"Shoo!"
"Shoo Shoo Shoo!"
The clear sound of a sword buzzed continuously in Wang Ba's ears.
Under the influence of this sound, Wang Ba, feeling a little drowsy, couldn't help but open his eyes.
He suddenly realized something and widened his eyes.
"Bu Chan!"
He sat up abruptly.
But he found himself lying in a new wooden house that was rather crude and even somewhat ugly.
After a glance, Wang Ba was extremely certain that this was not built by Bu Chan.
His junior sister's wooden houses were never so ugly.
"Could it be made by senior brother?"
Such a guess couldn't help but rise in Wang Ba's heart.
Before fainting, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of a familiar sword-light.
The place where he fought with Yuan Wenzhi was very close to where Zhao Feng was. The one who could arrive at that time was probably Zhao Feng.
Thinking of this.
Wang Ba's gaze quickly swept over, and he saw that the wooden house was empty and had nothing inside.
