That's everything?

Does what the eye sees represent everything about oneself?

The broken grass is green and yellow, the grass is dark and black and miserable, is this only the harvest of their hard work, is it the broken green and yellow in these dull black soil?

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The old man is older, and the old man's faint eyes are only these.

Once the wind blew the wheat waves, the green ears swelled and beautiful, they were heralding their harvest, once the wind was still blowing the wheat waves, the golden ears appeared with a kind smile, they were talking about the harvest, they were telling themselves the harvest.

"Harvest?"

The old man was muttering again, those beautiful harvests in the past, under the control of greed, everything disappeared, and everything he saw in front of him at this moment was his own harvest.

In front of me is the leftovers left behind after greed is raging.

"Leftovers?"

"Heh~~. ”

Laughing, Han Xiancang saw that his pale face was squeezing out a weak smile, and his eyes were saying: "If there is a little scrap left, then I will be able to survive for a few days, and if there is still a little rice left, then I can still struggle to live for a few days." ”

Now.

It is the golden yellow of the grass that does not see a trace of wheat grains, and the dull black of the soil does not see a trace of the fragrance of the ears of wheat.

After a ravaging, with nothing left behind, the flaming red bird's pointed beak swallowed every fruit on the ears of wheat into its belly.

This is greedy.

After they left, there was not a single grain left for Han Xian, and the rest was broken straw all over the ground, these were Han Xian's harvest, and these were showing the harvest of the past.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind blows.

This wind is like greed, when they pass by, they are like a calendar knife, scraping Han Xian's bald head exposed in the air, it is so cold.

It is the deep meaning of the coldness of the gods after this.

"Whew~~. ”

There were chaotic shadows in front of him, pieces of white broke into his eyes, and pieces of flying flowers were squeezing into Han Xian's already frozen world, what are these?

The whiteness is the wind blowing the snow.

The pieces of flying flowers are begging to take away the last trace of temperature on the old man Han Xian.

Cold is the cold with dizzy eyes and tears, the cold it is never alone, it is never alone, its actions are always with a partner.

Those very real problems have always existed.

And now, this old man Han Xian, who is in extreme cold, is doubly prominent.

"Hungry~. ”

This is in the hunger and cold, the remaining warmth of the old body is flowing away bit by bit in the cold, I want to grasp, I want to grasp the hand to see the desolation and weakness.

Is that the end there?

"Do you want to freeze to death and starve to death like this?"

Xindang is still unwilling, Xindang is still calling for the name that once belonged to him, and that name represents being strong and not giving up.

"Han Xian~~. ”

"Hehe, Han Xian?"

A smile appeared in the eyes of the faint old man, and the old man smiled and whispered, "We have met before, and I still remember you." ”

"Squeak, squeak~~. ”

Han Xian's feet actually moved, stepping on the white snow, and walking forward step by step, where is this ahead? Can the road ahead bring warmth? Is there food on the road ahead?

Or the person named Han Xian in his heart is shouting again, 'Don't stop.' ’

The lifting of the feet is witnessing the fall of the footsteps.

The fall is to drive Han Xian's body forward, and this advance is very long, so long that the burden of snow is added to the already curved spine.

But this long time really didn't bring much distance to Han Xian.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind breathes, and it's cold.

Man breathes, burns.

Han Xian spat out the precious warmth in his body, and stopped under the big tree where the fire-colored bird had landed, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

It's a good place.

It is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and there is no need to take advantage of the snow and ice, but Han Xian borrowed the sprouting evergreen of the dense canopy of this big tree to ask for a snow not to fall.

The beauty of this place is not limited to this.

Between the budding shade of the big tree, the flickering red fruit is very hot, and the old man with thick snow can find the existence of this bright fruit with his faint old eyes.

Are these what the fire-colored birds who stole their hard work are left behind?

Are these their guardians?

"Hmph~~. ”

Spit out a mouthful of cold mist, Han Xian snorted coldly, yes or no, these are ownerless things, saying that they snatch their own and pick them by themselves.

Again, for a man who could starve to death at any moment.

Anything edible in the world should be accepted by the stomach, as for who it belongs to, it doesn't matter at all, the important thing is that you can live with it.

When the eyes were raised, it was so bright red.

This bright red through the snow seems to be revealing its demon to the world, and this demon is like showing the world that it is unapproachable.

Gorgeous is a natural trap, doesn't Han Xian know this?

Hunger is to accept what can be eaten, not to drink to quench thirst, and to change the way of death, from being starved to dying of hunger to dying of hunger.

Will it be poisonous?

Could this be true?

Han Xian's mind had thought about this.

But I also thought in my mind that if this was just a superficial phenomenon, the fruit on the tree was just an ordinary fruit, but it was a little more protruding and beautiful than the others.

"It's true. ”

Thoughts instantly overwhelm any worries.

Standing with difficulty, his eyes were raised to look at the demon fruit between the evergreen and cute yin in a daze, how did it come down?

Good realistic question.

This problem is like a natural chasm, cutting Han Xiantong's chance of survival.

Look down and smile.

"Heh~~. ”

Joy is laughter for three points, in the hand, in the hand, look at what I have in my hand?

Isn't this the fruit that can live, isn't this the fruit of my own thoughts, and at this moment it is lying very obediently in the palm of his hand.

How did it come about?

"Heh~~. ”

Han Xian's old face was still smiling, and this smile was saying: 'I don't want to know how it came about, I don't need to care about how it came about at all, all I need to care about is that it is in my hands at the moment, it's as simple as that.' ’

Is this leftovers?

Or is it intentionally left behind?

The demonic red fruit in this hand is the guardian of those greedy fiery red birds, their legacy, and the thing that their greed does not dare to eat.

This is not leftovers, this is not an intentional leftover, this is a trap, this is the perfect trap for 'Qi' to lay down to kill Han Xian, it was Han Xian's own choice to jump in, and it was his own choice to kill.

"Squeak~~. ”

It wasn't the sound of footsteps stepping on the snow, it was the sound of Han Xian's old teeth laboriously gnawing on the crispy skin of the demon fruit, and the trembling of his lips was a chew.

When the teeth are red, is the bright color of the fruit the pulp?

Han Xian didn't know, Han Xian didn't want to care, his teeth continued to gnaw on the blood, a bite was a bite of chewing, and the red in it was bloody.

This is blood, this is Han Xian's own blood.

How sweet?

"Squeak~~~. ”

The voice trembled.

The stupidity of the teeth is tearing the blood, the blood is cold in the stupidity of the teeth, Han Xian, the old man, is swallowing his own blood, swallowing the cold.

"Heh~~. ”

A smile appeared on Han Xian's face once, and the old man laughed even more out again.

At this moment, the wind is blowing and snowy, and the old man who is devouring his own cold and chewing his own blood is already shaky, and his body is oblique by one point.

"Squeak~. ”

"Poof~~. ”

The last mouthful of blood was swallowed into the abdomen, and the body also released the last trace of temperature, the blood flowed out, and it was swallowed up by itself, the old man was really old, and his body staggered to the ground, doing a deep sleep.

Old, dead, the last stroke is slowly falling.

Will it be slow?

The imminence of any death is very fast for those who can still breathe, and it is close in an instant, and death takes everything from life in an instant.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind blew the snow all over the sky.

Heavy snow covered the entire world, erasing all traces of Han Xian in this world.

Under the cover of snow, there is a slight bulge of the dirt bag under the tree, which is like a tomb, and in this tomb is buried Han Xian's dead body, which is indeed the soul of the undead.

That heart stopped beating.

But the soul hidden in the star chart can still breathe.

He was standing, his spine was erect, he was the real Han Xian himself, his face was young without a trace of wrinkles, but this youth was indeed looking at Xiao Suo with full eyes.

Overhead, the sky was dark and dreary, and its low hanging was pressing down on its spine.

In front of me is a withered yellow road tree, once the wind blew the green leaves and flashed blood to make a 'rustle' into a song, and now, what is in front of you?

This is the withered yellow of the front, and there is no trace of green.

This is the withered yellow on the reverse side, without a trace of blood-colored veins.

How did they disappear, Han Xian's soul was asking, Han Xian's soul was staring at himself with bulging eyes?

I know all this, but I can't explain it all by myself, and what is happening in front of my eyes is destined to be difficult to explain.

Because people don't want to.

"Dead?"

Han Xian's soul was asking again, this should be asking the dusky leaves of the Dao tree in front of him, it couldn't speak, it was using the shape of the positive and withered yellow, and the back was also withered yellow, telling Han Xian that the soul of hell was already on the way forward, you were not far from them, and you didn't need to wait too much.

"Heh~~. ”

For this 'kindness' reminder, Han Xian's soul laughed happily.

Complete from life to death, there seems to be no regrets, when I was young, I laughed rampantly, and I also guarded it in middle age, as if there were no regrets.

"Hmph~~. ”

The sound is cold.

"Everything is an illusion, I'm alive and well, all of this is an illusion of the ghost place of 'enlightenment', who said that I have completed the distance from birth to death, the young withered and dimmed too quickly, the middle-aged is guarded into the void, and the old age is indeed chewing cold. ”

"Freeze to death. ”

The soul gritted its teeth in front of the Dao tree: "Who said that it is the end, life to death, I should set up a death to life, Qi, I am a life for myself." ”