Last night, a cold rain suddenly came, and the whole star was shrouded in a hazy smoke and rain, and a trace of shade wandered in the streets and alleys.

Those who forgot to be warmed up in the morning wrapped themselves more tightly in the quilt, and until the last moment, they never got out of the slightly warmer quilt.

Eight or nine days have passed since Yun Xiaotian came back from Blood Willow Hill.

In the past few days, Yun Xiaotian has been staying in the White Tiger Trading Co., Ltd., helping to take care of the orphans inside, and cultivating the original energy when he has time.

After the experience of Blood Willow Hill, Yun Xiaotian's Origin Energy cultivation became more and more solid and profound, and there was only a line away from breaking through the high level of the Warrior, and it could also be seen from this that Yun Xiaotian's Origin Ability Cultivation Talent was not trivial.

Wearing black trousers and a black coat, Yun Xiaotian held an umbrella and walked into the yard, in the cold light rain.

Today is a sad day, in the corners where the stars are innumerable, there are many people, with the same mood and the same purpose as Yun Xiaotian, out of the house, and submerged in the vast rain and fog.

Hai Honeysuckle, Haishan, Yun Xiaotian, and Ouyang Banxia, who had just been discharged from the hospital, looked solemn and silent along the way.

Looking at the raging fire rising in the lake in front of him, burning on the surface of the lake, countless stars and fires flickering, Yun Xiao couldn't tell the difference, which place was commanded by Cao Dao? Which one is Di Yiwu's again?

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Yun Xiaotian and the hillside where they were located were far away from the lake where the fire was burning, and the dense crowd did not show a trace of chaos, and everyone stared at the lake tightly, looking for their familiar comrades-in-arms or relatives.

The comrades-in-arms, relatives and friends of the martyrs who died in the war crowded the hillside, most of them with tears on their faces, crying softly, and from time to time some people wailed and fainted on the ground, and were helped to leave.

The big lake in front of you, called Yingling Lake, is also called the Lake of Blood and Tears, the soldiers who died in the star capital or the martyrs and heroes who died in the starry sky battlefield will be cremated here, and the ashes will be scattered into the big lake, and their names and deeds will be engraved in the stele forest of Yingling Mountain.

The solemn ceremony was carried out under the auspices of Long Yan, the Supreme Commander of the Helen Star of the Federal Government.

Around Yingling Lake, the continuous mountains are densely packed with relatives and friends, and the cries one after another tell the cruelty and bloodiness of the Battle of Bloody Willow Hill.

Yun Xiaotian didn't know how many people had died in the Blood Willow Hill, covering the surface of the lake, and the fires burning one after another made Yun Xiaotian understand the cruelty of the race war.

It's not the first time I've come here, Hai Honeysuckle and Ouyang Banxia, their expressions are serious, their expressions are solemn and solemn, staring at the lake tightly, listening to Marshal Long Yan's speech.

Haishan was already crying like a tearful person, and in this situation, Yun Xiaotian couldn't help but moisten his eyes and hold back his sentimental tears.

The rain and mist drifted and moved with the wind, wetting the hair, faces and clothes of many people.

Under the cold rain, Yun Xiaotian had a lot of raindrops condensed on his forehead, which slipped down his cheeks from time to time, and the cold rain made his forehead a little hot, making him feel like he was about to get sick.

The ceremony continued, Yun Xiaotian didn't care, still standing quietly, watching, listening.

A gray-brown tree mouse, jumping back and forth between the branches of the woods, indifferent to the strange humans here, not strange.

Looking for the fruit tree seeds hidden in the branches and leaves, the rain on the branches fell in a jump, hitting Yun Xiaotian's body.

Yun Xiaotian and his party of four, no one died in the Blood Willow Hill, which was undoubtedly lucky.

Yun Xiaotian doesn't like death, tears, or parting.

In this cruel world, people die every day, and no one can guarantee that there will be no one among them.

Like it or not, it just happens in your life, and you can't get rid of it.

All you can do is accept, get used to, and maybe eventually turn into indifference.

The rain is still there, the fire on the lake is continuous, no one knows how long this ceremony will last, and no one will be impatient, just the bodies of the martyrs burning on the lake one after another, no one is allowed to be disrespectful to this.

Looking at the burning lake, Yun Xiaotian thought, one day I will die too!

Where will they die?

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Looking at the uncertain lake, Yun Xiaotian had an impulse to hope that he could finally die on the battlefield in the flames, die without regrets, as a warrior.

Thinking of the cruelty and bloodiness of Blood Willow Hill, Yun Xiaotian had a sense of debt at this time, which made him almost out of breath, it was the lives of so many heroes and martyrs who had died that made him have his current survival life.

All who are alive receive the favor of the dead.

Countless heroes, countless heroic spirits, died in the war to defend the human race, and each living person owes a debt to each of them.

Maybe...... Only when he dies can he pay off this debt by building roads and walls for the living.

By the time Marshal Long Yan finished the whole ceremony, the day passed like this, and in the rain, there were many people going home, some of them were still whimpering to themselves, and no one was in the mood to speak.

Crowded crowds, walking very slowly.

Xu is excessive sadness, the soles of his feet are floating, a middle-aged man next to Yun Xiaotian slipped on the soles of his feet, holding Yun Xiaotian, his face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth squirmed, even if he said thank you, he continued to walk forward in frustration, not wanting to open his mouth, maybe he was afraid of a mouth, and he couldn't help crying sadly.

Looking at his back farther and farther away, he lowered his head alone.

Yun Xiaotian, I don't know what happened to him, but I can probably guess one or two, sighed lightly, and felt very uncomfortable.

Whether it was when they came or left at the end, along the way, the four of them didn't say anything, they all looked preoccupied.

Back at White Tiger Trading Co., Ltd., Yun Xiaotian fell asleep, but he couldn't sleep.

Get up and stand on the windowsill and stare at the rain outside.

The wind and rain are still silent.

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