Xia Lang suddenly thought of something that he hadn't remembered for a long time, he looked at the people around him, everyone was holding a magic weapon in their hands, he suddenly found that he had forgotten a lot of things, and now, he had to remember all these things.

That is to re-refine the divine artifact, only in this way can he find the life he once failed, but where to start, he can't think clearly, and he can't think about these problems clearly, everything now is too difficult for him.

What's more, he actually forgot many things, but he always thought that he had remembered, perhaps, this was his sorrow, Xia Lang sighed again.

Just when Xia Lang was thinking about these things, an old man came to look for him.

He looked at the old man, and the old man looked at him, and they looked at each other for I don't know how long, before the old man said, "Do you know who I am?"

Xia Lang shook his head, "I don't know my seniors, I don't know what my seniors are talking about when they come to me?"

When the old man heard this, he smiled and nodded, "You don't know me, it's good, it's good." ”

Xia Lang was even more puzzled when he heard the anger in his words, "Have I offended you before?"

"Yes, I once provoked you, and you were very upset. When the old man said this, Xia Lang smiled, he smiled happily, he hadn't met such a cheerful person for a long time, and he was a little overwhelmed.

The old man hadn't met Xia Lang for a long time, and he was in a very good mood, two people who were in a particularly good mood got together, and the other people's moods were also a lot better, they were all very happy, but such happy times were always very short, and troubles always followed.

Now, what else can be done, what else can be thought about, what is going on now, he can't figure it out, he's tired, he's really tired, if he can, he wants to integrate everything else into this.

The old man didn't say anything at this time, he also forgot what he came to do, he felt that his time was running out, and he didn't understand what he was doing, what should he think about now, he was so tired, this world made him have no courage to stay at all.

Xia Wolf Ye could understand the old man's mood, and his mood became inexplicably depressed, he couldn't understand what was wrong with him, and he was very sad.

Xia Lang chatted with the old man for a while, and came to an important conclusion, that is, he must give up a lot of things, otherwise, the rest of his life will be very difficult, he doesn't know what to do, and he doesn't know what else he can think, he is really at a loss.

Life may be like this, no one can be smooth sailing, so, things at this stage make Xia Lang also very troubled, he doesn't understand what else he can do to make others satisfied, or, no matter what he does, others can't be satisfied, so he has to find a place to sit without saying anything, now, what else can he think about.

He is very tired, and the others also think the same way, they all feel that they are very tired, and they don't know what else they can ask, Xia Lang knows that no matter how tired he is, he has to live, he doesn't know what he can do, do other people know. k

Or perhaps, everything now makes him feel very tired, no one can explain these things, and he doesn't know what courage he still has to support himself to the end.

The old man saw that Xia Lang was thinking again, so he went to other places and got busy with his own business, now, there was nothing he needed to think about, and he couldn't understand what he was doing wrong, there were too many things he didn't understand.

Xia Lang thought about this matter back and forth, and then stopped thinking about it, now, what else is worth remembering him, he doesn't know what he did wrong, what else he doesn't understand, just when he forgets these things, he doesn't understand, and others don't want to say more.

Rather than this, just don't care about anything, it's not impossible to do this, Xia Lang's idea is also very simple, he thinks that doing this is a good way, so he didn't worry about this matter anymore, and he didn't know what else he could do, what else could he do, he was so tired, really tired, I didn't want to know anything, and I didn't want to ask.

What's more, Xia Lang hasn't thought about the problem clearly, these people have already scolded, Xia Lang is playing with the magic weapon in his hand at the moment, suddenly, a person came and scolded him, he couldn't figure it out at all, let alone understand, what should he say now, what else can he think, he can't figure out what is wrong.

Other people also felt very incomprehensible, everyone was confused, or perhaps, these things were really calculated, Xia Lang didn't say anything, didn't think about anything, just sat alone, he didn't know how long he would sit in this place, but he felt as if he had been in this world for a long time.

Or perhaps, he is really tired now, if he can, he hopes that he can forget many things in his life, only by doing this, can he have the courage to live, otherwise, he really doesn't know what he is living in this world for.

There are so many things he doesn't need, he can not need anything, but other people are always going to shove those things into him and say to him, I'm doing this for your good.

Life shouldn't be like this, Xia Lang felt sleepy, so he found a place, rested casually for a while, and then continued on the road, he didn't know where he was going, and he didn't know how far he could go.

However, he knew that no matter how far the road ahead, he would definitely go, and wherever he was, he would go, and everything that was now felt unreal to him.

Sometimes, there are too many questions that he can't understand, and maybe, it can only be like this, and he has no other way.

Xia Lang unconsciously walked out of the national capital and came to Mofeng Country, once, he had stayed here for a long time, and there were many stories here, but what was going on here? He saw that the people around him were quite high, and he was very happy, he didn't know what else he could do, what else could he think, or maybe what did these things have to do with him?

If that's the case, he doesn't want to know too much, because he never needs to know anything in life, what else can he ask, just when I'm getting more and more confused, I really don't understand at all, and I don't want to know where the future road is going.

After all, I know that these things are not good for me, Xia Lang's heart is very tired, he doesn't know how he lived to this age, and he feels that the more he lives, the more outrageous he becomes.

Zhu Xiaoxiao and Xiao Mi came to his side at this moment, they were also very uncomfortable when they saw Xia Lang like this, but what could they do.