Chapter 1224: Half beast 77

Chapter 1224 Half-Beast 77
Perhaps, he is too sensitive.
But he still didn't dare to leave, but waited silently, waiting for her to come out.
This is a morning. When the sun hangs high above the head, Yanmeng finally realizes what he is rushing to the wooden house. He directly hits the wooden door and enters the house.
I saw the rain in the north and the bed was motionless. The feet of Yan Meng were like rooting, and dare not go forward.
He kept telling himself in his heart that she just slept hard and she just fell asleep.
At this moment, Wang Xin walked into the wooden house and saw Yan Meng stupidly standing there, while Bei Yuyu was lying on the bed. He felt a little strange, his eyes swept back and forth between the two.
"Rain, why can't you still get up?" Wang Xin shouted at the bed, but the people on the bed did not respond.
This time, Wang Xin immediately realized what he was looking at.
He was preparing to rush, but he was pulled by Yan Meng.
Wang Xin yelled at him: "You have to let me go. I want to see her, what the is going on."
Yan Meng said calmly: "She just fell asleep, you don't want to quarrel with her."
"What fell asleep, she is very likely..." Wang Xin screamed at Yan Meng, but his voice was half-finished, but it stopped abruptly, only because he saw pain in his eyes.
Wang Xinyi stood in the same place.
He looked at Yan Meng, and then looked at the North Rain in bed, silently retired.
On that day, Yanmeng stayed in the wooden house for a whole day.
On that day, everyone in the Chifeng tribe knew that the northern rains had left.
From that day onwards, Yanmeng stayed in the wooden house day and night.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers gently touching her cold cheeks, and muttered in his mouth: "North, you have been sleeping for a long time, get up and talk with me for a while?"
No one responded.
"You are not too tired, so I don't want to wake up." His voice was filled with a hint of tenderness, but in this petting voice it was a slight trembling, as if there was something, it would touch it. Broken, it will be disillusioned.
"You sleep. I am with you. Don't let anyone bother you."
"Sleep enough, remember to wake up, okay?"
......
Wang Xin, who was outside the wooden house, listened to the whisper of Yan Meng’s voice, and his tears fell without competing.
The outside of the house was filled with the orcs of the Chifeng tribe. All of them stood there quietly, their faces were full of sorrow, and many females suppressed the crying and did not dare to let out loud.
Never sleep, for a full seven days.
Everyone from the Chifeng tribe came to ask for Yanmeng to bury the northern rain.
Yan Meng ignored the sound outside, and softly said to the people on the bed: "They are too noisy, and you are not willing to wake up. I will take you to a place that belongs to only two of us."
Yan Meng hugged her body and walked out of the log house.
The people of the Chifeng tribe thought that he had figured it out. The next second, he saw Yan Meng holding the northern rain and spreading his wings. In the blink of an eye, they could no longer see the two.
Yan Meng walked away and left the Chifeng tribe with her body.
No one knows where he is going.
Since then, the Chifeng tribe has never had a fire, no North wizard.
Countless years have passed, and the people of the Chifeng tribe are constantly looking for Yanmeng, but the stories they hear are always legends.
He seems to have disappeared from the world, and no one has seen him.
Ps: Seventh, there are three more later...
(End of this chapter)