Zhao Zhichao had no idea how much trouble he had caused to the world.

He still "helps" others in his own way, and still finds his own direction in his own way.

Nothing can stop him, he just hasn't found his direction now, strange to say, Zhao Zhichao didn't encounter any obstacles like usual, he could solve them with his fists.

Probably it also had something to do with the sky he saw.

The sky before his eyes was dark, without clouds, without stars, and even less with the sun and moon.

The whole land soon because of his actions, only himself and a few people around him were left, dragging his pace slowly step by step.

Among these people, there is especially a madman who refuses to accept Zhao Zhichao's help.

That is, the previous one, the man who fell and got up again many times, he fell for the last time and almost suffocated himself, but fortunately, the wind brought up by Zhao Zhichao when he ran blew him up, so that he could stand on the land again.

Many times, Zhao Zhichao thought that he could help everyone here find their way and reach their destination.

But after sending away most of them, he didn't know how to help the remaining small part.

They don't speak, they don't want Zhao Zhichao's help, they just don't want to be blocked by others.

Zhao Zhichao was beside him, looking at their snail-like parts, looking at their hard and embarrassed faces, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Why don't you say it, I can help you get straight to the end. ”

The man's face hidden in the mud seemed to smile bitterly, and after a moment he replied, "What's the point of being a knight if that's the case?"

There are the vast majority of people in this world who want to take a shortcut and quickly reach their own end, and there are also a small number of people who choose to give up after seeing their shortcuts.

Only when your own cognition matches the wealth of this world will you not be inexplicably harvested away in the end, and I don't know what's going on.

Zhao Zhichao seemed to understand and nodded.

The knights who passed through his hand and sent people to the city did not have four thousand, but two or three thousand.

The knights were genuinely grateful to him, and he could feel it.

In times of crisis, people are more likely to be genuinely grateful to those who have reached out to help them.

It's as if Zhao Zhichao doesn't even know himself, and now it has spread throughout the city.

And these new knights all tacitly worship Zhao Zhichao, a mysterious man in white, as the leader and worship him as their god.

This is a natural place to harvest faith, as long as you lend a hand, these people who can become knights in the future will dedicate their lives to him, of course, there are many old knights who go to the city and think that if they can't walk through this muddy hell on their own, they are not qualified to become knights.

And these words were disdainful in the eyes of those new knights.

I am a knight to follow my own way, not the way that any of you gave me, if I really want to be grateful, no one will be grateful because of your two or three words of lukewarm, or even cynical words, they are more willing to dedicate one-third of everything in the future to Zhao Zhichao.

Because, Zhao Zhichao did not sneer at them when they were in trouble, but really stretched out his hand and pulled them.

These people, gritting their teeth, are walking on their own path, they only know a general direction, they don't know what the end is, but even so, they are sticking to their hearts, ignoring how others look at them, and only caring about themselves and moving forward.

These people may not be very strong, but their beating hearts, which are constantly pumping blood to their bodies, are constantly starting to get stronger.

They don't rely on others, and they don't have an expectation of themselves, they only know that as long as they go step by step and move forward according to their own path, then no matter how slow they are, their end will be reached one day.

When that day came, they must have burst into tears, completed the baptism of their body and mind, and became recognized knights.

Then in the midst of the city, they received the rites of the scenery, and protected the people, and protected the heaven.

They also noticed a demon like Zhao Zhichao early on, but they didn't say anything, they wouldn't ask him for help, and they wouldn't envy him, no matter how muddy they were, they would just bury their heads in their own way.

Nothing unbalanced.

Nothing can stop them, and it will only be a matter of time before they reach the end.

Isn't a person like Zhao Zhichao often appearing in life, always able to easily complete the goals that others can only achieve after hard work, there is always nothing to stop him, and it is always smooth sailing.

But because of this, because others can easily surpass themselves, and then give up their goals.

This kind of life is also useless in his opinion.

It's better to bury yourself in the mud like this, don't think about reaching the end in this life, and get lost on the road for the rest of your life!

Zhao Zhichao watched them unswervingly move in their direction, with some envy and some mixed feelings.

No matter how strong he is, no matter how good he is, no matter how smooth it is, he doesn't have his own direction, he is very confused.

It's like his own life.

I don't know what the future holds.

If someone else is already at a starting point that can be said to be weak, and slowly approaches the end point of strength, when he reaches the end, his life goal will be completed.

It's like a monk who pursues immortality all his life.

But Zhao Zhichao suddenly stood at the end of someone else's end, and he didn't know where his starting point was, how could he be sure that he was on the road?

He stood and watched the remaining few slowly walk toward his end, and two of them disappeared without a sound.

Even they themselves don't know where their end is, and they may think that the end is far away, but they don't expect that if they grit their teeth and persevere, the next step will be the end.

And many more are falling before the finish line.

Their end is only one step away from them, and they will not know if they die, they will fall one step before the end.

It was only a little bit of courage to struggle, and it was forever lost to the glory of the knight, and forever buried in the dirt with the ideal, becoming a part of this filthy and filthy smell.

Zhao Zhichao began to think thoughtfully.