Everyone left the manor, walked along a small road for a long time, and entered a dense forest.

There are many wandering ghosts in the forest, with low abilities and avoiding them when they see them from afar.

The white-headed man has difficulty walking, and it is difficult and slow. The dense forest is deep and the wild flowers are fragrant. A long path is winding and rugged, and it seems that it will never end.

Zhou Nianping was already hungry and just wanted to trick Mu Changfeng and carry him away.

Mu Changfeng smiled badly, grabbed his collar, and carried Zhou Nianping on his body like a sack. When he encountered a low branch, he deliberately let the branches scrape Zhou Nianping on his body.

Both of them had the intention of playing tricks on each other. How could Zhou Nianping suffer such a great loss? After being blown a few times, he deliberately used a thousand pounds of spiritual power to suppress Mu Changfeng's breathlessness and sweating. He threw the person to the ground in anger.

"Okay, stop making trouble for you two. Nianping disliked walking slowly. You two took turns to carry the old man." Fang Zhiqiang looked at the two junior brothers helplessly, "Are you two rats? If you find an opportunity, fight."

Zhou Nianping grinned and got up from the ground, saying, "Changfeng is the youngest, and I will give you the important task of respecting the elderly."

Mu Changfeng said: "My senior brother is older, and he should respect the elderly and love the young."

Zhou Nianping continued to cheat: "You broke my bones and the cracks in my internal organs. The little wind at night blew into the cracks. You and your senior sister borrowed two embroidery needles to repair the cracks one by one, and I will carry the old man for you."

Mu Changfeng was about to reject it, but when he saw Fang Zhiqiang's laughter and crying, he gave up his thoughts. He carried the Baitou Man steadily, and reached the end of the road. Under the guidance of Baitou Man, he turned around a valley. With the light light of the sky, he saw a very large farm with fruits and vegetables. However, his growth was not pleasant, mixed with countless weeds half a person tall.

In the middle of the manor is a small thatched cottage, which has been disrepair for so long, crooked and ragged.

Baitou Weng said: "This is my home. What do you want to eat? I cook myself."

Mu Changfeng carried the man into the cottage and put him down, looked at Zhou Nianping, and said, "It's not necessary to bother seniors. How can you cook yourself? Let's do it yourself."

The white-headed man said, "It's a guest from afar. Let you do it yourself. It's not a way to treat guests. There are a lot of vegetables in the garden. Why don't you cook a pot of gourd bitter melon soup for you to relieve heat and remove fire, it would be better."

Zhou Nianping looked around for a while, picked up a dead bobcat from the corner, and said with a smile: "Is there a snake on the mountain? I'll catch a snake and stew it with cat meat. It's the famous and fragrant dragon and tiger dish."

Mu Changfeng couldn't help but frown. Yulong Pavilion respected Buddhism and never ate meat. He had never eaten a piece of meat since he was a child. He was careful to follow the rules of the gate, and secondly, he was born not interested in meat.

When Zhou Nianping mentioned chicken, duck, fish and meat, he had no special feelings. This time he was a cat and a snake, and he was called dragon and tiger vegetable, but he was very imposing. But Mu Changfeng felt nauseous and nauseous, and he had no appetite at all.

The white-headed man said, "You can't eat that bobcat."

"Why?" Zhou Nianping was crazy about wanting to eat meat, and he was really unwilling to accept it. "There is still warmth. Obviously, he just died, so why can't he eat it?"

The white-headed man moved his footsteps with difficulty, took the dead bobcat in Zhou Nianping's hand, and threw it out the door with great force.

The owl bird screamed in excitement, like an arrow running out of the string, holding the dead cat, instantly tearing it to pieces, swallowing it into the abdomen along with the heart, liver, lungs and intestines.

Mu Changfeng was stunned, and Zhou Nianping was surprised to see that he was not inferior to him.

It would have been fine if the two of them didn't know the identity of the owl bird, but they already knew that in their hearts, it was not that an owl bird was eating meat and filling the belly, but that a living person was eating raw meat and drinking blood. How could he not be shocked?

The two of them couldn't help but look at Fang Zhiliang, and saw that she looked as usual, neither annoyed nor angry nor sad, and she leisurely admired the spring onion-like nails. She turned her slender hands over and adjusted them, enjoying it, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"You find a place to sit down and wait for a while." The white-headed man turned a blind eye to the expressions of the three of them, put on a bamboo basket, picked some bitter gourds from the farm, dug a few green onions and coriander, and walked slowly to the kitchen, busy in an orderly manner.

Fang Zhiqiang sat in a dark corner without saying a word. There were wooden tables and wooden chairs by the window. Neither Mu Changfeng nor Zhou Nianping sat down. Through the window, he looked at the furry plants in the backyard, swaying in the wind.

A large number of red buns were planted beside the fence wall. The fruits were not yet ripe and were as green as jade, like small watermelons hanging on the plant.

A bamboo flower is planted in the southeast corner of the fence wall, with golden flowers and extremely brilliant flowers, and a fragrant tree planted in the northwest corner, with soft branches, and countless dead knots of all sizes.

The sound of pots and pans colliding from the kitchen, the thorny sound of pouring vegetables into the oil pan, and the sound of turning the shovels, which was quite a sense of happiness, freedom and peace of mind, but the two of them were always following like shadows.

The owl bird flapped its wings and flew into the thatched cottage and landed on the wooden table. Its round eyes stared at Fang Zhiran, and its mouth was covered with blood-stained cat hair.

Fang Zhiqiang kept lowering her head and fiddling with her nails from time to time.

"It's simply outrageous." Zhou Nianping's anger came as soon as he said, and could no longer bear it. He kicked the wooden chair over, "I want to twist the old man's head off."
Chapter completed!