Meng Qinghu and Xiao Muchen searched in the ruined city.

Where did Sangyu go?

Could she be in danger?

Xiao Muchen stopped and looked around: "Let's go to the beach and have a look." ”

Meng Qinghu looked at him silently, the seaside, the monster, the huge whirlpool like a black hole.

In his mind, Sang Yu's figure disappeared in front of the black hole, and she didn't forget to wave her hands before disappearing, pouring all her spiritual power into him.

He could feel the smile on her lips as the crazy foliage hung him firmly on the branches.

She wanted him to be safe, and he didn't want her to be safe.

"Okay."

Meng Qinghu's voice was a little hoarse, he took a long breath, calmed down, and turned around and walked towards the beach.

He's sure he'll find his sister, and they're going home together.

Xiao Muchen was behind Meng Qinghu, clenching his hands tightly.

He lost her, and he still lost her.

She is still so young, what should she do if she is in danger, what should she do if she is injured?

If she had the slightest accident, he couldn't forgive himself. That's the girl he's going to protect for the rest of his life, and in the end, how could he lose her?

The two men walked silently through the mud towards the sea, the uneven street under their feet, and the ruins on both sides of the street stood like monsters.

The former prosperity is gone, and those who evacuated should have gone to the north safely.

Xiao Muchen's gaze fell from the street to the corner of the wall, and then to the miscellaneous objects piled up together.

Whenever there was anything suspicious, he would walk over and look for it.

"Huzi, there seems to be someone over there."

Xiao Muchen pointed to a house, the roof was no longer there, but the four solid walls were still there, and in the corner of one of the walls, something was faintly visible squirming.

Meng Qinghu turned over and jumped over the broken walls, kicked away the debris on the road, and walked to the relatively sturdy corner.

It is like a small iron tower, erecting an intimate space.

Beneath the tower were two humanoid bodies.

Meng Qinghu carefully boiled a corner and dragged a person out of the gap.

He also held a piece of iron in his wrist and palm, a gold-based powerhouse.

Meng Qinghu reached out and touched the mud on his face, this person was pale, with a purple swelling on his face, obviously suffocated to death by the mud covering his face after losing his strength.

This tower should have been built by him temporarily, but because of the exhaustion of his mental power, his name was not saved in the end.

This was the 23rd person they had found in this ruin, and these people didn't even have to look at their faces, and they knew that this was a member of the Independent Regiment.

Meng Yanxuan, with his own selfishness, buried these innocent lives here.

These people could have lived.

Meng Qinghu squatted down and reached for one of the corpses inside. When his hand held the other's ankle, he suddenly felt a palpitation. He looked around blankly, and there was nothing unusual around him.

What made him feel panic.

He retracted his hand a little frightened and looked at Xiao Muchen.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Muchen, who was standing on the side, lowered his head, probably because the other party was in a hostile relationship, and he was in a state of inaction most of the time. Only when Meng Qinghu needs help, he will help.

"This person, you come."

Xiao Muchen watched Meng Qinghu stand up, took two steps and walked back, squatting down, staring at his hand on the other party's wrist.

His posture was tense, and his whole body remained in a state of readiness. It's as if the next moment if there is any accident, he will jump up and run.

As soon as he got his hands on it, Xiao Muchen felt a faint pulse.

The man was not dead yet, and with his strength, he dragged him out from under the tower.

The mud covered the clothes and faces, and it was impossible to distinguish the true face of the person in front of him. On the ground, a trail of drag was dragged.

Xiao Muchen turned his head to look at Meng Qinghu, who was nervous, and he suddenly understood his nervousness and fear.

He knew the man was still alive!

So does Sang Yu know? Will she be sad, the taste of abandonment no one will like. What's more, this person also betrayed the base.

Xiao Muchen stretched out his hand, hesitated for a while, and still tore off a piece of cloth that was so dirty that he didn't look at the placket of his clothes. He gently wiped the mud off the other party's face, revealing the other party's original face.

"Meng Yanxuan."

With Xiao Muchen's exclamation, Meng Qinghu's knees weakened and he sat on the ground.

"He's not dead yet, and he may have to be saved."

Xiao Muchen squatted down to turn over Meng Yanxuan's back, trying to make him lie on his side, so that it was easy to deduct the mud and sea water from his mouth.

"Don't touch him."

An arm stretched out, stopping Xiao Muchen's movements.

Meng Qinghu's voice was dry and numb, completely changing the appearance of a person.

"He's dead, and even though he's a hostile general, he should be allowed to die with dignity."

Xiao Muchen raised his eyes to look at Meng Qinghu, who was pale, and slowly withdrew his hand after a long time.

Perhaps the man was really dead, though his pulse was still beating faintly, and his breath could still make out the shallow currents.

But he is indeed not far from death, as long as he is allowed to lie here, it will not be long before he will be a corpse.

"Let's go, we're going to find Sang Yu."

Meng Qinghu looked coldly at Meng Yanxuan on the ground, as if he was looking at a dead man.

If he hadn't captured Sangyu, Sangyu wouldn't have disappeared. If something happened to Sang Yu, Meng Yanxuan's death would not be enough to vent the anger in his heart.

Even if he gave birth to him and raised Sangyu, he had no right to decide their life and death.

Xiao Muchen stood up silently, since Meng Qinghu chose to let the other party die, then let him die.

Even if he saves him now, there is no guarantee that this person will live.

Seeing Meng Qinghu turn around indifferently and look in the other direction, Xiao Muchen looked at Meng Yanxuan on the ground and sighed for a long time.

When he shouted out Meng Yanxuan, Meng Qinghu's indifference made him realize that Meng Qinghu would not recognize him.

Perhaps in his mind, their father was dead when he abandoned his wife and daughter nine years ago, and now he is only a stranger alive.

The man on earth seemed to hear them, and he struggled desperately, trying to struggle to sit up, or to shout. But until the two of them walked away, his struggle was not very obvious, like the dying struggle of a big meat and worm!

The two men walked silently through the chaotic muddy streets full of rubbish and rubble, turning and turning.

Meng Qinghu's footsteps became slower and heavier.

He really wanted to go back and see, but he forced himself not to look back, he couldn't look back, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but relent.

Just as he was hesitating and struggling, a clay hand reached over and grabbed his arm: "Meng Qinghu, the dead are the greatest, no matter who the other party is, we see it, we should bury them." Settle in the ground. ”

Meng Qinghu looked at his feet silently, on the muddy and sandy road, he couldn't see where the road was, where the houses were, and where the square used to be.

He was passively dragged by Xiao Muchen in a daze, and walked back.

In the distance, the two bodies were still there, as if nothing had changed. If you look closely, it is obvious that the second has struggled, but the traces are very faint and not very obvious.

Xiao Muchen squatted down and tested Meng Yanxuan's snort again, this time his snort was nothing, he should be dead.

"It's really dead."

He breathed a soft, slow sigh of relief and straightened his clothes.

Hearing this, Meng Qinghu was stunned for a moment, then squatted down, tore off a hem of his clothes, and carefully wiped the dirt off Meng Yanxuan's face.

He's dead.

He finally died.

Meng Qinghu thought he would cry, but he didn't have a single tear.

He still has to go to his sister, how can he have time to shed tears here for an unworthy person.

You see me live, I watch you die.

You are waiting for me to come into this world, and I will send you out of this world.

A shovel of soil, a spade of mud, digging a cemetery where you can stay, Meng Qinghu, with the help of Xiao Muchen, carried Meng Yanxuan's body to the cave.

I hope that in the next life, I can be a good son, and you can be a good father.

……

Meng Sangyu, I'm Jing Zhan.

This is the best sound Sang Yu has ever heard.

She looked up at the Adam's apple above her head and down her pointed chin. She saw a pair of bright eyes, which seemed to be filled with a sea of stars, vast and splendid.

It's a pair of eyes full of smiles and tenderness.

The dusty memory was opened in an instant, and many years ago, there was also a boy who smiled at her like this.

The spring breeze is ten miles, it is better for you to smile at the moment.

Sang Yu was stunned, the man in front of him was strange and familiar.

She muttered, "Jing Zhan? ”

"Yes, I'm Jing Zhan. Meng Sangyu, do you remember me? ”

Sang Yu never thought that she would meet Jing Zhan when she was at her most embarrassed.

This is her Jingzhan brother!

She grabbed Jing Zhan's neck and shouted happily: "Jing Zhan, where have you been, why did you come to me?" ”

Why did you come to me?

You don't know how long I've been waiting for you, you promised to accompany me to the south, we're going to build an oasis, we're going to pick up grandparents to come to the oasis.

I built the oasis, but you didn't come.

Now, the oasis is ruined and here you are.

Jing Zhan, why didn't you come earlier, why did you come so late.

You don't see chickens and ducks in circles, you don't see pigs, sheep and cows in the pens, you don't see fragrant rice hanging down to kiss the earth, you don't see the smiles on people's faces during the harvest.

We haven't had time to celebrate the joy of the harvest, we haven't had time to pick up our grandparents.

You're too late!

Jing Zhan, where have you been all these years?

In the blue sky, the wind flew past the ears, and the Jingzhan flew higher and higher, and the more powerful it became.

He saw that her eyes were as moist and sparkling as water-soaked grapes.

He seemed to be able to see the memories in her eyes, the past, the days when he was away, and all her efforts.

Jing Zhan hugged the girl in his arms tightly, am I late?

No, as long as it finds you, it's never too late.