Zhou Fan would try his best to survive, but some things were not something he could do, so Zhou Fan felt that he should think about them carefully. If he really couldn't survive, at least he should try his best to settle the couple.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Fan shook his head and did not continue thinking about it. He still needed to deal with tomorrow's patrol before he could talk about other things.

The whole afternoon was very quiet, and no one came to disturb Zhou Fan's practice again.

When it was sunset and dusk, Zhou Fan finished his day of cultivation, and his strength increased to 500 kilograms!

As the energy in his body is gradually refined, Zhou Fan's strength will increase, but he probably will increase by more than ten or twenty kilograms in one night.

But before joining the patrol team, he was able to enter the first stage of strength and had 500 kilograms of strength, which was already a very good result for Zhou Fan.

The practice of the fourth-stage of Su Xing has not reached its limit. If he is given one or two more days, his strength will definitely reach 600 kilograms. This is a pity.

When Guifeng came back in the evening, she comforted Zhou Fan for the death of the birthday ghost. However, as she said that, Guifeng cried and Zhou Fan comforted her back.

Entering the Huihe Space again after entering the dream.

The fog still did not show up, and the space of the Huihe River was as lonely as if only Zhou Fan was left.

When Zhou Fan thought of the species called "soul fish" at the bottom of the river, he threw away these illusions and practiced the "Twelve Tiger Styles" on the boat.

Because time is tight, Zhou Fan cannot not practice during the day to verify the effect of practicing the "Twelve Tiger Shapes" on the ship, but he vaguely felt that there were some benefits.

And apart from practicing the four awakening styles, he had nothing to do on the boat.

"Afan...wake up...Afan...wake up..."

Zhou Fan didn't know how long he had been practicing, but he actually heard Gui Feng calling him in the Huihe space.

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly. He knew that the time was up and he wanted to report to the patrol team at Mao hour.

These days, he has only been practicing and ignored one problem. He always leaves the Huihe space when the time comes, but how should he go out now?

If he is late, will the patrol punish him?

The most serious thing is that if parents cannot awaken themselves, will they do something that Zhou Fan cannot predict?

However, Zhou Fan didn't have time to think more because he felt that the dizzy feeling suddenly came.

When Zhou Fan opened his eyes, he saw Gui Feng standing in front of the bed. He actually came out of the Huihe space.

"Get up quickly, you are going to report to the patrol team today." Gui Feng didn't notice the strange thing on Zhou Fan's face. She just nagged and turned around and went out.

The wooden window frame was still pitch black outside. Before dawn, Zhou Fan never came out of the Huihe space at this time.

This seems to confirm something. If someone calls him in the Huihe space, he can come out of the Huihe space?

However, Zhou Fan felt that something was wrong, and things should not be that simple.

Could it be made of fog?

Zhou Fan frowned slightly. If it were made by fog, could that guy control when he would leave the Huihe space?

If so, things will be bad, which means that fog has the ability to trap him in the gray river space forever!

When he thought that he might have been trapped in that ship all his life, Zhou Fan's face changed slightly.

Zhou Fan had no time to think about it. He put on his clothes and came out of the room. Zhou Yimu and his wife had already gotten up and were busy organizing breakfast for him.

Zhou Fan went to wash up again and started to have breakfast.

The Zhou family also prepared sumptuous food for the brother. After all, it was Zhou Fan's reliance on patrol, so the Zhou family dared not treat this old dog unfairly.

After rushing to finish breakfast, Zhou Fan brought the things he had prepared last night and pushed the door open.

The sky is like a blue mirror covered by black fog, and it is already dawn.

Gui Feng reminded Zhou Fan, who was about to leave home, with red eyes and said, "Afan, be careful. If it is really dangerous... then run away."

"Mom, don't worry, I understand." Zhou Fan did not say that being a deserter is a dead end, but instead comforted him with a smile.

"Let's go, I'll take you there." Zhou Yimu said with a wooden face without too many expressions.

Zhou Fan said goodbye to Gui Feng and followed Zhou Yimu, and behind him was the brother.

Zhou Fan looked back at the guy and found that the guy seemed to be much more energetic today than the previous two days.

In the early summer morning, the white mist is deep and there is a faint coldness.

The two of them walked through half of the village that was gradually awakening and stopped in front of a house surrounded by a fence.

"Uncle Yimu, Afan, you are here." The thin monkey came out of the yard. He was holding a pure white stick in his hand and a black pot lid on his head.

"Good morning, thin monkey." Zhou Fan pulled the corner of his mouth and forced himself to hold back his smile. The thin monkey's look was too ugly.

"Wow." The skinny monkey looked at the old dog under Zhou Fan's feet and shouted: "Is this the guy my father said? My father is too stingy and doesn't buy me such a dog."

clang!

Carpenter Zhang, who was standing behind the thin monkey, knocked on the pot lid on the thin monkey's head and scolded: "Don't block the door and be careless, you'll be late if you don't leave."

The thin monkey didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, Zhou Fan smiled and said, "Uncle Carpenter."

If Carpenter Zhang had not come forward, the Zhou family might not have bought a man.

Carpenter Zhang nodded, and he politely said to Zhou Yimu: "Brother Zhou."

The thin monkey's lifespan is only thirty-two, and it is inevitable that it will join the patrol team.

The four of them headed towards the edge of the village together. Shouhou and Zhou Fan walked behind him. He smiled and handed the stick in his hand to Zhou Fan and said, "Afan, this is my weapon. I have been practicing stick techniques at home these days."

Zhou Fan took the white stick, and the pure white stick shone with a chill through his palm, just like holding a piece of ice.

Zhou Fan asked in surprise: "This stick..."

"This is made from the main trunk of my cold bone white tree. I call it a monkey stick." The thin monkey blinked proudly.

Cold bone white tree?

Zhou Fan had never heard of such a tree, so he handed the monkey stick back to the thin monkey.

The monkey stick is obviously made specifically for thin monkeys, because the monkey stick is exactly as tall as the thin monkeys.

When the stick is always flexible and good at using it, it is easy to use, so there is a saying that the stick is equal to the eyebrows.

Zhou Fan is half a head taller than the skinny monkey. If you want to use this monkey stick, it will obviously be much shorter, and it may be quite unpleasant to use it.

"Cold bone white stick, you are so willing to do it." Zhou Yimu heard the conversation between the two teenagers. He said to Carpenter Zhang a little admiration, "The Zhang family has been a carpenter for three generations and planted such a cold bone white tree. Last time someone paid a big price, you were unwilling to sell it. Unexpectedly, it was used on the thin monkey."
Chapter completed!