But as time passed, the midday sun gradually fell westward, and the fiery red dusk gradually reflected in the entire Panlong Town, covering this place with a red veil. The midday warmth gradually dissipated from the streets, and pedestrians returned to their homes to see their wives or husbands, children or mothers.

There are only a few yellow fallen leaves on the street that are still drifting in the autumn wind, sometimes landing and sometimes being blown into the distance, lost in the track, as if reflecting themselves in the next second. Like a wandering prodigal son, homeless and nowhere to go. The faint crow on the old tree kept crying, the voice was hoarse, calling the fallen leaves, like a loving mother, calling the prodigal son far away in the sky.

Hanshi wandered alone in this bleak street, he was cold and hungry but he didn't know where to go, he didn't know where he wanted to go, he didn't know where he wanted to go. Over the years, he has been living in the Overlord Martial Arts Hall, where he is clothed and fed, and he is high. But when I left suddenly, I found that I was nothing, had no friends and no place to live, and even if I walked on the street, those ordinary people looked at it differently and stayed away.

Hanshi endured the pain and limped forward, but when the pain gradually fell home, the blood congealed in the cold autumn wind. Han Shi raised his head, looked into the distance, and looked at the dusk that was gradually ending, and he suddenly realized that he had reached the edge of Panlong Town. Go further, then you will walk out of Panlong Town, in front of which is an unknown world, a world that has never been to and does not want to go, because the cold food is still concerned about here.

Father's words are still echoing in his ears, and in that coma, the most sincere call to himself is "Run, cold food, run......

Hanshi stopped abruptly, and although he didn't know what the deer had done to his father, he had to go back and fish his father out of the abyss.

Looking back, the horizontal houses blocked the sight of his home, and all he could see was the lights and the people. A small temple appeared in front of Hanshi, and there was a glimmer of light inside, flickering in the malignness, as if beckoning to Hanshi.

After walking in, the cold food is also

also suddenly sobered up, especially looking at the tea shed in the distance, the cold food is still fresh in my memory. That was the place where he had fought with Xuanyuan Po, and it was also the place where he first met the stinky beggar Su Qi'er. Hanshi seems to have grown up overnight, and he feels ashamed and remorseful about his old ways.

Looking at the tea shed for a long time, Han Shi laughed at himself, sighed and said: "Cold food, cold food, I really didn't expect feng shui to take turns......"

The melancholy face, haggard eyes, and tears disobediently flowed from the corners of his big eyes. In the eyes of others, this is a man who never cries, but now Hanshi is quietly crying here, bearing all the pain alone. I want to talk to someone, but I don't have anything else around me except the cold wind.

Han Shi looked at the small temple behind him again, this is the place where Xuanyuan Po and the stinky beggar used to be dogs, hesitated for a moment, Han Shi smiled at the corner of his mouth, and silently muttered in his heart: "You are no different from them, in the end it is between life and death, alas~, it is my own mistake, it is my own mistake before......"

Han Shi sighed as he spoke, put down his tall shelf, and walked towards the temple.

There is a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and Hanshi feels a different warmth for a while, not to mention the warmth of his own home. Looking up, this temple is dedicated to the goddess Nuwa. In the past, Hanshi always only believed in himself, never believed in the legends of ghosts and gods, and believed that he could do everything by himself, and he didn't need the help of others at all.

And now, Hanshi knelt in front of the statue of the great god Nuwa with tears of pleading in his eyes, and his mind was full of the figure of his father. This was the time when he was most helpless, and it was also the time when he was most confused, he didn't know what to do, and he didn't know where to go, and now he could only believe in God.

Han Shi recovered for a moment in the temple and used his spiritual power to treat his own injuries, although it was a symptom but not a cure, but at least he suppressed some pain. When the pain in his body was no longer so intense, Hanshi's attention was quickly attracted by the things on the table, and hunger instantly filled his mind. Although he is an immortal cultivator, he is also a human after all, and he didn't eat anything all day long, and he had a fight with a deer in the morning, and

After running such a long way, I was indeed hungry for cold food.

When he stretched out his hand to eat the tribute, he was suddenly stunned, where was he still, and thought to himself: "I just asked the great god Nuwa to bless my father with safety, isn't it a little bad to eat her tribute now?"

Just when Han Shi was thinking, the cry of his stomach came again, and Han Shi gritted his teeth and said: "Forget it, what is in front of me is just a stone statue, it is better to rely on others than on yourself, it is better to fill your stomach and find a way to save my father, and that deer, I must slaughter him with my own hands......"

Thinking of this, Hanshi stretched out his hand and picked up a plate of tribute, the tribute seemed to have been here for some time, and it was a little dry. But for cold food, I don't care about these things for a long time, as long as I can eat a full stomach.

Although Han Shi said in his heart that he didn't believe in any gods, he was still a little jealous of gods in his heart. In this way, in front of the statue of the great god Nuwa, I blatantly ate her tribute, and I was faintly stunned in my heart. After being stunned for a moment, he turned around and walked to the steps outside the door, where he ate in a big gulp, although the wind was a little cold, but at least he could eat at ease.

The bright moon hung in the sky, eating cold food, attracted by the moon in the sky, and quietly looking at the moon in the sky. The moon means a different meaning to Hanshi, it is his "mother".

In this brief moment, warmth enveloped his heart.

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When Hanshi was young, his grandmother was still alive at that time, and he was very envious of other people's children, who had fathers and mothers. He was very envious, he didn't know why he didn't have a mother, whenever he asked his father Zhu San, Zhu San's cold face could only teach him a lesson. When he asked his grandmother, she comforted Hanshi in a kind tone, saying that his mother was on the moon, that he had grown up and sensible, and that his mother would naturally come back.

Thinking of this, Hanshi couldn't help but smile, slowly lowered his head, as if thinking about something, and chewing in his mouth became slower and slower. He also knew that his mother would not be able to come back, but he was still willing to stupidly believe his grandmother's lies and wanted to leave himself with an unattainable thought.

"Only mothers are good in the world, and children without mothers are like grass...... "The supreme Taoist system of the last days

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