After hearing Liu Qianqian's concerning question, Hongyu pulled out of his immersed thoughts. He turned his head to look at Liu Qianqian, then waved his head slightly, smiled slightly, and did not make a sound.

His eyes fell on Hong Qiufeng again, and then he slowly said: "You go! Third uncle! I will ask Grandpa Qing when I go back!"

When Hong Qiufeng heard this, he couldn't help but look surprised on his face and asked in surprise: "Are you not afraid... are you afraid that I will do something to you?"

"You don't have that ability!"

After Hongyu said something calmly, he turned around and walked back to the bunch of bonfires.

Hong Qiufeng was like a statue, stunned in place for a long time. His hands gradually tightened, his heart full of resentment and resentment. He looked fiercely in the direction of Hongyu and Liu Qianqian, and then forced himself to stand up, and his figure disappeared into the thick night.

Liu Qianqian looked at the direction of Hong Qiufeng leaving, closed her mouth, and asked in confusion after a long time, "Brother Hongyu, have you let your third uncle go?"

Hongyu lies on his head with his hands on his back on the grass, looking at the stars in the night sky [www.biquku.biz], and smiled helplessly, "What else do I have to do besides letting him go? No matter what he did wrong, he is my third uncle after all!"

Liu Qianqian just opened her mouth, as if she had something to say, but after hearing Hongyu's words, she swallowed the words to her mouth again, sighed with emotion, and then she didn't mention a word.

On the third floor of the ancient tower, Xiao Yang was still in a coma, but he seemed to have had an extremely long dream. In the dream, all the ancestors of the Xiao family appeared one after another. These images had no dialogue with him, just closed their mouths, as if they were telling him something, but the volume was too small, and he was really unspeakable. He could only see the ancestors of the Xiao family showing him some postures.

However, he had no way of knowing what these postures were useful.

He could only remember all the movements displayed by the ancestors of the Xiao family in his mind in his sleep with his own memory, and gradually began to sweat outwards, as if he was doing extremely violent exercises in his sleep.

Butcher Li, who was eyeing her, has been standing not far from Xiao Yang, with his legs crossed, looking like a Maitreya Buddha, but he didn't have the courage to approach, for fear of being burned by the hot air waves like magma that were shrouded on Xiao Yang's body again, so he had to wait silently.

The food that he had knocked over to the ground before was picked up by him again, and he stuffed it into his mouth voraciously, murmured, "What's this tmd called? I have to wait here!"

He could not estimate when the wave of air formed by the spiritual power of Xiao Yang would dissipate. The only way in front of him was to wait.

Xiao Yang's brows were frowning tightly in his sleep, his face as if he had just been washed by water, and his father was covered in cold sweat. His dream once again appeared in his dream. He muttered in his dream, calling his father, but there was no response at all.

Suddenly a gap was opened in his mind, and a strong light shot directly into his mind along the gap. A roar sounded in his ears, followed by a loud noise.

He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up straight, but all his consciousness seemed to be still in his sleep. He slowly waved his head left and right, looked around his environment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!