Yang Xiaoxing lost his mind in this huge impact. Although he had been rippling with nature, the current situation where every tree is welcoming him is Yang Xiaoxing's first experience.

The mountain has human nature, which makes Yang Xiaoxing feel that it is not them who enter the mountain, but the mountain warmly embraces them who enter the mountain.

Is it because it is in neon lights? Yang Xiaoxing had to think of the mountain in his hometown, the mountain he monitored. Although the vegetation was dense, this has never happened.

Something was faintly touched in Yang Xiaoxing's heart, and the sound of the eggshell shattering into his ears along the sound of the wind. At this moment, he felt everything on the mountain.

Clear springs, rolling stones, seeds germinate.

Birds, animals, and small beasts cry.

Yang Xiaoxing was immersed in this wonderful feeling. He completely integrated into this mountain. He was the breeze, he was the soil, and he was like a mountain god.

While Yang Xiaoxing entered the mountain, the middle-aged man lying on a large rock somewhere on the mountain opened his eyes.

Perhaps middle-aged people are not very accurate, and they cannot even judge their age by appearance. He is young and old, and has completely different faces under the changes in angle and light. But overall, each face is consistent, and he can piece together his appearance from his facial features.

He was wearing a pure black suit for attending the funeral, and wearing modern clothes, but it was completely integrated with the surrounding environment. If he hadn't sat up, no one would have noticed that there was someone lying on the stone.

He looked in the direction where Yang Xiaoxing and Maruyama came, with dark pupils as deep as a lake. He stood up and walked to the tree near him with his hands close to the trunk.

Suddenly, the wind blew heavily on the top of the calm mountain, and the autumn wind blew up. The huge crown under his hands was blown rustling, as if someone was talking.

A few seconds later, he put his hand down, and at the same time the strange sky suddenly returned to calm. Even the weeds lying on the ground looked like they were quiet. Only then did he realize that the strong wind just now only used this tree as the point of action, and other things were not affected at all.

"Yang family." He stretched out his eyebrows that had been tangled before and continued in Chinese, "Yang family, and Yang family."

He suddenly started to laugh, his laughter became more and more heroic, alarming the birds in the sky, and suddenly he frowned again and thought of something.

"So, Lao Yang, do you know that your grandson has the ability to inherit you?"

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The road that Jeep took became narrower and narrower, and the road also changed from concrete to stone floor. The weeds grew wildly between the stone floor, but were constantly pressed down by the front baffle of the Jeep.

At this time, Yang Xiaoxing understood why he drove a Jeep when he came over. If other cars with low chassis came here, it would be a pure pain. Thinking of this, he looked at Maruyama again. Seeing that she was thin, she easily controlled the entire car in her hands, she couldn't help but admire her.

Sure enough, people cannot behave like appearance.

Fortunately, the rugged stone road was not long. Five minutes later, the road suddenly became clear. A protruding flat ground on the top of the mountain appeared in Yang Xiaoxing's eyes. Several large cars had already been parked in the flat ground, and it seemed that they should be relatives and friends who came first.

"It's here." Maruyama got off the bus and pointed to the second-floor hut next door.

Yang Xiaoxing looked over there with her fingers and saw a second-story attic made of wood, with a fence outside and a small courtyard, showing the owner's interest in life.

The base of the attic is separated from the ground, with a whole piece of wooden pedal, which is now placed on two tables, and several people who came to pay their respects were sat next to the table.

Before Yang Xiaoxing could arrive at the scene, he heard the voices deliberately lowered, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping person, and as if he did not dare to act rashly.

The person sitting on the table also noticed him, and his strange eyes fell on Yang Xiaoxing. His palms gradually began to sweat. I have to say that Yang Xiaoxing was not used to such a scene at all.

Maruyama next to him is very familiar with everyone, and he also knows Yang Xiaoxing's identity. He explains to the "people" present in Japanese: "This is Grandpa Yang's grandson, Yang Xiaoxingsang."

"Ah, it turns out it's Yang Sang's grandson. No wonder he looks quite energetic, he's different from ordinary people."

"It looks very good, hey, it's still a virginity, it's really rare."

"It's really a completely different type from his father, and it doesn't have that annoying smell. I really like it."

"You, who doesn't like it as long as you are a young man?"

“·······”

Maruyama opened his head and started talking, saying that he had lost his previous respect, but Yang Xiaoxing still couldn't understand a single sentence.

But fortunately he didn't understand, which made Maruyama not have to remind these "people" not to reveal their identities.

Maruyama took Yang Xiaoxing to say hello to everyone. Although he couldn't understand, Yang Xiaoxing just needed to smile, shake hands and nod. He was good at this. He walked over one by one, and Yang Xiaoxing even got a few red envelopes containing yen.

"Dad, go upstairs."

Finally, Maruyama said these words to Yang Xiaoxing, but stopped at the door but stopped taking Yang Xiaoxing forward.

After a few hours of treatment, Yang Xiaoxing and Maruyama also had a tacit understanding. He added Maruyama's words: "Are you saying that my father is upstairs and let me go by myself?"

"Yeah." Maruyama bent his eyebrows and nodded twice. Yang Xiaoxing felt his neck hurt when he looked at it.

But I have to say that it is quite energetic. Maybe this is the characteristic of the Neon Girl.

Yang Xiaoxing touched his neck and replied: "Thank you."

"It doesn't matter!"

The little girl's tone was flying, and she was very happy to hear Yang Xiaoxing's thanks. Yang Xiaoxing didn't know what she was suddenly excited, but she became a little happier by her emotions. She smiled and pushed the door and walked into the attic.

Behind him, the next moment when Yang Xiaoxing disappeared, Maruyama rushed back to the group of guests and took a seat, saying loudly: "Xiao Xingsang thanked me just now!"

"Really? Really?"

"Will the Yang family thank you, the little monster?"

"Don't bully us don't understand Chinese."

"Really." They suspected that Maruyama was a little aggrieved, so they learned Yang Xiaoxing and said thank you, "'Thank you'. This is the thank you in Chinese."

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

The people present suddenly began to learn what Maruyama said at first. Everyone was immersed in the excitement of learning new Chinese words, and no one cared about Maruyama's thanks for the matter that Yang Xiaoxing said.

Maruyama was a little depressed at first, but soon became happy by the atmosphere.

"Xiaomaruyama, tell us about the situation where Yang Xiaoxingsang came to the mountain. I was curious. I thought his father would inherit Yang Sang's position as a mountain god before, but who knew that this person was a completely annoying guy."

"Hey, stop talking about that person, it's so unlucky." Someone immediately interrupted, "Tell me about Yang Xiaoxingsang."

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Maruyama touched his nose with a sage and began to talk about Yang Xiaoxing’s magicality: “It’s not a manifestation when I went up the mountain. When I was still on the highway, Xiao Xingsang had already smelled autumn. He said that there would be a good harvest this year.”
Chapter completed!