The Battle of the East China Sea ended, and Ling Xuanluo withdrew his troops. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The road back to Xuanyuan Mountain was difficult, and the grief of losing this battle has always entangled him. With the messy end settled, he had time to reflect on the battle.

In the process, his mistakes were everywhere, and he was full of self-blame, until he could not bear it anymore and fell from the back of his horse into the clouds.

When he opened his eyes again, he did not fall to the ground, but lay down on a soft and comfortable cloud bed.

Lying on the bed, he seemed to be no longer a man of heaven and earth who was more than seven feet long and shouldered the task of saving the world, and he felt that he had returned to the sleepy-eyed little boy when he was five years old.

The goose-down clouds, like his mother's body and hands, rubbed every inch of his skin lovingly, and this warmth made him nostalgic, as if he had been looking forward to it for a whole lifetime. He no longer wanted to get up and leave, he just wanted to enjoy it forever.

In his mind, a hazy flag shadow appeared, and there was also a huge eagle image passing in front of him. But those scenes were too illusory for him, like a nightmare he had before, the moment he fell off the horse, the dream was over, and he had woken up and got rid of those abrasive pasts. Floating like a dream, it turns out that he has always recognized mistakes, in fact, only the floating white clouds around him are the most real existence.

He looked at the beautiful blue sky in a daze, and smiled as if he was drunk, "This road, I guess it leads to heaven!

He struggled to recall, what had happened in the past, and who were interspersed with those things, but this time, the memories were entangled and numb, as long as he thought about it a little deeply, and wanted to see those vague shadows clearly, he had a splitting headache, and his whole brain seemed to explode.

So he gave up struggling, gave up thinking, and let himself be uncared for, and his whole body was immersed in the intoxicating comfort.

Experiencing the leisurely feeling of running to heaven, he stretched his limbs on the cloud bed, letting his exhaustion disappear little by little, and a long-lost, cynical smile appeared on his face.

"What does the past have to do with me, and what do I have to do with it? I still think about what they do? Just go to heaven, and from then on, I will be able to enjoy a warm and carefree life forever. Why are you fighting, and where are you defending? These wishes are unrealistic, and will eventually become a joke compared to the heaven of the dead. From now on, the only thing I have to do is to eat, drink, and enjoy myself without any worries! How stupid should I have been before? The world is vast, I am like dust, with my Ling Xuanluo's hands and a sword, I can save the people of the Six Realms, let the Condor Alliance defeat the powerful dark forces, and win the decisive battle in the clouds? This is simply a fool's dream, and my little ability is only enough to take care of my personal happiness at best. So I'd better lie down honestly, go with the clouds, and go as far as possible, so that those people will never find me again, and never bother me again!"

Awakened by this strange and strange thought, he lazily turned to his side, reclining and supporting his head with his hands, looking down at the rivers and mountains of the Six Realms under the clouds.

The clouds are quiet and windless, and the mortal dust of the Nether is really chaotic compared to them.

Every now and then, he could see black smoke rising from a village or town. Black smoke mixed with firelight, as soon as it drifted by, it was accompanied by a scream and cry that pierced the sky.

He studied with great interest and found that the thick white smoke was wolf smoke, and as long as it floated up on a certain mountain, it would soon appear on a certain mountain road with colorful flags, and march forward to a certain battlefield.