"He's been dead for a long time, and he can't be saved." Xiao Fan came to Mu Feng's side and gently patted him twice on the shoulder and comforted.

Mu Feng didn't speak, kneeling beside Qianyi for a long time and reluctant to get up.

The mountain breeze blew the flowing stream, cold and ruthlessly hit Mu Feng's body, those shocking wounds on his body may have been soaked in the water for too long and began to whiten, and the unspeakable pain made him difficult to let go, allowing tears to fall on Qian Yi's body.

The feeling of loss turned out to be so painful, I really shouldn't live in this world, and the people I love the most disappeared from my side one after another.

I used to think that no matter how important a person is, he is just a passer-by in the long journey of his life, and there is nothing worth feeling with his heart, but now Mu Feng really feels that some things often come to you inadvertently, and when these things disappear from your side quietly, you realize how important and indispensable they are in your heart.

If one day he can find someone who is worth exchanging his life for, Mu Feng's answer now is Qianyi, who has already died in front of him, but unfortunately Qianyi is one step ahead of himself.

As the sun set as the sun set, Mu Feng struggled to dig in the woods by the stream with his broken sword, perhaps because of overexertion, the wounds on his body began to turn red again, and after a while, the blood gradually stained his body red again along these wounds.

Mu Feng's mind was dizzy, and there was a sharp pain all over his body, because of excessive blood loss, his face had become extremely pale, and the action of digging the soil had become slow, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Why don't you rest and do this again?" The red-haired boy leaned under a tree, the afterglow of the setting sun shining on his handsome face as white as jade looked particularly charming, and his seemingly immature age always made Mu Feng feel a kind of sadness and maturity that had gone through the vicissitudes of life and saw through the heat and coldness of the world, which was extremely inconsistent with his age.

"Let him be buried as soon as possible," Mu Feng smiled forcefully, his face was extremely pale, his head was sweating profusely, but his body was full of blood, which made people feel distressed.

"Hehe, can you be safe in the ground? After entering the soil, it is just turned into nourishment for these plants and trees. Men don't flick when they have tears, be strong. The red-haired young man laughed a few times and replied disdainfully.

"It's just not to the sad place. Thank you for saving us! ”

Mu Feng didn't refute his words, because he knew that falling from such a high place, even if he fell into the water, he would probably not be able to survive, and the only person here was him, and he could guess why this was with a little brain.

Mu Feng's words made him feel a little surprised, and after a while, he smiled bitterly and pulled out a green grass next to him and put it in his mouth, looking at the sunset that was gradually disappearing into the mountain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Trying his last strength, when the soil buried Qianyi's body, Mu Feng finally couldn't hold on and was paralyzed on the ground panting.

"It's dark here, and the mountain should be beautiful now!" When the sunset had completely set and the valley had fallen into a dim gloom, the red-haired boy finally got up and gently dusted off the dust from his delicate robe, looked up in the direction of Qixia Peak, and muttered.

Mu Feng lay calmly on the ground, looking at the thick clouds in the sky, not even a trace of stars could be seen, dim and depressed like a precursor to an approaching storm.

At this moment, the sunset on Qixia Peak should be beautiful, and after a while, there will be a beautiful scenery full of stars, but what can be seen under the mountain is always dim, and there is no light at all.

"Who the hell are you?" Mu Feng breathed back slightly, although he wanted to close his eyes, but at this moment, for this mysterious red-haired boy, he had to force his body to avoid falling asleep.

"Is that important to you? I'm just looking for someone to talk to. The red-haired boy didn't care about Mu Feng's vigilant and questioning eyes, and replied with an indifferent smile.

"Chat?" Mu Feng frowned slightly.

"The sun is shining on the mountain, and it is raining on the mountain, how do you know what the rain is like on the mountain? Maybe you pee on it, and everyone below will rain with a wave. ”

"What do you mean?"

Looking at the red-haired and bewitching young man in front of him leaning in front of the tree, with a different kind of light flashing in his eyes, he looked at the mountains and green forests in front of him that could only vaguely see a trace of outline in the dark night, and his inexplicable words made Mu Feng feel puzzled.

"He's your friend?" The young man looked sideways at Mu Feng and smiled slightly without giving any explanation, pointing to the small dirt bag beside Mu Feng and asked softly.

As soon as "brother" mentioned Qianyi, Mu Feng felt very uncomfortable, and silently lowered his head and spit out two words in a low voice.

"Hehe, you look like you're in pain right now." "Am I supposed to be happy?" Mu Feng's reddened eyes looked directly at the young man in front of him and asked coldly.

"I didn't mean that, the most painful thing for you is to see your friends, brothers or even relatives die in front of you, and you can't do anything about it?" The red-haired boy smiled indifferently and waved his hand gently.

Hearing this, Mu Feng's heart trembled suddenly, maybe it was his unintentional words, but Mu Feng at this moment sounded so harsh.

"The most painful thing for me is after they die, while I myself am still alive." Looking at Mu Feng's sluggishness, the young man let out a wry smile after waiting for a moment.

This remark made Mu Feng speechless, yes, the most painful thing is that everyone is dead and I am alone, I hope that I am buried in the soil at the moment, at least my heart will not hurt so much.

"What are you laughing at?" After half a ring, the young man asked with a smile when he saw Mu Feng with tears in his eyes.

"Thinking of a person, you shouldn't be a member of the Heavenly Dao Sect, right?"

Mu Feng looked at the red-haired boy in front of him with a smile, how did he feel that his tone of speech was comparable to that of Yinkong?

"I'm not like them, and all the battles in this world can be described in seven words. They are not the same as the way I chose! ”

"Seven words?" Mu Feng wondered.

"When we don't suffer from poverty but suffer from inequality, when everyone is the same, it is understandable, and when we see that others are richer than ourselves, our hearts will lose our balance and become jealousy, which will then evolve into competition." The young man smiled lightly, but the understatement was in one sentence, which made Mu Feng feel horrified.

The young man's words obviously shocked Mu Feng, such words came from the mouth of incompetence, but from the mouth of such a child who looked milky and undry, it was really difficult for him to understand, and he was full of serious sentences, and this kind of feeling was really like an old-timer who had lived for a hundred years.