The smoke was thick and the air was scorching.

The misty forest, which used to be shrouded in green, is now nearly barren after a catastrophe brought by humans.

Luo Ling knew better than anyone that his forest was about to turn into ashes and dust.

A scorching wave of air swept in his face, ruffling the corners of his cloak. Straightening his back unmoved, Luo Ling didn't even give half a point to the surrounding scenery. He raised his chin like a king in fine clothes, who should be worshipped by everyone. He stretched out his fingers, and a dark green glow poured out, repairing a few clumps of grass beside the ancient tree. But in the next second, the hot air waves rolled in, and the grass that had just straightened up was once again melted into ashes.

Withdrawing his hand without a trace, Luo Ling was silent. He looked up at the last remaining ancient tree behind him. The thin sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves in the corners of his eyes, and he closed them slightly. The thin lips under the straight nose bridge are slightly pursed, and the lines on the side of the face are incredibly beautiful.

It is a beauty that transcends gender, blends natural mellowness, power, arrogance, and breathtaking beauty.

He is Luo Ling.

Born in the forest, the oldest and most powerful towering ancient tree, the thousand-year-old heaven and earth aura is used as the tree spirit, and the misty forest is controlled between applause, which is unique in the world.

A young bird fell from among the branches, as if it could not stand the heat and was already dying. Luo Ling spread his fingers and took the young bird into his palm.

The fair-skinned and slender fingertips moved slightly, and the dark green light wrapped around the small torso of the young bird, slowly enveloping it and flying into the sky.

"Let's go, fly away. Raising his hand to throw Guanghua high, Luo Ling watched the young birds in Guanghua gradually wake up, waving their wings eagerly, and raised the corner of his lips in a low voice.

"Let's go, get out of here—" he lowered his eyes and repeated in a low voice. Now the entire forest is the only one left behind him, the Centaurs have been slaughtered, and Fu Ze has also died under the advanced guns of humans. Luo Ling has lived on this tree for thousands of years, and he has never experienced such a self-talking day. In the past, whenever he snorted, Fu Ze would come out of the hidden cave behind the ancient tree, kneel in front of him reverently and diligently, and obey his every word. And now, in the great forest, he is left alone. No one can talk to him, and no one is loyal to him anymore. Before he died, Fu Ze made a message to him with tears in his eyes, advising him to leave as soon as possible.

Fu Ze was right, for the tree spirit who covered the sky with one hand in this forest, it was really not difficult to fly away from this misty forest like the young bird just now.

But he didn't want to, he didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to shrink his head like a turtle to carefully avoid the disaster in front of him.

He's strong, but he's a tree after all. A tree must have roots, and it must keep its roots. Just like the place called "home" in Lu Ming's mouth, he

I can't leave it, and I can't give it up.

His roots are here, and he doesn't leave. Even if the entire forest has been turned to barrenness, even if his massive root system will turn to dust.

He doesn't leave, he stays here.

Because he is not Fu Ze, he is not Lu Ming. He's not anyone, he's different from anyone.

He is the King of Luoling, the only King of Luoling.

Since he is the king of this forest, he must keep it until the end.

Even if—

Glancing indifferently at the roots of the tree that were gradually burning, Luo Ling flew up and sat lightly among the branches he had been leaning on for thousands of years.

Even if it is wiped out.

The ancient tree is in the same vein as him, and he feels everything that the ancient tree has suffered. Picking the corner of his mouth and feeling the burning pain coming from his left foot, Luo Ling turned sideways and stroked the branch beside him.

He has lived for nearly a thousand years, but he has never been able to truly appreciate the "pain" in the mouths of others as he does today.

He was a little curious, and a little annoyed. He looked at his left foot, which was gradually transformed into brilliance, and was stunned without a trace, and suddenly laughed softly.

His smile was beautiful, with a sheer purity, and a hint of mockery. He got up, stubbornly standing on his last remaining leg. He straightened up and looked one last time at the forest he had ruled for thousands of years. Mist-colored ashes wrapped in dirt spread all around, and there was no longer the shadow of the green trees of the past. The Centaur tribe was trampled into mud, empty caves, as if mocking his figure.

The scorching burning sensation spread to his left hand, Luo Ling turned his eyes sideways, opened his fingers and raised them into the air, watching his slender fingertips gradually dissipate, turning into dots of light and mist, scattered in the air.

His expression was waveless, leaning between the branches, like his demeanor on weekdays. At the moment when his left hand completely disappeared into mist, he moved the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to laugh, but something wet suddenly fell down the corner of his eye, reflecting the thin sunlight between the branches, refracting a shallow water.

At the last moment before disappearing, Luo Ling stroked the corners of his eyes in surprise and confusion, his eyes were a little confused, but the arrogant arc of his lips always stopped there.

The moment he vanished, the wind of late autumn whined through the entire forest, crying like a cry.

The moment Luo Ling's body turned into brilliance, the entire forest suddenly burst into flames. The crimson firelight reflected the blue sky, like an unstoppable smile on the man's lips.

The fire burned for seven days and seven nights, and the Misty Forest burned to the ground. This misty forest, which once devoured and contained countless living beings, disappeared silently from history.

At this point, there is no more King Luo Ling in the world.

“cut！——”

With Feng Yu's somewhat choked voice, the set fell into silence.

Gu Shengge stood alone on the tree branch, and it was not until the voice of Feng Yu sounded that he slowly came back to his senses.

lowered his head to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the pressure on his body was a little tight, which made him a little breathless. Raising his eyes to look at the staff in charge of lifting Weiya, Gu Shengge realized that none of the black and pressed heads behind the camera came to pick him up.

Everyone fell into a rare silence. Gu Shengge even saw with sharp eyes that Tai Wei, who had always stood next to Feng Yu, was pinching a tissue and wiping the corners of her eyes.

"Great...... This scene is really good......" Sitting behind the camera, he couldn't wait to press the playback, Feng Yu didn't care to wipe the wetness from the corners of his eyes, and couldn't stop muttering.

was praised by him like this, and a large group of people around him all gathered around to watch the replay without exception, but he was the only protagonist in the camera, Gu Shengge, who was still standing alone in the branches at the moment, was forgotten by the crew like never before.

Gu Shengge never thought that the first person to come over to help him out of the siege would be Qi Junyan.

"Don't move, stand still. They're already debugging, and it won't be long. ”

Bringing a few assistants who seemed to be knowledgeable over, Qi Junyan raised his head and looked at Gu Shengge while letting people debug Weiya on the side.

"Well, it's fine. My feet are numb, and I can't move......" Glancing at Qi Junyan under the tree with a wry smile, Gu Shengge looked at the distance as if he finally remembered the situation here, and the staff who trotted over one after another waved their hands at Qi Junyan, "Okay, they're here, don't bother your people." Well, you should also stand far away, and be careful not to get hurt by mistake......"

Seeing that Gu Shengge, who was lowered, stepped on the ground smoothly with the careful support of several staff members, Qi Junyan relaxed his tense body and breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

"What's the matter? Is Weiya very tight?" frowning and looking at Gu Shengge's appearance of breathing heavily after dismantling Weiya, Qi Junyan stepped forward and stroked the young man's back without thinking, "Breathe hard, yes, next time you have to say it in time, they are just ...... to do things."

"Ahem, ahem, it's okay, it's my own posture," immediately interrupted Qi Junyan, Gu Shengge tugged his arm without a trace, and motioned him to look at the staff who hadn't gone far yet, and said loudly, "Everyone in the crew is very responsible, I'm really lucky." ”

It wasn't until the staff members walked away that Gu Shengge let go of Qi Junyan's arm. Seeing Qi Junyan staring at him with a strange expression, he seemed to be puzzled by what he had just done. Glancing at him helplessly, Gu Shengge moved his numb right leg and explained in a low voice,

"You, be careful not to complain in front of others all the time. These brothers are all controlling Weiya, and if you offend them, what can you do?"

"They strangled you! This is a fact, what can't be said!" Frowning and looking at Gu Shengge's constantly moving right leg, Qi Junyan leaned down and reached out to hammer it a few times, "Is it better?" Next time this situation is just said, you yourself are forced to endure it, if something happens, who cares about you?"

Shocked by Young Master Qi's rare thoughtfulness, his eyes widened, Gu Shengge looked at Qi Junyan, who was still bending over to help him beat his legs, and quickly reached out and pulled him up, "What are you doing?... I, I'm fine, I'm not numb......"

Gu Shengge, who was immersed in surprise, didn't notice that in just a few minutes, several mobile phones had already been pointed at them at the same time, and the whole process was completely filmed. And hidden behind the mobile phone are the wolf-light eyes of many female assistants on the set, and the rotten laughter of the mouth.

"Damn! Qi Shao is actually so good to Shengge, this pair definitely has JQ hahahahaha!"

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