V4.Chapter 7

However, it was said that after Shengluan flew into the hole in the mural, he flew out of the cave, but Dabao was surprised that it was noon when they came in. How long has it been since then?

Shengluan didn't fly too high, and it didn't fly very fast. It wasn't because it couldn't carry an adult and four children, but Dabao let it do so.

Dabao needs to observe the terrain to determine where they came from.

After so many days of schooling, and King Yan also took his three brothers to study abroad, Dabao was still very familiar with the terrain of the capital.

After they entered the cave, they did walk for a while, maybe they walked out of Guozijian, but they should never have left the capital, but looking at the surrounding terrain, where does the capital look like? It is clearly a barren mountain.

Dabao didn't understand why it was like this.

No matter how smart Dabao is, he is still just a child. No one has given him any information about the Holy Land, so for him, the Holy Land is just a place name for the time being.

The mountains below were very quiet, and occasionally there would be a sound of a beast or two. Dabao found an empty grass below. He patted Shengluan on the back and motioned for it to put them down.

Sheng Luan flew down low, and when he was about to land, he threw the white-haired old man to the ground.

The white-haired old man slammed his mouth into the mud.

However, Dabao also discovered that although he was the same age as Grandma and Doctor Cui, his body was much stronger than theirs. He was more like Sikong Zuzu, a man with martial arts.

So Dabao is not worried about him being thrown out.

Sheng Luan was very gentle when he put down a few children. It first fell gently on the ground, and then slowly lowered its wings. Dabao slid down his wings.

Dabao has no plans to put down his two sleeping younger brothers for the time being. It is also good to sleep on Shengluan's back, which is warm and safe.

Dabao took out a pen and paper.

His pen and paper was a set, made by Yu Wan himself, with a wooden board at the bottom. On the board, a lot of white paper the size of a book was stitched with needles and thread, and fixed at the top with an iron frame. The charcoal pen was improved by Yu Wan and put on a set The metal sleeve has a wire on the top connected to the iron clip. When not writing, the charcoal pen is placed in the card slot next to the wooden board. If you forget to put it back after writing, you don't have to worry about losing it.

Dabao wrote: Where is this?

The white-haired old man spit out the mud in his mouth: "On the way to the Holy Land!"

What is the Holy Land?

Dabao wrote again.

The white-haired old man said impatiently: "The Holy Land is the Holy Land, where else could it be? How old are you? Have you never heard of the Holy Land?"

In the world that the white-haired old man is familiar with, everyone knows about the Holy Land, just like everyone in Dazhou has heard of the capital, so how could such a well-informed child not know about the Holy Land?

In fact, Dabao really doesn't know.

Suddenly, Xiaobao rubbed his eyes and sat up. He looked at the cloth ruler tied to his stomach, then at Erbao beside him, and Dabao and his sister on the opposite ground. Breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dabao, I'm hungry." Xiaobao said.

"I'm hungry too." Erbao also woke up.

Today's schoolbag is for Yan Xiaosi, so there is no snack. Dabao's stomach growled and he was hungry.

Shengluan opened his wings in surprise and walked towards Dabao. The bird's ears were attached to Dabao's stomach, making sure that he heard the sound of hunger. He flapped his wings, indicating that he could find something to eat!

Dabao thought about it and decided to go with everyone.

Dabao had thought about letting Shengluan go by himself, but he was always worried about this old man who was full of lies. He didn't want them to be alone with each other. As for letting Shengluan bring the old man with white hair, but This is not a cave, but a wilderness ridge. The four of them stay here and may encounter danger at any time.

So the best way is for everyone not to leave Shengluan.

Dabao carried his sister and sat on Shengluan's back.

The white-haired old man rubbed his sore waist: "Speaking of which I can sit this time... ah—"

He was caught by Shengluan and flew into the air.

The night was dark, the wind was cold, and in a strange place, San Xiaodan sat on Shengluan's back and leaned tightly together. As long as they were still together, they seemed to have the courage to face everything.

"Gu--" Sheng Luan called out, flapping his wings and flying to the southeast.

The white-haired old man cried out: "Oh, can't go, can't go!"

This time, Dabao didn't ask why the white-haired old man couldn't go, because he saw the place where Shengluan flew to was shrouded in a thick fog-like black air.

Not only he saw it, but Erbao and Xiaobao also saw it.

"What a big dark cloud." Xiaobao said.

"It's not dark clouds, it's black fog." Erbao said.

"Where is the black fog? The fog is all white!" said Xiaobao.

"Oh, that's the black fog! It's just that!"

"No no no no!"

"that is!"

"no!"

The two little black eggs quarreled.

The white-haired old man is going crazy, when are you still in the mood to quarrel? It wasn't a dark cloud, it wasn't a black fog, it was demonic energy!

But it's very strange. When I passed by here, I clearly had no demonic energy. How many years have passed since then? Why is such a large area covered with strong demonic energy?

Has something happened to the Holy Land?

Dabao gently scratched Shengluan's feathers, signaling it not to go.

Sheng Luan turned his head and grunted.

There is something to eat!

"Dabao, I'm so hungry." Xiaobao touched his hungry belly.

"I'm so hungry, too." Erbao also touched his belly aggrieved.

Of course Dabao understood that the two younger brothers were really hungry, because even he was hungry, and they ate the same lunch, but he was still a little hesitant.

At this moment, Yan Xiaosi woke up in a daze. She stuck her little head out of her schoolbag and leaned against Dabao's shoulder, "Wow~"

She is also hungry.

Dabao decided to go!

Sheng Luan flew into the black fog, and the white-haired old man was so frightened that his soul was almost gone.

Sheng Luan flew to the edge of a cliff outside an orchard.

Dabao jumped to the ground, walked to the white-haired old man, took out a pen and paper and wrote in a swish: "Go pick some fruits."

It is already very dangerous to enter here, and the white-haired old man will not do it!

The white-haired old man glared: "You are going to be crazy! I'm not crazy! You are so fat and still eating, you can pick it yourself!"

Yan Xiaosi cried out loudly!

People are not fat!

They are little ladies, little beauties, little cuties!

Dabao motioned to Shengluan to pick up the white-haired old man and hang it on the cliff, and then he wrote coldly: I will give you a chance to reorganize the language.

White-haired old man: "..."