute, gently placed his hand on his wrist, and said for a moment, "Well... he was blocked by that man with wind, but he was unable to convert and absorb because of his coma, so he had been stagnant in his original position. Now I have helped him to vent, and he will wake up in a while."

Yang Yuhan, who had just approached, hurriedly said, "Thank you." Not long after, he really saw that the curtain had opened his eyes, so he hurriedly called out, "Master, Master."

"Um!" What suddenly regained consciousness was that Lian Mu suddenly wanted to support himself and sit up, but because he lost his right arm, he suddenly lost his balance and almost fell on the water. In shock, he couldn't help but look to the right and shouted, "Where is my arm?! Where is my arm? Arm..." At the end of his words, he was obviously crying.

Yang Yuhan slowly helped him up, deliberately avoiding his wounds with both hands, without saying a word.

"Advisor. Where is my arm?!" He looked at Yu Han pleaded with tears in his eyes, "What's wrong with my arm?!"

Yang Yuhan said sympathetically: "Your arm... was cut off by the man who attacked us."

"Where is that person now?" Yi Lianmu said furiously, "I want to kill him!"

Yang Yuhan knew that the most urgent task was not to find the man, and with his temperament, he would definitely be reluctant, so he had to lie to him and said, "That person has been killed by us."

"Kill?!" said one after another, "Why don't you leave him to me?! Wouldn't it be a good idea to die at your hands?!" Although he cursed fiercely, tears still flowed down his face.

Seeing this, Yang Yuhan hurriedly advised: "I know you are sad, but the most important thing now is to send you back to Shi Lian Village. I heard that there is a named Shi Lianjiu in your clan who is quite good at having a good method. Maybe he can help you pick up another one."

It was a sudden shock when he heard this: "Grandpa Jiu? Who did you hear?!"

"It was said before the person who hurt you." Yang Yuhan paused and said, "It is said that people are good at dying, and I don't think he will tell lies."

"He is just farting!" Lian Mu shouted angrily and hatefully, "Grandpa Jiu has passed away for more than ten years!"

Yang Yuhan frowned: "No way?"

He scolded him one after another: "Why can't you?! Can I still curse my grandfather Jiu?"

"I don't mean that." Yang Yuhan was almost amused by his appearance, but he knew it was wrong, so he immediately suppressed him back, and was not noticed by everyone. "Maybe the man didn't understand the situation of the Lian tribe, and he didn't know the news of the old man's death."

"Well... Grandpa Jiu left suddenly, and it was normal for him to be an outsider to know." Lianmu suddenly calmed down a lot. While supporting Yang Yuhan to stand up, he said thoughtfully, "But this also reminds me that there may be other hidden secrets in his death."

Yang Yuhanqi said: "What do you say?"

It was a mu-mur who thought about it and said, "Grandpa Jiu was four years old when I died."

Yang Yuhan was a little confused when he heard this: "Ah?"

"No, no." He quickly corrected, "I was four years old when Grandpa Jiu passed away. Although I didn't remember much at that time, I still had a deep impression of him. Because Grandpa Jiu treated me very well, he often took me to his house to play and showed me his treasures, these monsters were... monsters spliced ​​together with various rare beasts." He paused and said, "But not long after grandma passed away, my father told me that Grandpa Jiu had also 'left'. I was very strange at the time and asked him why Grandpa Jiu was 'left'. My father said that he was killed by the monster he created. When I asked Grandpa, my grandpa did not answer, but said that he might know when I grew up." As he spoke, he looked at Yu Han again and said, "After so many years, I almost forgot about this matter. It seems that I have to ask again when I go back this time."

Yang Yuhan nodded: "Okay." Then he said to Fu Yu, Feng Shen, Qian and Lian, "Let's go."

Everyone nodded, so they all followed the flying crying birds to the west with their magical powers.

"despair."

A drop of rain fell on Yang Yuhan's face, which made him feel a little tired and shivered. Although it only took four or five hours since he came to this world, for Yuhan, it seemed like he had spent several months and years, and it could not even be measured by time.

It's more like a dream.

A dream that you can't even dream of.

Why did I go from... a failed genius to a half-baked god... Haha

Yang Yuhan smiled helplessly.

Dad, mom, wife...

I'm fine.

Please wait for me.
Chapter completed!