Everything changed too suddenly, and until now Ye Yu still can't believe that Yejia Village will be wiped out, and it is such an extreme way to die.

When cleaning up old things in Yejia Village, Ye Yu found that the 10,000 jin boulder and the 100,000 jin boulder that were originally on the training ground of Yejia Village were missing, and the clan weapons of Yejia Village disappeared with them.

Kyushu Ding!

It was the Divine Weapon Treasure that the ancestor of the Ye Family used to unify the world, but with the destruction of the Ye Family Village, it was gone, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

Everything was shrouded in a layer of fog, and Night Feather couldn't see the truth behind the fog, so he could only have a vague question in his heart, and then buried this question deep in his heart.

The bloody day had already fallen on the mountain, and Ye Yu had already left Yejia Village for some distance, and he walked forward according to the mountain road that had accompanied Ye Fan, which had nine twists and eighteen bends.

Ye Yu only accompanied Ye Fan half of the day that day, and the remaining half was because Ye Fan wanted to walk alone, so Ye Yu also gave up, he wanted Ye Fan to go his own way, not the road he arranged, that kind of life was meaningless.

Everyone has their own path to take, and should not be arranged by others, that kind of life is not called life, but a puppet.

Living like a puppet has no meaning at all.

Night began to fall, Night Feather was still alone dragging heavy steps step by step, not in a hurry or impatient, now he has returned to his former state, he has deeply imprinted the blood feud in the blood and bones, he is always reminding himself that he still has unfinished business.

"Brother, are you still in that temple?" Night Feather muttered as she sat under the tree, lighting a fire and looking at the crescent moon above her head.

Ye Fan once said that Ye Yu did not go to the temple, but he personally sent Ye Fan out of the village, and the rest of the way was for Ye Fan to walk by himself, according to Ye Fan, there would be an old monk to pick him up on the way. Therefore, it is very difficult for outsiders to enter the remote temple.

Little Mount Meru.

More than five years ago, when Yefan was about to leave the village, he told Yeyu that the mountain of the small temple was located 100,000 miles away from Yejia Village, and that mountain was also next to the Death Desert, and was called Little Sumeru Mountain.

There is only one small dilapidated temple on the hill. There is only an old monk and a Buddha statue in the temple, and there is nothing else.

The mountain is called Little Sumeru Mountain, and the temple is the Little Sumeru Temple.

Everything made Ye Yu feel a little strange when he thought about it, but Ye Fan said that the old monk treated him very well and taught him everything. So Ye Yu didn't interfere too much, as long as Ye Fan was happy.

Now that the night is late, in this deep mountain and old forest, the vision is extremely disturbed, for unnecessary trouble, Ye Yu chose to wait for dawn and then hurry, there is no need to open the writing wheel in order to hurry, then it is really worth the loss, he just wants to go to Xiao Sumeru Mountain to take a look at Ye Fan, take a look at his younger brother. If everything is okay in the night, then he can do what he wants with confidence.

Looking at the thin moonlight, and then looking down at the beast on the fire, smelling the fragrant smell of meat, Night Feather took out a jar of wine.

"Oh, oh, oh, hehe, have you ever been well, can you continue to live in paradise in another world without worry?"

Night Feather didn't drink, but he looked at the meat on the fire and couldn't help but think of the bonfire party that night. However, it was the last time for them, the first time they drank and sang, but it also became the last time in this life. And only once.

Thinking of the events of that night, the corners of Ye Yu's mouth couldn't help but show a smile, but behind that smile was a thick sadness.

The figures of Night Battle, Night Smoke, Night Shuai and others flashed in front of their eyes, as if they were by their side, and they never left.

Nightfeather tried to catch them, but all they did was the fallen leaves falling from the trees. All he grasped were memories.

There is no resurrection from the dead.

Ye Yu sighed softly, and took down the fragrant barbecue on the fire, he ate it one by one, and drank the wine one by one, eating and drinking, but his tears fell involuntarily.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

It's like he doesn't seem to be eating fragrant barbecue or wine, but the most bitter bitter wine in the world, the most unpleasant smell of barbecue in the world.

"Quack-quack-"

Just as Night Feather was still immersed in his memory, a terrible cry pulled his thoughts back.

Now that the night is late, especially in this incomparably quiet deep mountain and old forest, this sudden cry is particularly mournful, as if it is like a baby's cry, and like the laughter of an old woman, but Ye Yu can hear it clearly.

This is the cry of a crow.

He didn't dare to assert if it was the sound of other animals or birds, but he was too familiar with the crow's call, whether it was in his previous life or in this life, he liked the black crow very much, but in this life he rarely saw the real crow, and he only condensed his crow clone.

The raven is like himself.

The world calls the crow an ominous bird, and everyone respects it.

Just like his identity in his previous life, everyone avoids him like a snake and scorpion.

Therefore, the crow is very similar to his fate, which is not tolerated and spurned by the world.

Now that the terrible cry of a crow suddenly sounded in the deep mountains and old forests, how could Night Feather not be surprised?

Without any hesitation, Nightfeather extinguished the fire and galloped towards the source of the sound, wanting to see why the crow was crying so miserably.

"Quack-quack-"

"Chirp-tweet-"

This time it wasn't the crow's cry alone, there was another voice, the voice was slightly angry, as if the crow had provoked it, Night Feather didn't dare to delay, he ran towards the source of the sound as quickly as possible, and opened the fairy pupil, he didn't want to release his divine sense, he didn't know if there were demon beasts in front of him, and he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble because of his divine sense, so the best way was to open the writing wheel.

The Sharingan ignores the darkness, and the eyes that shine in the dark are as if they were living in the daytime.

From rebirth to the present, Ye Yu Yue is more and more shocked by his immortal pupils, he doesn't know where the source of this kind of eyes is, but he understands how terrible and rebellious this kind of eyes is, especially in this life, with the improvement of the realm, with the activation of the blood of the Xuanyang body little by little, his immortal pupils are becoming more and more weird, and they are becoming more and more unpredictable.

"Bang"

"Knock" (To be continued.) )