The boy looked up and could not see any wind and snow.

The boy lowered his head and felt no coldness.

He looked up and could still see the wind and snow in the sky outside, but in this flower city, no snowflakes fell.

If he had never met that tiger master, he would feel extremely at ease. If he had never heard of the tiger master's story and had never thought about the situation where corpses were everywhere, he would only happily praise the Taoist Dharma of the Taoist Sect.

But he has seen it, heard it, and thought about it!

Now he is just angry, only angry!

He didn't even want to go home, he just wanted to look back to find the tiger master, so he turned around.

But when he turned around, he saw his father.

He was a lion-like man, one of the most powerful people in the entire Huacheng, and one of the most powerful people in the entire Huacheng and even the entire Chunzhou. He was his idol since he was a child, and the person he wanted to be the most in his life.

But now, the boy was disappointed and even a little contempt when he looked at his father. He looked at his father's clothes and felt extremely annoying!

He staggered his eyes and did not touch the joy in his father's eyes, but gave a tribute, bypassed him and wanted to leave the city...

"Um?……"

Feng Lie looked at the eyes of his beloved young son and frowned. He didn't wait for a kind hug. It's okay. It's okay if the child grows up. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, but what does it mean to just bypass him and leave?

Feng Lie frowned and grabbed his son, who was about to bypass his son, but he just grabbed him for nothing!

"Good boy!" Feng Lie's eyes lit up. He had eighth-level cultivation, and it would not be easy to catch a boy of the third level even if he had no intention or effort.

Feng Lie looked at his youngest son who was most beloved, and continued to walk out of the city with a smile. He could see that this kid hadn't had a full meal for at least a month, but in this case he could still avoid his casual grab and leave only a trace on the ground. It seemed that this door was not in vain.

The boy didn't think much about it. He just borrowed flowers and offered Buddha with one move, and transferred all the strength in his father's hands to his feet. He had used up his remaining magic power. He just wanted to run out quickly.

It just took off his body in an instant and told him that it was just a delusion.

"You bastard, let me go! I don't have time to play house with you! I have something to do!" The boy struggled for a few times and found that he couldn't move, and he instantly started to curse!

Feng Lie's face twitched, looking at the pedestrians around him, and then he slapped the boy in his hand unconscious, picked up the sack he had fallen and flew back home.

"Don't ask me! Ask your son!" Feng Lie looked at the woman who came out of the room and said directly and blocked her.

"My little wind!" The woman who came out of the room stared at Feng Lie, and shouted directly at the boy in his hand.

Then the yard was full of chaos and it took a while to calm down.

"Let me tell you, Feng Lie, look at what Xiao Feng is like, and how he is still pretending. If Xiao Feng has something wrong, wait for me!" The woman put her waist on her waist and stared at Feng Lie with gritted teeth.

"I tell you, Hua Jing, can you just cause trouble for me if you have anything to do? This has nothing to do with me. If I hadn't been blocked, this little bastard would have run away!" Feng Lie looked at the boy's love with an impatient look: "I tell you, do you know, this little bastard just called me a bastard! I just knocked him out and brought him back."

"You call him a bastard, is there anything wrong with him calling you a bastard?" Hua Jing rolled her beautiful eyes.

Feng Lie was choked and he looked at his son who was lying on the bed and took a deep breath and spoke: "He was knocked unconscious by me. He will wake up in about an hour. I will..."

The boy on the bed opened his eyes, struggled a few times to sit up, looked at his father and mother next to him, and shook his head to try to wake him up.

Hua Jing's mouth looked at Feng Lie with ridicule, and her meaning was obvious: One hour?

Feng Lie turned his head and didn't look at his wife's face, but he cursed in his heart: What's wrong with this little brat? Where did a third-rank Taoist priest get so many tricks?

The boy woke up and looked at his home. He wanted to leave, but suddenly stopped.

"Xiaofeng, what's wrong?" Hua Jing hurriedly looked at the boy's movements and said, "Are you feeling a little uncomfortable?"

The boy looked at her and did not answer. He just thought that if he went to Hu Ye again, it would be useless. It would be better to find some help at home.

"My little wind!" Hua Jing stretched out her hands and wanted to hug the boy.

"Mom, I haven't taken a shower for three months. If you don't think it smells bad and dirty, then just hug me." The boy spoke calmly.

"My poor Xiaofeng!" Hua Jing hugged the boy tightly, rubbed his hair with his hands, and looked at Feng Lie on the side: "It's all your fault. You can't do anything well, and my Xiaofeng has suffered so much..."

Feng Lie was speechless on the side. Well, it was his fault!

"Okay, mom, let go. I have something to ask you." The boy pulled a few times, broke free from his mother's arms, and looked at the prepared food, so he walked over and said while eating.

"Eat slowly, don't worry." Hua Jing looked at the voracious boy with some distress and spoke.

The boy shook his head, swallowed the food in his mouth, and looked at his mother on the side: "Mom, you have seventh-grade cultivation. If you use your full strength, how big can you achieve in such a wind and snow?"

Hua Jing was stunned. She really didn't expect the boy to ask this, but she didn't hide anything: "If I prepare time, I can establish a result of about one mile, but if it is maintained for a long time, I can only maintain a result of one hundred meters for a long time."

Seventh level of cultivation, a radius of 100 meters.

The boy thought about the size of Huacheng and the size of the entire Chunzhou, and could only eat a few bites of rice.

"Xiaofeng, eat slowly, don't worry. If it's not enough, I'll let someone make it for you." Hua Jing said again as she looked at the boy.

The boy shook his head, but his mind continued to turn without any pause. Suddenly, he stopped chopsticks and looked at his father on the side: "Dad, do you still have idle guards and housekeepers at home?"

Feng Lie was also stunned for a moment and spoke directly to the side: "Come on, invite Butler Wang."

Butler Wang is named Wang Ping. He is an old man from the Feng family and has a sixth-grade cultivation level. He is in his early seventies this year. However, he is only in his prime at the age of the sixth-grade cultivation level for three hundred years.

"Hello Uncle Wang." The young man immediately stood up and saluted as soon as he saw Wang Ping.

"Hello, Master Feng, Hello, Master and Madam." Wang Ping stood respectfully beside him and spoke.

"If you have any, just tell Wang Ping to do it." Feng Lie smiled at the young man.

The boy was not polite either. He nodded, opened the sack he brought back, counted it and handed it to Wang Ping, and then took out the IOU from his arms and handed it to him: "Uncle Wang, there is a small county town eight hundred miles south of Huacheng, and there is a small town less than a hundred miles north of the county town, and there is a small pawnshop in the town. The silver on this IOU is the price of the items on my pawn, and you will pay it back after you go there."

Wang Ping nodded seriously, looked at the numbers on the IOU, and then took them back into his arms and continued to listen.

"The things in this sack are from the wealthy families in the town and the county town. You can inquire which ones you want to ask for, return them the food for 800 people in total for three months, and send them to the mountain about 80 miles south of the town. The place is easy to find, and there are many newly built houses in the mountains. Find someone called "Thuye" and give the food to him." The young man continued to explain in detail.

Wang Ping listened carefully, and after the young man finished speaking, he asked: "Does this 'Tiger Master' have any characteristics?"

The boy laughed and shook his head: "There is only one of the mountains with cultivation. He is a sword cultivator. As soon as you enter the mountains, he will come to you. He talks to you about how many people suffer under the heavy snow and asks you to help with things. As for his appearance, he is straight and extremely thin, and always has a fake smile. It is easy to recognize."

After hearing this, Wang Ping confirmed again: "A small county town with a height of 800 miles south of Huacheng, a small town with a height of 100 miles north of the county town, and a mountain range with a height of about 80 miles south of the town, right?"

After hearing this, the boy nodded. He thought for a while and said again: "Uncle Wang, don't add anything to it!"

Wang Ping couldn't help but look at the boy, looked at the serious expression of a year, and couldn't help but look at Feng Lie on the side.

Feng Lie was a little strange when he listened to the boy's words, but he nodded to Wang Ping and said nothing.

Wang Ping then spoke seriously: "Okay, Master Feng, I'll pack up my things now and set off right away!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Wang!" The young man saluted seriously.

Seeing Wang Ping's back leaving, Hua Jing couldn't help but look at Feng Lie on the side. Both of them felt that their son had changed his life this time.

"Xiaofeng, did you encounter anything on your way back this time?" Hua Jing asked cautiously.

"Nothing." The boy looked up, looked at his mother, and then looked at his father: "I just saw a lot of dead people. Then I felt very uncomfortable when I saw that there was no snowflake in the Flower City."

Hua Jing and Feng Lie looked at each other, and then looked at their son with a little worried look. They all came from young people and knew how uncomfortable it would be for a boy to encounter such a thing.

"Xiao Feng, but I think I'm not doing well for my father? Do you think I don't care about those outsiders at all? I..." Feng Lie turned his head and spoke, but was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Dad, I believe in you." The boy looked at his father's eyes, no longer had the hesitation and disappointment he had before, but continued to admire him: "I have thought about it, Dad, you are not that kind of person. Under such natural disasters, there is not much that a person can do. I believe Dad, you must have done your best!"

"Mom, you must do your best!" The boy looked at his mother next to him: "When human resources are too poor, I believe that parents are not the kind of person who sits silently!"

Feng Lie and Hua Jing looked at each other and saw a touch in each other's eyes, and then immediately opened their eyes.

"This kid is growing too fast!" Feng Lie secretly sent a message to Hua Jing.

"I'm sensible! My son must be a good child!" Hua Jing retorted unhappily, looking at the boy with pampering eyes...

But they couldn't see the anger in the boy's heart. The boy said the truth from his heart. He really thought that his parents were definitely great heroes and would never sit idly by the wind and snow all over the sky. But in his heart, the more he thought so, the more angry he was!

That anger arose without a name, not only did not make him lose his mind, but instead made him calmer and calmer.
Chapter completed!