The ice spirit was calm again. Luochen was holding his luggage in his hand, and the shadow of the long sword on his back continued to stretch in the sunlight. A team of three people was formed. In this way, Luochen joined the team, and the three of them embarked on the journey home together.

Over the mountain, there is still an endless snowfield. Standing on the top of the mountain, the dust fell without saying a word, and walked forward without looking back. Along the way, Luochen never looked back at the treehouse. From then on, it was no longer home.

In the evening, the three of them reached the foot of the mountain, found firewood, and made a fire. The playboy took out the food, that is, some edible fruits, which the three of them picked as they walked on the side of the road. The three of them roasted on the fire and ate the fruit together. The flames illuminated the faces of the three men, and the burning firewood from the fire burst out from time to time.

The playboy looked up at the sky and said, "Who are you?" Although the playboy asked this sentence to the boundless starry sky, it was obviously said to the falling dust.

When Wu Zheng heard this, he looked at Luochen, and he also wanted to know the identity of this powerful man. This person has always been cold-faced, but he has great strength. And also saved himself and the dude. Besides, they're now a team, so it's necessary to get to know each other.

Luochen was silent for a long time, and finally slowly told his story.

One cold night, a fourteen-year-old child, was forced to go to war. He had to face merciless slaughter and fear. In that battle, their army was completely destroyed.

The night before that failure, Luochen was also sitting by the fire. It's just that at that time, he didn't have the strength he has now. At that time, he was no different from ordinary people. It is even said that he is weaker than ordinary people, and he is even more powerless.

Falling dust is afraid, he is afraid of war. The thought of tomorrow's battle makes him sleepless. He wanted to escape, he didn't do it voluntarily. But the lessons told him that any soldiers who had escaped were eventually captured and executed. Therefore, Luochen did not dare to escape.

The surrounding soldiers all returned to the dark tent one after another, leaving only Luochen shivering by the fire. It was cold, although it made people shiver. But the fear in my heart is the source of trembling. The cold wind is biting, and it can't pierce the heart. Fear arises from the heart, but it can spread throughout the body.

At this moment, a gray-black hand, covered with chilblains and scars, rested on Dust's shoulder. Falling Dust was startled by the sudden appearance of the hand, but then he was startled again by the ugly appearance of the hand. The owner of the palm stepped forward, and the figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

I saw a middle-aged man with gray temples appear in sight, grinning at Luochen. Luochen felt a little creepy, probably because his nerves were highly tense, and he was about to shout for help all of a sudden. The man covered his mouth, but fortunately the sound did not come out.

The man said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm my own." "The man said weakly, old-fashioned.

Luochen hadn't recovered from the fright, and was stunned for a long time. Finally, Luochen nodded tremblingly, but was obviously still scared. The man let go of the hand that was covering Luochen and gently patted Luochen's back a few times, trying to reassure him.

Then, the man asked, "Haven't you been to the battlefield?" and his tone was full of concern, as if the elders were caring for the juniors.

Luochen replied: "Yes." "The sound of falling dust was very small, as if it was afraid of alarming the enemy.

The man nodded, and said in his heart that too. Then the man spoke again, "Then go to bed early, for there will be a fierce battle to be fought tomorrow." ”

Falling dust did not move, nor did he give any response.

Seeing this, the man asked again, "Scared?" Falling Dust nodded frantically, and then cast a hopeful gaze.

The man shook his head, sighed, and said, "Do what you want, and remember to stay away from the horse rider on the battlefield tomorrow." With that, the man went back to the tent on his own.

Falling dust alone, squatting in the moonlight. His shadow looked lonely and lonely in the moonlight, and his thin figure faced endless pain and helplessness. Maybe he is the only one in the world who will laugh at this time!

It was a sneer, a mockery of the world. Everything that was before was destroyed in an instant. He has resentment, and even more helpless lamentation. The world is big, but there is nowhere to live. He was afraid, but not afraid of death. What he fears is that a person dies alone. No one grieves, no one grieves. No one will even remember that one person has passed away since then.

It was a bloody slaughter, a completely one-sided battle. They were defeated, and as no one expected, they were the victims. Countless roars rang out one after another, resounding in every corner of the battlefield. Since then, there have been fewer poor people in the world.

They just want to survive, it's just so simple, but they can't do it. Bloody bones, severed limbs, what else can be saved?

However, the falling dust survived. He escaped the pursuit of the enemy, and he changed into the clothes of the enemy army. Finally, lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

During that time, he saw the ferocity and horror of his enemies. As long as it is not the corpse of their own person, they will come forward and make up for it whenever they see it. Those who were still breathing eventually died under that knife.

Dust, like the corpses of other enemies, was lifted aside and piled up. The dust felt the scorching sun, the infestation of flies, and the stench of the rotting corpse.

In the end, the enemy troops finally left. Luochen also had no strength, and there was no sadness in his eyes. He lay on the ground and looked at the corpses of his enemies. He was hungry and thirsty, and he had only one way to go.

No one knows how Luochen survived, only he understands. Luochen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and a feeling of nausea to the point of vomiting churned out of his stomach. He held back.

In the setting sun, a thin figure walked forward.

At this point in the story, Luochen stopped talking and didn't say anything more. Wu Zheng was so worried when he heard this, he felt a little empathetic, and he began to feel distressed. Luochen is still that cold face, not close to people. Even if the scar is revealed, it can't move him. How many hardships did he go through to see the joys and sorrows of the world?

Although the playboy is also sympathetic to the dust, he also finds a lot of problems. The background of the war explained by the dust is just a few words. In the memory of the playboy, the most recent war in the Northern Liang Kingdom was also nearly a thousand years ago. If what Luochen said is true, then it means that he has probably lived for nearly a thousand years. The dude has never heard of someone who can live so long. Even the powerhouses of the immortal realm have not lived to a thousand years. Of course, it may also be that it was not recorded. In other words, it was recorded but not handed down.

In addition to this, there is another possibility. That is, some local small wars, which some playboys do not know about or are also not recorded. But Playboy feels that the first possibility is more likely. The old man who falls into the dust is steady, cold and lonely. It is almost a typical example of the edges and corners that have been washed over the millennium, and it is impeccable in terms of strength and attitude.

The dude did not say his doubts, everyone should have secrets. Since Luochen didn't say it, he naturally has his reason. Rather than saying it and embarrassing the dust, it's better to pretend that you don't know anything. Play stupid, dude has been doing it for years. He even said that he had forgotten his original personality a little.

The playboy followed Wu Zheng's example and showed a sympathetic expression. It's just that Falling Dust doesn't need that. He looked up at the moon in the sky, just like that night many years ago. The moonlight is like water, and it is sad and cold.

The next day, without any surprise, Wu Zheng was the last to get up. Wu Zheng likes this feeling of sleeping until he wakes up naturally, although the sleeping place is not very comfortable. But being able to sleep enough all the time can be regarded as a window opened by God.

After waking up, Wu Zheng habitually rubbed his eyes. Well, Luochen and Playboy are gone again, and Wu Zheng is used to them disappearing in the early morning. Every morning, it would be strange if Wu Zheng could see the two of them.

Wu Zheng is not in a hurry, it is estimated that they will come back in a while. However, the surroundings suddenly changed from a tree house to Lin Hai, and Wu Zheng was still a little scared. If an unlovely monster suddenly rushes out of the woods, then you're done playing.

Unfortunately, I just want to come with something. Just as Wu Zheng was thinking wildly, footsteps suddenly sounded in the surrounding woods. Wu Zheng could clearly hear the sound of his feet stepping on the snow and flattening the snow, and the sound was gradually approaching.

In the rear, Wu Zheng turned back fiercely, he was ready for battle. But as soon as he turned around, he saw the oncoming dust and the playboy. At this time, the playboy was carrying a rabbit in his hand, and Luochen still had that cold face.

Wu Zheng didn't know how the two of them got it, so he asked, "Where did you get it?"

The playboy waved his hand and said, "It's okay with me, you go and ask him." As he spoke, the playboy pointed to the falling dust.

Just now, the playboy woke up to find that the dust was gone. On the ground, only a string of footprints remained, so the playboy followed. When he found Dust, there was already a rabbit lying on the ground. There was not a single wound on the rabbit's body, and it was clear that it was not killed with his sword.

The playboy was speechless in his heart, and said in his heart that the strength of this dust is really unfathomable. Not only can he find the rabbit unnoticed, but he can even kill the rabbit unconsciously. If you want to say that the dust falls by luck, the playboy will not believe it if he is killed.

Luochen saw the playboy coming over and left the rabbit directly with the playboy. There was no way, the dude did the coolies this time and took on the task of bringing the rabbit back. As the playboy walked, a word came to his head, shaking his hand at the shopkeeper.

Now that there are ingredients, it is Wu Zheng's turn to show his skills. In a few moments, a steaming rabbit was roasted. Suddenly, the fragrance overflowed, piercing the taste buds of the three people. After a bit of gobbling, the rabbit was devoured. Wu Zheng wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and smiled. It's good to have dust to follow, you don't have to run away all day long, and you don't have to worry about being hungry. Thinking of the tragic encounter with the playboy a few days ago, Wu Zheng's eyes were full of tears.

The dude got up, packed his belongings, and put out the fire with earth. During the whole process, Falling Dust was just watching from the sidelines. When everything was done, he took the lead and walked forward. Wu Zheng didn't need to urge, and followed directly. Now in his opinion, Falling Dust is much more reliable than Playboy. If you follow the dude, you will definitely not have a big deal.

Of course, the dude didn't know what Wu Zheng was thinking, so he took his luggage and followed. However, if the playboy knows, it is estimated that Wu Zheng will be hacked to death directly!