The sky ~ was getting dark, and there was a burst of dark clouds blowing in the southwest, and then thunder flashed, and then large raindrops fell with the wind.

As the saying goes, a spring breeze is warm, an autumn rain is cold. In the northern capital in October, there is a sudden thunderstorm, which will still make people feel a little autumn and winter.

Just when Ye Feng felt that he was about to suppress the black gas, he never thought that it was still fruitless to trap the beast, and resolutely chose to explode itself.

couldn't describe that kind of scene, Ye Feng just felt a red light in his head. It was originally a black mass of gas, but somehow, it burned out of thin air, and then exploded.

"Boom!" Ye Feng's body shook twice, and then his eyes went black and he fell to the ground. His head seemed to be on fire, and it was so hot that he couldn't bear it. Eventually, even the whole body began to burn, and the exposed skin began to heat up rapidly, turning red.

The rain wet his hair, his cheeks, his clothes and shoes. As a result, Ye Feng's body that was about to be ignited began to slowly cool down again.

However, this is not enough. He still felt hot and irritable. Even, the red skin was even more rosy, and it did not mean to return to normal skin color.

Because Ye Feng's brain was overhit in a very short period of time, causing him to fall into a deep coma, it was impossible to wake up casually. Even if there is Mu Linglong's protection in the body, even if it is constantly repairing the injured area.

However, this spark burned the prairie like a stormy wave, like a flood bursting its embankment. It burns the three souls and seven spirits, the roasted essence and spirit, and consumes the life instinct, how can it be easily extinguished?

Just when Ye Feng felt that he was going to fly for nine days and die with a whimper. The green light in the mud pill palace was magnificent, and then two white lights flew out, and it was actually Mu Linglong who warned and summoned the protector of the primordial god.

The two brothers, Mu Bodhi and Mu Shura, looked at each other and smiled bitterly, shaking their heads one after another, although they sighed that the world was impermanent, they could only unite their minds and spirits, and used all their mana to maintain Ye Feng's body from being burned into charred by this ghostly light. I just hope that Mu Linglong can repair the injured area quickly, so that Ye Feng can recover and wake up.

I don't know how long it was, maybe an hour, or two hours, or hours. Ye Feng opened his eyes leisurely and found that he was lying on his back next to a pond in the suburbs.

The belongings he had with him were gone, and even a pair of boxer shorts were left on his body. My whole body was sore and painful, and even my head was groggy, as if I was in another world, but I couldn't remember anything.

Who am I? Where is this? How did I end up here? Where's my clothes? He frowned in pain, but his mind went blank. The more he tried to think about these questions, the more his head hurt. In the end, I simply didn't want to think about it, stood up, and carefully looked at the situation around me.

It was an unknown village, and the dense and brilliant neon lights in the distance told him that it was the outskirts of the city. There is no moon in the sky, only sparse three or two stars, which looks very lonely and helpless. There were traces of the wind and rain on the ground, but now the rain had stopped and the wind had subsided.

The leaves on the branches have turned yellow, and it is clear that this is autumn. To be precise, it should be close to the Mid-Autumn Festival. But Ye Feng, who was only wearing a pair of red boxer briefs, did not feel cold and uncomfortable, which showed that his body was still healthy and there was no underlying disease.

Looking down at the four words glittering on the boxers, it turned out to be: All the best. Ye Feng grinned and thought, what about all the best? It's so wishful, so wishful, so wishful that I don't even know what I'm called, it's really time, luck, life, and creation.

He doesn't know who he is, whether he is good or evil, rich or poor, happy or unhappy. But fortunately, he is still alive, and he is not missing arms or legs, this is the capital of life.

Ye Feng checked his body and found that there were no obvious external injuries, so he couldn't help but be a little puzzled. Could it be that he was drunk and broken? And then the body was picked up again, and the mantle and money were robbed, so it ended up in such a miserable situation?

Well, it's possible. Then walk around the village, maybe someone knows him, and then they will inform his family and bring him back. Worst of all, find the police station and let those policemen send them home?

He suddenly noticed a problem, that is, it was very dark, and there was no light around, how could he see things in front of him so clearly? Could it be that buddy is a night vision? He lowered his head again, and sure enough, he could see the situation under his feet clearly, even the lost ant on his toe.

Ye Feng is very happy, in this way, he is not afraid that he will get lost in the dark, it is a blessing in misfortune! There was a slight rustling sound in his ears, and he turned his head to see through the yellow weeds, and found a wrist-thick white-browed pit viper spitting out letters in search of prey.

Hey~ Mom, Ye Feng was so frightened that he almost didn't fall to the ground. With a frightened face, he glanced at the snake again, and estimated that it was still five or six meters away from where he was, so he calmed down a little. Then stand on tiptoe and carefully step on the slightly flat stone and walk into the distance.

As soon as he took seven or eight steps, he suddenly stopped. His brows were tightly wrinkled together, and he thought, the white-browed pit viper was obviously hiding in the grass, how could I see it clearly through the grass? Could it be that the eyes of the buddy still have the function of see-through?

Thinking so, he lowered his head again. Then, through the red boxer panties, I saw my own little leaf wind.

Bah! What's so nice about yourself? If you want to see it, you can watch it anytime, why wear a pair of boxer briefs and go to the suburbs to "enjoy yourself", isn't it? If you want to see it, you are also looking for a beautiful woman with outstanding appearance, outstanding temperament, outstanding figure, and outstanding everywhere in the body, isn't it?

What you don't have is often more precious. Thinking like this, a flush inevitably crept up on his cheeks, and his face was red like drunk, but there was no unique taste of alcohol on his body.

Walking towards the light, I came to a village in a short time. In front of the eye is a house, a high-gate compound, and a brand-new Land Rover car parked in front of the house. The yard was large, with a sycamore tree the size of a basin planted in it, and two ropes were pulled under the eaves, and a lot of half-dried clothes and pantyhose were dried.

Ye Feng looked around, and when he saw that there was no one, he gently pushed open the door of the void. Quietly walked into the courtyard, hid behind the plane tree, and carefully observed the people in the house. I saw that all the voices came from the second floor, and although the living room on the first floor was also lit and the TV was on, it was empty.

Ye Feng settled down, tiptoed to the eaves, picked out a set of clothes that almost fit, and found a pair of men's leather shoes on the windowsill to put on his feet, and then prepared to leave in a panic.

When I turned around, I saw the news on the TV in the room. is a dignified and beautiful hostess, wearing a silver-gray professional suit, sitting in front of the camera with a serious face, and saying to the camera:

"Last night, there was a serious car accident at the intersection of Jianshe Road and Beidu Avenue. A black Mercedes Benz directly knocked two pedestrians crossing the road into the air, and an elderly man died on the spot. It is understood that the driver fled after hitting someone, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in the carriage, and it was initially suspected that it was drunk driving. ……”

Ye Feng's gaze was fixed on the photo of the wanted warrant, he looked at his reflection on the window glass, and then looked at the photo on the TV, and cold sweat fell down. His grandmother's, how does this wanted man look so much like himself? Could it be that he drove a car and killed someone?

He struggled to remember the car he had driven, which seemed to be a black Mercedes. It's just that when he continued to remember, there was a convulsive pain in the depths of his brain, and he couldn't stop, and then walked out of the yard in a trance, walking aimlessly along the winding road.

What to do? If it was true that he drove his car and killed someone and then escaped, if he was caught by the police, he would definitely go to jail. Huaxia's punishment for drunk driving is almost harsh, not only will the driver's license be revoked, but also a lifetime ban on driving. What's more, if he hit someone and hit and run, he counted with his fingers, and at least he would be sentenced to more than ten years in prison.

Finished! Ye Feng thought, I thought that if I didn't die, there would be a blessing in the future, but this is clearly a house leak that happened to rain overnight, and I met a debt collector in another country!

Turn yourself in, right? In this way, the conscience can be passed. However, when he thought of the long prison life, Ye Feng retreated again. More than ten years, it is enough to turn a talented spiritual guy into a middle-aged uncle with a sloppy beard. At that time, what ideal revenge is there to talk about? Happy life?

No, you can't turn yourself in. Confess leniently, sit through the bottom of the prison; Resist strictness and go home for the New Year. Anyway, I don't even know myself now, so let's hide! With that in mind, he turned around and walked towards the dimly lit suburbs.

Troubles and sorrows made him not feel tired at all, and he walked forward mechanically, forward, forward. It didn't stop until the east became white, and then a round of red sun jumped.

In front of me is a small hill, not high, but very beautiful. The mountain is covered with lush pines and cypresses, and there are even several small bamboo forests with withered leaves. The sound of water can be faintly heard in the col, and as far as the eye can see, there are two pavilions for people to rest.

Blown by this morning breeze, Ye Feng actually had a kind of intimate feeling. I can't help but think of such a poem: The lotus platform is like a view, and the Bodhi tree is at ease. A smile and a anger are all wind and thunder, and the tenth generation of penance and golden lotus blooms.