Huaxia, Chujiang City.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the heavy rain had not stopped since morning.

Most of the people in the city hide at home and don't go out, because of this kind of weather, everyone will have some depressing feelings in their hearts.

In a hidden deep mountain, Leng Feng stood in a wooden house dressed in black.

The wooden house seems to have been abandoned for a long time, and the house is covered with dust.

"Hoo ............"

Listening to the sound of rain outside, the cold wind let out a long breath.

Leng Feng took off the hood he had been wearing, revealing his handsome appearance, his face full of maturity that did not match his age.

Surprisingly, his left eye is black, his right eye is blue, and his right eye has a centimeter-long scar on the eyebrow.

The cold wind stretched out his hand and gently brushed his fingers across the walls of the wooden house.

The décor in the wooden house is simple, there are only two rooms, a small living room.

Leng Feng's eyes kept glancing, quietly looking at this place full of memories.

He grew up here.

Leng Feng walked to the door of a room and gently pushed the door open.

In the room, there is only a small wardrobe, and a bed.

The white sheets and quilts look so simple, but they have accumulated a lot of dust.

Leng Feng stood in front of the door, stared blankly for about a minute, and then gently closed the door.

After glancing around, Leng Feng walked to the second room and gently pushed the door open.

The room is also a bed and a wardrobe, but on the walls, there are dozens of wooden swords, sorted from left to right, broken, broken, and complete.

This time, the cold wind walked into the room.

Because he used to live in this room.

On the small cabinet next to the head of the bed, there is a picture frame.

Leng Feng picked up the photo frame, stretched out his hand, wiped the dust off the frame, and then quietly looked at the photo inside.

In the photo, a woman in a white coat is smiling, with her arms around a teenager's neck.

The woman is extremely beautiful, and she looks to be less than thirty years old in the photo.

And this teenager is the young cold wind.

"Master. ”

Looking at the photos in the frame, Leng Feng showed a smile, but there was too much bitterness in the smile.

Leng Feng looked at the photo quietly, and after a long time, he gently put down the photo frame.

Leng Feng turned around and walked to the closet and opened the closet door.

In the closet, dozens of sets of clothes are hung, from left to right, from small to large.

These are the clothes he wore when he was a child, and now they are neatly hung in the closet, and because of the protection of the wardrobe, the clothes inside are spotless.

After watching quietly for a long time again, Leng Feng closed the wardrobe door, turned around and walked out of the room.

After closing the door, Leng Feng took a deep look at the living room and left the cabin.

It was raining outside, and dark clouds covered the sky like night.

Not far from the door of the wooden house, there is a lone tombstone.

There are only tombstones, but no graves.

Leng Feng pursed his lips and walked towards the tombstone.

Every step seems heavy.

Leng Feng walked to the tombstone and stopped, showed a smile, and said softly: "Master, unconsciously, it's been three years." ”

"I want to tell you that I'm all right, you don't have to worry about me. ”

On the tombstone, five words are engraved.

"Mu Shiyun's tomb. ”

The master of the cold wind is called Mu Shiyun.

Leng Feng looked at the tombstone in front of him, although there was a smile on his face, but the smile became more and more bitter.

It seemed that it was a little cold, and the cold wind put his hand in his pocket.

His whole body was already soaking wet.

"I want to get down on my knees. Leng Feng said with a smile: "But you don't allow me to kneel down to you, saying that there is gold under the knees of a man, but where does the gold come from in this mountain." ”

"But I still listen to you, and if you don't kneel, you won't kneel. ”

After speaking, Leng Feng squatted down and reached out to wipe the tombstone.

The smile on Leng Feng's face slowly turned bitter, and finally, Leng Feng bit his lip, and his body trembled slightly.

"You brought me back in the snow. ”

"You raised me, you taught me how to use my abilities. ”

"You gave me life!"

"But why are you leaving!"

"In front of you, I just want to be a child who will never grow up. ”

The cold wind whispered, his face was covered with water droplets, and he didn't know if it was tears or rain.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning struck a mountain peak with a loud bang.

As the minutes ticked by, the clouds gradually dispersed, but the blue sky was not revealed, because night was falling.

Leng Feng slowly stood up, and before he knew it, he had been here all afternoon.

My legs were a little numb because of the long squatting.

"I thought, it's time for me to go. Leng Feng wiped the corners of his eyes and said with a smile.

He has tried his best to control his emotions, and in front of Mu Shiyun, try to smile as much as possible.

"Maybe one day, when I feel tired, it's good to come back here and be a wild man in the mountains or something. ”

As he spoke, Leng Feng's right palm had an extra feather.

Black feathers.

The cold wind bent down and placed the feather in front of the tombstone.

I don't know when the rain has stopped, the sun is slowly setting, and the air is becoming fresh after the rain has washed away.

"Hoo ............"

A gentle breeze blew through.

The hair in front of the forehead of the cold wind was blown, and the feathers in front of the tombstone were blown.

"I will come back again because this is my home. Leng Feng smiled softly, he didn't grieve anymore.

Because he has long hidden his sorrow in the deepest part of his heart.

"Master, goodbye. ”

After saying that, Leng Feng put on his hood.

The next moment, a wave of energy emanated from within Leng Feng's body.

A pair of four-meter-long black wings appeared behind the cold wind.

And this wing looks like it grows directly from the back.

A human with a pair of wings!

Leng Feng took a deep look at the tombstone again, then took a deep breath, and the wings behind him stirred hard,

The next moment, the whole person of the cold wind was like a cannonball, and it shot into the air.

The breeze blew again, and the surrounding flowers and plants were shaking.

In the deserted mountains, only a lonely wooden house and a tombstone without a grave remained.

From the woods, a middle-aged man in plain clothes came out.

The middle-aged man walked directly to the tombstone and looked up at the sky.

"Shiyun, that kid from Leng Feng is getting stronger and stronger, he is only so young, and his achievements in the future will not be much worse than yours. ”

"You've really made a good apprentice. ”

"But Leng Feng is right just now, why are you leaving. ”

"The fate after the cold wind will be very bumpy, can you really bear to watch him suffer?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man clenched his fists, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth vigorously.

When night fell, the whole land fell into darkness.

In the sky, the city lights are so dazzling.

The cold wind soared high in the sky, like a god.

The whole mountain forest is surrounded by mountain peaks, and this mountain forest is very well protected, and no one comes to develop it.

Cold wind, I grew up in this place since I was a child.

Three years ago, because of Mu Shiyun's death, Leng Feng left this place.

Because today is Mu Shiyun's death day, the cold wind will come back.

In the past three years, every time Mu Shiyun died, he would come back once, and every time, he would touch the scene, and every time he couldn't help crying.

Mu Shiyun raised him and gave him life, but he didn't give him a chance to be filial.

Failing to repay Mu Shiyun is Leng Feng's biggest regret in his life.

In the past three years, he has been reluctant to mention his past to others, because every time, he will think of Mu Shiyun.

Even though she is not related by blood, Leng Feng has long regarded her as her mother.

The wings of the cold wind were constantly stirring, and he was flying to a factory on the outskirts of Chujiang City.

There, there were two people waiting for him.

Those two people are partners who have accompanied Leng Feng for three years.

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