At the moment when the darkness fell, the windless swaying trees of the Long River Forest stopped, and they emitted colorful light.

Not only the trees, but also most of the things that still exist within the aperture gradually light up with colorful light.

The long river forest is reflected like a fairyland.

It's just that the color is so brilliant that it always gives people a greasy feeling, as if the deepest color is applied to a dirty canvas.

In the area called the Low Hills, you can see a huge circle of light rising in the dark at every location.

"How many haven't been harvested?" When the night came, the two talismans of Huang Mao found the rice field and found Lu Kui to ask.

The night was hazy, and it was no longer clear how much rice was left.

"It's almost 90 percent. Lu Kui gasped slightly, if it weren't for the help of the patrol team, I am afraid it would not be possible to be so efficient.

Master Mao shook his head and said, "It's out of sight, let them go back, don't let anything happen at this time." ”

Lu Kui nodded, turned around and shouted loudly, telling everyone to retreat to the village.

The tired villagers are still a little reluctant, but there are too many dangers to face in the dark night.

The shadows that lurk in the dark night are strange, and no one knows when they will attack them.

They had to retreat from the fields.

Back in the village, many villagers began to join the threshing work again, and they had to threak all the harvested rice into sacks overnight and take it away.

On the patrol side, only basic patrol personnel were left, and the rest were sent to help.

Zhou Fan's four warriors from Sanqiu Village were called into the assembly house by the two Fu masters of Huang Mao and began to discuss how to migrate.

The migration of more than 1,000 people was a very cumbersome matter, and by the time the discussion was over, it was already late at night, and there was only one and a half hours left before dawn.

Considering that they would face more danger tomorrow when they went into the wilderness, the village did not let the villagers stay awake, but let them go back to rest after the matter was done in a hurry.

Zhou Fan left the patrol camp and walked in the silent village, his face was very calm, without too much sentimentality.

Back in his house, the old man came out of the house and wagged his tail at him, Zhou Fan patted the old dog's head and took it into the house.

Everything that could be taken away from the room was packed up and stacked in the main hall.

Zhou Zhou Mu and Gui Feng hadn't slept yet, and when they saw Zhou Fan coming back, they hurriedly persuaded him to eat.

Zhou Fan asked them to hurry up and rest, they had a busy day today, and they had to get up early tomorrow to hurry, and it was very dangerous to be in a trance in the wild.

On Monday, the two of them went back to the room.

Zhou Fan looked at his father's back, he could feel his father's worry, it was worry about the unknown future.

In fact, not only Zhou Zhou Mu and his wife, Zhou Fan also felt the pressure to let him walk alone in the wild, he was not afraid, but with ordinary people like his father and mother, he was very worried.

Zhou Fan ate some things to fill his stomach, just drank a few sips of cold flame wine, and cooperated with the mental method of Yan Yang Qi to operate and refine, and then lay down and went to bed.

Enter the Grey River space and reappear on the ship.

Zhou Fan just glanced at it and saw the fog.

In front of the square table was an iron pot, and the red clay stove under the iron pot was spewing a scorching yellow flame, and the flames were sizzling the hot oil in the iron pot.

The mist poured various spices and flour into a white jade plate, then glued the sliced strange fish fillets to the flour in the basin, and threw them into the iron pot and fried them.

While frying the soul fish fillet, he picked it up with chopsticks and ate it easily.

Zhou Fan walked towards him.

Fog didn't pay attention to Zhou Fan, just silently ate the fried fish pieces, and when there was no transaction, Fog became very cold and arrogant.

Zhou Fan told Wu what he had seen and heard today.

After hearing this, Wu said calmly: "The color clothes are not something you can deal with, so run away." ”

"What is the origin of the colorful body?" Zhou Fan thought for a while and asked.

"One year life. "The fog quoted the price, which is the price of the color clothing body information.

"What if I want you to deal with Caiyi for me?" Zhou Fan asked tentatively, he wanted to confirm if this thing could be dealt with, or if the fog could deal with it?

The chopsticks in Wu's hand paused, glanced at Zhou Fan and said, "It's no fun, you can't afford to pay this price." ”

That is to be able to deal with it, Zhou Fan thought silently in his heart, but the fog was unwilling to say more, Zhou Fan could only walk to the side and practice the knife technique.

Those gray worms couldn't be used easily, and he had to think about whether these gray worms should be exchanged with the fog.

Besides, even if you exchange it with the fog now, it will be too late to cultivate the "Purple Gold Bajia" anti-Duan Gong and blood gold.

Zhou Fan fell asleep too late, and he didn't practice the sword technique for long before he was forced to withdraw from the gray river space.

Wu had already removed the things on the table, he was drinking tea, and only then did he put down the teacup after watching Zhou Fan's figure disappear.

"Colorful clothes ......" Mist looked down and muttered to himself, the emotions contained in his voice were very complicated.

......

He leaned against the trees in a daze, and the dead trees behind him flowed with colorful lights, and there was a similar light all around.

The dazzling light made it take him a long time to get used to it after he woke up.

His face was covered in mud, and when he wiped it with his hand, a layer of mud powder fell.

His eyes looked confused.

He couldn't remember who he was, and he patted his head with his hand in frustration.

He looked up at the brightening firmament within the aperture, the blue-gray sky.

He lowered his head again and looked around, and he felt like he was in a fairyland.

He had read a lot of books, and some of the miscellaneous books described the fairyland was not as good as here, and the colorful colors gave him a sense of intimacy.

He reached out and touched the squirming spores on the trees, and a string of spores crept up his hand, making a strange sound that only he could hear.

The colorful spores that should have felt disgusting also gave him a very kind feeling, and he frowned slightly and shook off the spores in his hand.

He stood up and walked slowly through the colorful dead forest, which was beautiful, but he couldn't help but want to go outside.

Covered in mud, he walked slowly, and soon he saw many people like him, who were walking out of the woods like him.

He should have felt happy and went over to say hello, but he didn't do it, and just walked out step by step.

Those people turned a blind eye to him as well.

He was a little puzzled in his heart, but he didn't think much of it, he saw the boundary of the aperture.

After a pause, he stepped out of his stride, unhindered, and easily crossed the aperture to the outside.

As if a familiar scene filled his vision, he seemed to have returned to the world from a fairyland.

This fact was confirmed from the bottom of his heart, and he was delighted in his heart.

He returned to the world.