The arms under the sleeves are no longer full and strong, but instead shriveled and emaciated, covered with spots, which are age spots.

Red Flame finally understood the horror of the Gate of Life and Death, behind which was a place that urged people to grow old.

I thought that I was greeted by a fierce and unknown foreign object, but I didn't know that physical aging was the most terrible thing in the world.

No matter how tall the young stand and how straight the back is, when they are old, they have to bend on their stomachs.

From the prime of life to the twilight, no one can accept it, but will have the strength to disobey old age.

The corpses that died one by one before refused to fall, and it was precisely out of the struggle against aging that it was no wonder that it was sad to watch.

Red Flame walked more than a dozen steps, felt a sore back, unconsciously bowed his back, and groaned for a moment, he lay on the ground and crawled slowly.

Standing and walking is certainly dignified, but it will only consume physical strength, and you will age faster, and although it is not decent to lie on your stomach, you can go further.

For the sake of the goal, what is the point of crawling.

After ten years on the run, Red Flame has long known how to forbear, to accumulate strength, and to persevere, rather than to be ridiculously arrogant.

The door was as far as his eye could see, but the Red Flame was out of breath.

He has always been firm, but he has the heart to give up.

The decline of the body can destroy the will of man and make him surrender more than any hardship.

A white skeleton by the door, kneeling on one knee and resting his hand on the knocker, was one step away from pushing the door out, but the man ran out of strength and stopped at the last step.

Red Flame moved, and it took me some time before he arrived at the door, panting, trying to push away the bones lying on the door, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

The hand that once set up a killing array and asked for people's lives in the blink of an eye can't be lifted at this moment.

Decadence filled his mind, his face pressed to the ground, more depressed and desperate than when he fled.

"Life and death, what do you think?"

On the way here, Zhimo asked him, he thought about it, and asked, "What do seniors think?"

"Live well, die well. ”

Nonsense, this was the first feeling in my heart at the time, but now that I think about it, it seems to be a truth.

Born to do what he should do, Red Flame took a deep breath, pushed the white bone in front of him, and then lay down, lying down for half an hour, he rushed to recover his strength, supported himself little by little, clasped the door knocker in his hand, rested for another half an hour, and used all his strength to push it away.

When the door opened, it was dark behind me, and I couldn't see the darkness of my fingers.

What he had worked so hard to get was endless black, and the red flames fell to the ground in vain.

Red Flame felt that his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand catties, and he was about to close them slowly, and he vaguely heard someone shouting fiercely, and there was only one person in the world who would shout like this.

The eyelids closed and opened again, and the red flame continued to crawl forward, the voice of the call getting closer and closer, the figure in front of him swayed, and someone ran towards him.

The man was short and thin, but when he came, he was able to lift him up.

Worthy of a good life, Red Flame is relieved.

"Lie, how are you?" Chiichi looked at Red Flame nervously, and Red Flame felt his strength return to his body, and shook his head slightly to show that he was okay.

After knowing oneself, Cheng Ran reminded, "You only have time for a stick of incense, let's go." ”

After a stick of incense, the prison guards of the Three Houses will begin to hunt them down, catch them, one dip the gold pool, the other torture, they must escape.

Zhiyi glanced at Cheng Ran, his eyes were slightly red, and Cheng Ran turned his back, the same as in the Kunlun Hall that day.

Zhiyi said a word to take care and helped the red flame away.

Mimang Mountain is majestic, and a stick of incense can't escape down the mountain at all, not to mention that the guards under the mountain are gathered, and it is undoubtedly sent to death when they go down.

Just knowing that he was at a loss, the red flame pointed to the top of the mountain, since the mountain could not go down, the only way to go up to the top of the mountain.