The lines of the "Slow Hill" are very beautiful, but in the eyes of these two little kids, they can't tell where they are "beautiful". They only care whether the lace curve made by the top light has up and down movements.

"Brother Baoshan, is she dead?"

Shi Baoshan stared nervously at the back of Sisi's neck where the "eagle weapon" he threw out was inserted. The blood flowed out of it did not flow too far away, and it solidified. The color had turned black and red, like two melted sugar strips, which were tightly attached to her top scarf and the ground, forming an integral part.

"Maybe, I'm dead! There's no movement. Don't be afraid!"

Shi Baoshan was both shocked and scared, and he had to try to control his panic. He responded to the trembling in his voice, betraying the fear in his heart.

The more you say "not afraid", the more you are "feared". After all, there are too many deaths Shi Baoshan has seen during this period.

The two little eagles squeezed together and took a nap. They seemed to be eating too much just now. At this time, they felt sleepy and fell asleep irresistible.

"Tick!"

Just when they were both nervously trying to use the "eagle weapon" to touch Sisi's body, a large drop of gelatinous liquid suddenly fell from directly above the light at the top, dripping to the wound on Qingqing's neck, and quickly wrapped the wound together with the two "eagle weapons" inserted on it. The "tick" sound made when it came into contact seemed particularly loud.

"Does go!"

Shi Baoshan pulled Bai Haba, and the two quickly retreated to the side to avoid the unknown "attack" from above.

Then, with another "tick, tick", more liquid dripped down the same route, and it didn't take long to wrap Sisi into a transparent "human figurine".

The last bunch of connections that were pulled down turned into "rubber bands" like spider webs, and they were attached to the "human figurines" and put them on.

Shi Baoshan covered Bai Haba's mouth that he wanted to scream without blinking, and kept observing the sudden change that lasted only a few dozen seconds. Until Sisi rose and disappeared, his eyes became dry because he didn't blink for a long time. He had to close it hard, and his eyes rolled around secretly for a few times, making his eyes a little wet, and then he opened his eyes again.

The light above made them unable to see clearly who brought Sisi up.

"Is it that monk again? He is here to save his 'junior sister'?"

Bai Haba waited for Shi Baoshan to let go of his hand covering his mouth and quickly expressed his opinion.

"Don't worry! What we have to consider now is how to escape from here. At least, we are safe now."

Shi Baoshan sorted out his clothes, looked at the two sleeping eagles, then walked over and held them in his hands.

"Brother Baoshan, I'll help get one too!"

While holding Xiaoying tightly, the two of them stared at the bright direction of their heads, worried that something strange would suddenly descend and attack them.

At this time, they found that the light was gradually fading away without realizing it.

Until the little eagle in their hands was disturbed by sleep and was still uncomfortable, they started to scream. The sound was amplified by a circle of reflections on the stone walls around them, and the light on it suddenly lit up again. Until the scream became weaker and smaller, the light gradually faded.

"Brother Baoshan, when they yell, the top will light up; when they stop yelling, the top will get dark. Do you think anyone is staring at them? Are they their relatives? Are you afraid that we will get them away?"

Bai Haba found that apart from the light being emitted and extinguished, there was no substantial damage or danger coming. He also became bolder and began to show off his "smart" to Shi Baoshan.

"Or right! But we obviously took it from under its mother's belly! Who else would there be?"

At this moment, Shi Baoshan suffered from physical overdrawing and started to have some fever, and his mind was difficult to stabilize. He just wanted to find a place to rest well first.

"Brother Baoshan, you are uncomfortable! I think the pile of feathers are good, so I'll set up a bed for you! You can rest first."

Bai Haba found that sweat had already oozed out of Shi Baoshan's forehead due to the difficulty and endurance of pain, so he quickly found a solution.

Although these "eagle feathers" are very hard, each branch is very large and densely arranged, which is really a good "sanctuary": its size is very exaggerated, and each single branch can exceed 2 meters on average. Even if two people lie side by side, they can hold a few more people. It is really affluent.

Bai Haba found two smoother stones and used them as pillows. The two were already exhausted and exhausted. They both held the eagle and bent their bodies into the shape of a baby in their mother's belly, and fell asleep.

The water droplets above the deep valley were still "tick, tick", striking the clock and pointer-like beats.

"Die, idie, idie..."

The hour hand was walking, and Wang Li was listening to the "beep" sound on the watch, while being affected by the problem of "flood discharge" below. Shen Si was pulling and pulling between the lookout platform of the "Porcelain World" and the bed in the dormitory. It hurts on the top and the bottom, it hurts too.

Finally, the nervous system held a discussion meeting, and the final conclusion was: healthy adults must not wet the bed.

Wang Li was pulled back to the bed by this "iron rule". This time it was his turn to get up violently and quickly get out of bed and rush into the bathroom.

The idea of ​​having a head and legs, the idea of ​​having a leg, the movement of Wang Li was still tripped by the lack of warming up of his legs, and he sat down on the edge of the bed where he got off the bed. He was padded under his butt, which hurt so much. That was Xin Wu's free and elegant foot. He was originally quite stunned, but after he sat like this, he was also pulled up.

"Siba! Slow down! Your feet are about to break!"

Wang Li guls, "I'm sorry!" The man rushed out quickly.

Xin Wu turned sideways and gave up a large space along the edge of the bed, in case the king's house is "crushing" again in a while.

The door was gently opened and closed again, and there was almost no movement.

With a guilty mood, Wang Li returned to the dormitory and gently lifted the door upwards, making the sound as small as possible when the door shaft rotated.

However, with his "solid" weight, he inevitably made a "crunch" sound when he returned to his bed.

Strangely, on this night, even the quilt was lifted up and fell down, making a huge sound.

The moonlight was still moving slowly, and a straight ray of light was reflected in the dormitory, reflecting back and forth in various directions, breaking through the darkness of the night.

At this time, the light happened to pass through the glass cup placed at the head of the bed in Wangli. The remaining half cup level inside reflected another symmetrical white moonlight. It was unbiased and did not drop a few brightness and shot to the nose of Wangli, like a light source with a small wattage illuminated. Behind the eyelids, the photosensitive optic nerve of the eyeball that had not yet been turned over to the sky, was captured by the photosensitive optic nerve of the eyeball that had not yet been turned over. Therefore, a series of brain wave circuit reactions walked into the hippocampus area in Wangli's mind, causing a wrong judgment:

"It's dawn."

The spirit that had just relaxed was once again troubled by the "wrong order" that could not sleep easily. Wang Li had to turn around and turn his face away, avoiding this unpopular "white moonlight".


Chapter completed!