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Bai Hu gritted his teeth with the hem of Huarong's clothes aggrievedly, and then squatted on the ground as if he couldn't be beaten to death.

It was just a matter of Sapo begging Huarong to take him away.

But even if you go to a deserted ghost town, it's not convenient to bring such a big pet with you. It's not good to scare people when you go out of the mountain to attract attention.

Hua Rong could only pat Bai Hu's head to show that she was helpless.

In this regard, Shi Mu expressed that he couldn't be happier - this clingy cat, especially the big cat with a clingy face, can finally leave.

Baihu is very spiritual, he really understands, but obviously he doesn't want to follow suit.

The white tiger opened his eyes wide, avoiding the light, the pupils gradually enlarged, the original amber eyes were only left with a gold rim surrounded by translucent black, exquisite and translucent like jewels, they looked very...cute.

The king of beasts hides his majesty, limp like a cat, I am afraid no one would dislike such a creature.

Yes, cat-like animals are the cutest.The whole body is covered with soft hair, and there are obviously very vigorous but seemingly limp limbs, which makes people love it.Not to mention their jewel-like eyes, so bright that they seem to hold the stars and the ocean, once they look straight at you, they really can't say a word of rejection.

The cat is usually the most arrogant and indifferent, but if it bends down and makes a low cry, even its heart made of iron and stone will melt.

Baihu really understands his own advantages.

Rubbing his face with his furry paws, he crawled slowly on the ground with a low growl in his throat.

Hua Rong is not considered a hard-hearted person, so she was naturally shaken.

Shi Mu raised his eyebrows, trying not to look at the big cat - otherwise he wouldn't know what to do.

Shi Mu simply turned his head and walked aside, since it was Baihu who sent the two of them out of the mountain, he just pretended not to see it.

No matter what, you can't take it away.

At least it has to get rid of the habit of sticking to the beauty.

Shi Mu thought so.

Shi Mu knew that he walked away because he was afraid that he would be shaken, but Huarong didn't know it. From Huarong's point of view, Shi Mu seemed angry no matter how he looked at it.

As for being angry.

Overturned the vinegar bottle for a big cat - so to speak.

From this point of view, Huarong should be happy.

It's just one thing to be happy, but it's not good to be too happy and hurt the fish in the pond.

Cat-like animals are cute, but how can they compare to cat-like people?

Shi Mu looks the most gorgeous and soft, but he is a fairy with power unmatched by anyone. He is usually noble and indifferent, but he will accidentally show some cute little thoughts in front of him, except for those eyes, I don't know if I can pretend to be the stars and the sea, but I can always pretend to be Huarong, and that's enough.

Huarong squatted in front of Baihu, and said softly to Baihu: "Okay, go back obediently, life in the mountains is more suitable for you."

While speaking, three birds chirped from the mountain, spreading straight across the entire mountain.All of a sudden, the mountains became lively. Hares wandered around the edge of the forest, flocks of birds flew up, and dangerous large animals were awakened one by one, walking out of the deep cave with heavy steps.

This is the world that belongs to the king of beasts.

The white tiger moved his ears, turned his head and let out a deafening roar, responding to the mountain forest, and looked at Huarong, his eyes showed nostalgia.Then the white tiger slowly retracted its paws and retreated back into the mountain little by little.

Even for animals, some things cannot be easily given up.

The figure of the white tiger was gradually hidden behind the tree, then turned around abruptly and rushed away, only a few steps away.

Hua Rong then stood up and said to Shi Mu, "Let's go."

Shi Mu turned his head aside and snorted, and said as he walked, "Finally I'm willing to go."

Hua Rong squinted her eyes and smiled, and hurriedly followed.

……

The plaque on the city tower has been broken, half of it is dangling on the city gate, and the other half has fallen to the ground and is buried in the soil.

The city gate groaned in the wind, but it still stood there tenaciously, refusing to move a step.

The city gates were unlocked, but the gap between the two doors only allowed one person to pass sideways.

Huarong pushed the city gate.

Years of dust fell all over his body, Huarong told Shi Mu to stand up, Shi Mu did as he said, Huarong suddenly pushed open the city gate.

Dust rose suddenly.

The rotten hub finally let go of its last bit of persistence, and the city gate slowly fell in the smoke and dust, and finally shattered on the ground.

It didn't matter that Shi Mu stood far away, Huarong could only let go of his breath when the dust fell, and then patted the dust-covered clothes that turned a little gray.

This taste is not good.

Shi Mu smiled and hit Huarong with a dust-dispelling formula, seeing that Huarong's clothes were clean, he said, "Is it so tiring to push the door?"

"Huh?" Huarong was puzzled.

"You'll turn your head white in one go." Shi Mu smiled and looked at Huarong's long gray hair, full of interest.

Hua Rong was stunned.

"Life and death are inseparable, talk to Zicheng," Huarong lowered her eyes, and then looked directly into Shi Mu's eyes again, "I remember you said that you promised me longevity and let me accompany you for a hundred years. I don't know if this counts as a day." kind of agreement."

Shi Mu didn't answer yet, but Huarong stopped talking.

What if?

Time to think.

The life and death agreement is broad, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old together.

To grow old together with a child probably means to stay with each other until the old age.

Shi Mu smiled and rolled his eyes.

It's just...it's a young man, even if it's a love story, the words are really too cryptic.

Shi Mu showed a sly expression, and said, "I don't understand!" As he spoke, his long black hair flicked up behind him, and Shi Mu stepped into Fengdu.

Obviously, my heart is very useful!

Huarong thought, after all, the immortal has a thin skin, so what if he ran away again.

"By the way!" Shi Mu stopped suddenly, turned around and said, "With me here, you won't grow old!"

Shi Mu cast a spell, and the ashes on Huarong's hair fell off completely, and the long hair immediately returned to its original color.

Huarong stroked her hair and laughed a little.

Who said that Shi Mu is slow, he clearly sees everything clearly.

including his...

Even ordinary people can't see through the power of immortals' camouflage.

Since the immortal wants to pretend that he doesn't know anything, let him do it, and wait until he can say it himself.

Just hope it's not too late.

Huarong quickly followed Shi Mu into Fengdu City.

The city is also a dilapidated scene. The weeds are about to spread into the stone brick road, and the gaps in the walls are full of overlapping spider webs. The spiders climb the web one by one to look for food, and there are poisonous snakes and rats in the grass.

The poisonous snake swallowed the rat, and the blood splashed to the corner of the wall, staining the ground gray and yellow.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows behind.The mouse accidentally became the praying mantis.

Then who will be the next praying mantis.

Shi Mu looked around and felt that it was not a good idea to take a walk in such a city.

Hua Rong obviously felt the same way.

It's gloomy and gray, and a cloud of dust will rise up when you step on it, making people have to breathe lightly.

It's a clean place anyway.

But fortunately, the atmosphere is great, after all, people always have some adventurous spirit, let alone this daring fairy.

That Huarong could only accompany him.

It's just that due to the dust everywhere, Shi Mu rarely suppressed his temper, walked slowly, pretended to be walking, pulled Huarong away from the stone brick road, and walked into the dilapidated low building next to him.

The charred low walls looked precarious, but the collapse was just where all the buildings were connected.

It's also convenient.

"You said—it's been more than 50 years, and what should be forgotten should have been forgotten long ago." Shi Mu said to Huarong as he brushed his fingertips across the low wall.

"Well," Huarong replied, "53 years is enough for a person from birth to old age, and there will always be someone who will forget their fear."

These words seem to have nothing to do with Feng.

"But Fengdu is still deserted."

The two spoke in unison.

"There's always a reason." Shi Mu smiled.

"Ghost town... It seems that you have chosen a good place."

"It's still in line with the fairy's wishes." Shi Mu said with a deep breath, flicking off the gray and black stains on his fingertips.

The two of them bent over to pass through the gap between the low walls. A small triangular area was too narrow for the two of them. Shi Mu was thin, but they could pass through easily, but Huarong couldn't do it. The wide sleeves rubbed against the wall. On the way, Hua Rong had to temporarily stop and patted her sleeves with downcast eyes.

Shi Mu idly studied the messy bricks and stones around him.

Because of the fire, the stones became easily weathered, and over the years, Fengdu became abnormally dusty.

Step on it lightly, and the stones on the ground will not be able to bear the pressure and shatter, rolling into a piece of debris.

Shi Mu looked around, including the bricks and stones that had fallen on the ground, and the surrounding walls were clearly not enough to build a building, which only meant that most of the bricks and stones were weathered.

but……

Huarong looked up, and saw Shi Mu staring at his feet with a pensive face, not knowing what he was looking at.

Hua Rong stepped forward to pat Shi Mu.

"Wait a minute." Shi Mu said.

Shi Mu looked at it quietly for a while, and said, "Do you feel that there is much less dust in this place than before?"

"Huh?" Hearing Shi Mu's words, Huarong only had the heart to look around.

Thinking about it carefully, when I first entered the city, the dust could not wait to accumulate a thick layer to bury the city wall, but the deeper I walked, the dust became less, and now even the original ground is exposed.

It is indeed a bit strange, and it has to be noticed.

"Is it the wind?" Huarong asked.

Shi Mu shook his head: "Probably not, if it was wind, how could it blow from the city to the edge of the city. Besides, there are mountains when you leave Fengdu, so there won't be such a strong wind."

As Shi Mu said, he walked towards the wall, Huarong also followed.

There was still a thin layer of dust near the corner of the wall. Shi Mu squatted down and looked closer to the ground, and found that there were dense and fine scratches on the layer of dust, all of which were facing in one direction regularly.

"What do you think it looks like?" Shi Mu asked.

Huarong also knelt down to identify it, and said, "Someone cleaned it on purpose."

"I think so too, but it's a pity he didn't clean it up." Shi Mu smiled with interest.

The two stood up.

"Do you remember what I said..." Shi Mu kicked the dust away, squinted his eyes, and said, "Fengdu has become a ghost town, but it is said that there are still people active in the city."

"It now appears to be true."

"Who do you think it will be?"

Huarong thought for a while, and said: "Dongyi, Xirong, Nanman, Beidi. I thought this place had already been ruled by Yi and Di tribes, but it seems that it is not the case."

"It's not impossible, but those people don't have such meticulous thoughts, and they still remember to clean up the traces left by themselves," Shi Mu shook his head, "But we will know soon."

Shi Mu slowly closed his eyes, the red plum between his eyebrows flickered, and finally stopped, exuding a faint red light.

There was also a faint halo around Shi Mu, making it hard for people to see his face clearly.

Immortal energy diffuses.

For a moment, Huarong only felt that Shi Mu seemed very far away from him, like a dream in the mirror, unreachable, and in the end it was nothing but nothing.

After all, it is the way of immortals.

Panic spread from the bottom of my heart and lingered.

The immortal promised him that Huarong would not grow old with him.

Huarong couldn't help but wonder if he could think that the immortal wanted him to be by his side all the time.

But he still couldn't feel at ease.

The lifespan of an immortal is too long, and it is far from enough to give him a hundred years.

He wants to tie the fairy firmly to his side.

Up to the poor and down to the underworld.

Even if an immortal has different paths, he still has to reach the same goal!

He still has a way.

No?

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