313 back home! Murong finally understood the truth of this sentence, and slowly fell from the sky. Murong wind went to his home. The village in front of him was still so familiar. It was already evening, and the smoke from the chimneys of each family had come out.

Murong Feng is walking towards his home. In front of him is a small rural yard, three red brick houses and two wing rooms. He pulls up a small yard. There is a jujube tree planted in the yard. The red iron gate at the gate of the yard is half open. Murong Feng takes a deep breath and walks towards...