The first moment was terrifying. There is nothing more pitiful than a frightened crowd. They rushed to get their weapons. They cried and ran, and many fell. These strong men who were attacked did not know what they were doing, they themselves shot each other. Some frightened people ran out of the house, ran into the house, ran out again, and scurried around in the middle of the battle. The family was shouting to each other. It was a tragic battle, involving even women and children. Whizzing cannonballs trailed long rays of light through the darkness. Bullets radiated from every dark corner. There was smoke and chaos everywhere. The entanglement of the baggage carts and the gun wagons made the chaos even more confusing. The horses also jumped in shock. People trampled on the wounded. There are ** sounds everywhere underground. These people were terrified, and those people were fainted. Soldiers and officers searched for each other. In the midst of all this, some people still hold a gloomy indifference. A woman sat against a wall, nursing her baby, and her husband, who had a broken leg and his back against the wall, was bleeding as he calmly loaded his carbine and released it into the darkness ahead. Some were lying on the ground, with their guns open in the middle of the wheels of the wagon. From time to time there was a burst of loud shouting.

The loud explosion overwhelmed everything, and the woman's husband was blown away by the air current, and the gun in his hand was thrown aside, and just as he was almost the ghost of the invader's sword, the purple beam of light suddenly imprisoned the ugly evil.

The power of the demon sword put an end to the battle, but the present world was also reduced to ruins, and the bitter wails hovered in the dark sky for a long time, the sun could not shine through the thick dark clouds, and the song of mournful birds could not tear apart a trace of light.

The world here is indescribable in any language.

Everyone wants to find their own dream, and it seems that they are also looking for the paradise in their hearts, and it seems that they need to find the stage they want when they walk through the streets of every city, and they also seem to want to pin the hope in their hearts to the paradise in their dreams, but after waking up, they will find that all this is their own **. So as to lose, thus to gain, there is no hope, and then try to enter your own heart. Look at the confusion and sadness of all this.

Looking at the misery of this world, Sikong Yao's heart was so sad that he couldn't say a word, this hellish scene was shocking, but it was thought-provoking, causing all this tragedy. Isn't it the greed in the human heart?

I can't let go of the ** in my eyes, I can't let go of the tension in my heart, and I can't move an inch in the future, and I have nowhere to go.

Every day, I fantasize that one day I will realize my dreams, try my best to earn money, use my brain to work, and consume my body to struggle, when I have given everything, what is it in exchange?

Touching his forehead with both hands, Sikong Yao was thinking. What was her dream?

I have completely forgotten it, I don't remember it anymore, and even if I do, isn't it just a dispensable thing? In order to gamble with his father, what did he gain in the past two years of traveling?

I lost more and more things, but my heart was never full, and when hell appeared in front of my eyes, I realized that those meaningless obsessions were just dispensable.

The drunkard sighed and said, "Don't force a lot of things that are not your own." Even if you get it in your hands, you will lose it, and the biggest shortcoming of people is greed, and after getting something, they want to get it again, so people become very selfish. Many times don't think about getting good, because when you have the good, you will lose the old, the good ones are new, there is no emotion and warmth, only the old is what you want. Including friends are the same, when you have new friends, you will forget the old friends, when you lose new friends, you will find that everything is old good, at least there are feelings, many things are like this, try to think about it, you will feel that life is flavorful. ”

Sikong Yao pursed his lips and asked, "Senior drunkard, is there any way to restore this world?" ”

The drunkard sighed and said, "How can the broken mirror be reunited, time cannot be transferred, where is the reason to regain what has been lost?" ”

"Is this the end of the world?" Sikong Yao asked.

The drunkard denied: "The destruction of the world is something that will happen sooner or later, but the opportunity is different and the time is different, but the reason behind all this is indeed the same, that is, human beings will never be satisfied." If you don't try to build a virtual world, how can you end up like this? ”

The drunkard's statement satirized Uncle Sikong Yao's original intention of establishing the Heart of Sacred Food, which made Sikong Yao a little annoyed, and she retorted: "But there will always be a day when food will run out, and Uncle's original intention of establishing the Heart of Holy Food is just for the sake of the future of mankind." ”

The drunkard shook his head and denied: "The idea of starting from this matter is good, but if you think about it a little deeper, don't you find that this is a way to escape from reality?" Not being able to face up to one's own mistakes and trying to solve the problem by avoiding it will only make the whole problem swell in severity and eventually explode. ”

Sikong Yao was speechless for a while, Sikong Yi established the problem of the Heart of Sacred Food in order to alleviate the problem of limited human food resources, and to avoid the upcoming Third Ice Age.

Although this idea is very good, but as the drunkard said, Sikong Yi's idea is very negative, although there is force majeure of non-human factors in the Ice Age, but the problem of food shortage is not really a problem that cannot be fundamentally solved.

The regeneration and utilization of resources has long been a problem that human beings have been discussing, and instead of solving this problem head-on, Sikong Yi is trying to build a virtual world to solve this problem of resource shortage.

Although this approach is feasible, once it is realized, it will only continue to breed human greed, waste of food and lack of appreciation of resources, such ideas have not been eliminated, and only then has Wu You and his party been constantly bred reaction.

It can be said that the destruction of the world is also the fault of human beings, and Wu You and his party are just a manifestation of the ugly side of human hearts.

Thinking of this, Sikong Yao's heart was inexplicably uncomfortable and miserable, how she hoped that all this was just a dream, and then when she woke up, everything had never happened, standing in the clouds and looking down, it was an ocean, and it seemed to be a piece of paradise, looking at it could make me feel melancholy, and it seemed to make me confused, here are rows of buildings, it is a high-rise building, I tried to achieve my dreams here, and I was afraid to go to heaven because of too much pressure, looking at the light reflected by the glass on the opposite floor, I seem to find any hope, but I have never opened the skylight in my heart, this seems to be the place to reach heaven, but also seems to be the place to achieve dreams, some people because of pressure, so to end their dreams here, and then go to another place that is heaven, some people can achieve their dreams in it, get luxury cars and mansions, this is the paradise in the hearts of many people.

But the reality is that as soon as Sikong Yao opened his eyes, he saw that drug-like greed had eaten away at the world, and he couldn't cry, even if he barely wanted to squeeze out a smile, it was even more ugly than crying.

The drunkard shook the empty wine gourd and said regretfully: "The homeland can be rebuilt after the war, but the problem of resource shortage is still severe, I hope you young people can understand everything in this tragedy." I'm already in the twilight of my life, old man, and I'm going to be buried soon, and I don't want you to follow in my footsteps in a few years. ”

As he spoke, the drunkard suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his expression became strangely painful, the power of the demon knife had already stripped the drunkard's life, and now he was still able to stand here, just barely supporting it.

Seeing that the drunkard was already dying, Yang Muling ran over nervously, "Master! ”

The drunkard grabbed Yang Muling's hand, coughed up a mouthful of blood again, and reluctantly said: "Muling, you can't go back to Yaoshan, you can follow your junior brother in the future and make a good contribution to this world." ”

"Master......" Meng Xiyao walked like a lead-filled footstep, his life was picked up by a drunkard, and this ability was also taught by him, a drunkard like a reborn parent died in front of his eyes, how could his heart feel good?

The moment she saw Meng Xiyao, Sikong Yao straightened her back, and it wasn't until now that she understood where such a familiar feeling came from.

At this time, Sikong Yao's tears could no longer hold back, and she threw herself into Meng Xiyao's arms, and there was only one person left in this world that she could rely on.

Feeling Sikong Yao who was constantly trembling in his body, Meng Xiyao's heart became more and more uncomfortable, just as he had experienced the pain of washing the marrow and changing his bones in order to study the knife technique in the past two years, presumably Sikong Yao had also suffered a lot, and she had never been able to confide in her inner distress, and she cried like a child.

Looking back at this devastated world, Meng Xiyao sighed deeply, although the post-war reconstruction work is heavy, but even more melancholy, even if the world can be restored, if human beings cannot reach a consensus to realize their mistakes, the next world will only be destroyed sooner or later.

The smoke and clouds that gradually dissipated, revealing the light that allows the sun to shine in, and inadvertently, slowly shines into the hearts of some people, cooking can satisfy the taste buds of human beings and the pursuit of happiness, but it can never be a way to relieve the world, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea can not become a good medicine to save the world, a bowl of bitter water that cannot be drunk, flowing in everyone's hearts, lasting for a long time. (To be continued.) )