In a trance, he seemed to have seen his death, and his eyes were still in front of him into pieces of mist, and he returned to the lonely space where he couldn't see his fingers before, but this time those fogs were slowly dissipating, and what appeared in front of Nangong Hao's eyes was the mighty Yellow River full of mud and sand, and the black paper figures were laughing and waving to him, as if beckoning him to step into it.

"Am I dead?" Nangong Hao muttered, the mighty Yellow River he saw in front of him changed again at this time, and it turned out to be a picture, and when those pictures were displayed one by one, Nangong Hao also knew that it was everything he had experienced in the Qingling Sect, and all of it flashed in front of his eyes......

From the reincarnation Dao Gate, to the Ling Pavilion trial, to the farce of intrigue in alchemy, and even the Yao Xiang Pavilion and the Sect Examination, the memories of each scene also made him completely aware of the various crises hidden at that time, and even Li Wenchao's posture is clear at a glance now, all for Fang Qianling's path of detachment, and for him to screen the Aoki assets that can meet the requirements.

But what's the use of thinking about that now, it's over......

The picture flashed, starting from the experience of Qingling Sect, the hardships along the way are still vivid, and because of this regression, it is undoubtedly back to those days of Demon Heaven Sect, remembering these feelings between himself and Changtian Peak and Yang Yunxi......

All the faces in the memories appeared in front of him at this time, and such a large number of memories came surgingly, and Nangong Hao's already vague consciousness was even more unimaginably impacted at this time.

The body that was getting weaker and weaker was already a little unstable at this time, and the trembling body suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes were dim, his thin body was not as strong as before, and the hair on his head was completely falling off, flying one by one, and his skin gradually began to become dark, with the dry body, it was really like the black paper man in the Yellow River, which was gradually transforming and becoming a member of the endless drifting in the Yellow River.

And at this moment, in front of him, the picture of that memory has even drifted back to the Tianshan Mountains, drifted back to the carefree life of several years, where he saw himself talking and boasting with the children in the village, seeing himself tiptoeing to drink Uncle Wang's wine, and also seeing the kind Uncle Wang who has passed away or is not sure whether he has passed away......

All the characters are smiling on their faces, looking at Nangong Hao's expression is very kind, the memories are surging, and Nangong Hao is completely ground like a tide, but he doesn't seem to be able to feel these anymore, because at this moment his body is so weak that he can't even fluctuate his emotions anymore, and the pressure on his soul is so great for some reason, Chuan Enhao They haven't done it at all, they haven't touched Nangong Hao's soul at all, and even they don't know why this situation happened。

Xu is burning of the flame has affected Nangong Hao's soul, and now Nangong Hao, whose consciousness has been basically blurred, can no longer feel his breathing, although it is a soul state, but now he still can't feel his existence,

There are only those memories left in front of me, and the pictures keep emerging.

In the figure of Wang Bo who could not dissipate for a long time, the pictures of those memories gradually returned to Nangong Hao's long-standing memories hidden in the depths of memory. Qingfeng Literature

Over there...... It is the location of the imperial city of Daqing, there is obviously a gap of about ten years from now, but it is still almost the same as the current location, all the golden and brilliant halls are located everywhere, surrounded by the domineering palace in the most center, the glazed golden light scatters a dazzling light that makes people yearn, the streets of red and green are extending in all directions, although it is a snowy winter, but it can not stop this full of prosperity at all.

But on the corner of the street, many beggars in ragged clothes gathered to fight over the many black steamed buns that had been thrown away by the roadside, and in the far corner of the street, a thin child was curled up, shivering, and his wounds were all cracked by the cold of the winter, and he was basically dying, sobbing incessantly, and his trembling lips kept begging for help.

He was really hungry, he couldn't exert any strength, he was hungry and cold, he had basically lost hope of life, and he couldn't see any future.

"Xiao Hao...... You take this steamed bun, eat it quickly! you eat it quickly......" A cold skinny hand gently stroked the child's body, and the voice that was extremely weak murmured softly, it was a dying mother-in-law, handing the child hope of survival, but the same means that this mother-in-law gave up hope of her own survival.

"Live, child...... You're still young...... It's good to be alive. ”

The child's face was full of tears, this mother-in-law and him have always been dependent on each other, just like family, very kind, but at this moment, in the face of this dark steamed bun, Nangong Hao couldn't take it, after all, this symbolizes life now!

The child raised his head, never spoke, although his cheeks were covered with frost, but he was still immature, and the mother-in-law tried her best to stuff the steamed buns into Nangong Hao's mouth, the black and moldy steamed buns were very sweet at this time, and the sweetness of survival was constantly recalled in Nangong Hao's mouth.

"Mother-in-law!

Nangong Hao didn't chew, and he didn't dare to chew, because at this time, he saw that the withered yellow hand hung down weakly, sliding directly from his head, and there was no sound coming out, and there was no breath......

The child looked at the mother-in-law who was already motionless in front of him in a daze, and the layers of frost completely covered the two of them in an instant, except for the blazing hot steamed buns in his mouth, the others were all cold, cold to the bone, so cold that Nangong Hao was stunned in place for a long time, watching that layer of frost and snow more and more cover him and the mother-in-law's body.

The people around them did not have the slightest pity, and did not even pay any attention to the current situation, after all, such a situation seemed normal to them, and every day there were corpses of these beggars in the streets.

"Why! I don't want to die, I don't want to die! I want to live all the time, I want the people around me to live all the time! Live happily...... I don't want to die......! Don't die!"