Fan Guang knelt on the ground and raised his hand.

The hand waved in the air, and then, with a hard slap, slapped himself in the face.

Fan Guang didn't speak.

Peace didn't speak.

But he watched carefully.

As a practitioner, Ping He's sensitivity to human life is hundreds of times more sensitive than that of ordinary people.

Fan Guang is in a very bad state now, with a trace of white hair in his hair, a face full of stubble, a blue face, and a thin body.

"During this time, you have eaten very little, and you can't sleep at night, right, Fan Guang."

The calm voice could not hear the joy or anger.

Fan Guang opened his mouth.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth, and it took a long time before he squeezed out one word:

"Peace, I'm sorry for you...... I didn't find your mother...... On the day the city broke, she disappeared ......"

"I haven't found Mi Long ...... either"

"I've been looking around the city for a long, long time...... I can't find ......."

"Pinghe, you entrusted me with such an important matter, but I ...... Alas......"

Half a year ago, the city of Jianchang was broken.

On that day, Fan Guang hurried up and arrived in the city in the evening.

But he searched all over the city and didn't find Zou and Milong.

Mi Long's family in Jianchang City also said that they couldn't find the two of them.

In the past six months, Fan Guang has been unpleasant, lying on a restless pillow, looking for traces of the two of them.

However, nothing has been found.

The only thing that made him a little subtle was that he couldn't even find the body.

However, Peace didn't know where to go.

The people who acted with him said that he was taken away by the immortals.

Fan Guang didn't know if it was true or not, and he couldn't find peace.

The loss of two friends and the inability to fulfill their friends' instructions gave Fan Guang a huge blow and destroyed his health.

It wasn't until the day before yesterday that Fan Guang heard that there was an immortal in Jianchang City, and hurried over, only to find that the immortal was actually peaceful.

"Fan Guang, I can't blame you for this......"

Ping He tried to restrain himself and said.

But his trembling voice betrayed his true mood.

"I'll go to them, don't blame yourself anymore."

Ping He pressed one hand on Fan Guang's shoulder.

In his body, the spiritual power like water flowed and transformed in a certain direction.

The spiritual power evaporated the mana that restored the attributes, and then formed into a qi healing technique, which fell on Fan Guang's body.

Peace himself doesn't know these details.

He only knew that he had used a spell to restore Fan Guang's health, and at the same time, the strength in his body had become a little less.

It's hard to estimate how much peace is missing.

"What Master said before is really true......

"There is no aura in the world."

"If I go down the mountain, I won't be able to continue my practice. And the power is one point less than one point. It turns out that this is not only a reminder that I am not a worldly person, but also a real rule......"

Fan Guang's face was full of surprise, and he looked at his friend.

Peace raised his head.

He was standing on the street, and Fan Guang was also kneeling on the road, and around him, there were many people looking at this side from a distance.

The people of this city are both respectful and awe-struck by peace, and for a while, they dare not approach it.

But Ping He was not in the mood to deal with them.

After saying goodbye to Fan Advertising, he hurried off the street.

After that, Ping He searched day and night.

He didn't care about the consequences of the consumption of spiritual power, and used several small spells that he could use at this stage, desperately looking for his mother.

Shrinking the ground into inches, turning paper into butterflies, listening to the wind and arguing, he used these three spells over and over again, and ran to several cities.

However, these two people seemed to have suddenly disappeared in place, leaving no trace.

Peace was able to sense that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly depleting and not being replenished.

However, he had no choice, he couldn't find his mother, and he felt that everything was meaningless.

In the process, several groups of people came to him, and it seemed that they had asked him for help.

However, he was not available, so he refused.

As time passed, peace became more and more desperate.

Before he knew it, he was back in Burning River City, back to the small village where he was born and raised.

At night, Quietly, Ping Peace, carrying a jar of spirits, staggered into the house.

The room was deserted and quiet.

Hopefully, he opened the door of his mother's room and roamed the bed with a warm gaze.

However, no.

Ping He sat down on the ground, lifted the wine jar, and tilted his head.

The liquor gurgled down his throat and gave him a hot sensation.

"Mother......

Peace muttered to himself.

He has always been a person who loves purity, and since he practiced, he has an excellent temperament, but now he is so decadent that he is no different from a homeless man.

Before I knew it, the sky outside the window was hazy.

In the faint morning light, someone sighed.

The room lit up.

Peacefully looking up at the bright light, it was snow.

White snowflakes reflect the morning light outside the window.

But now, it's July.

In July, there is no snow unless, unless, the gods come.

Countless snowflakes fluttered indoors, and a familiar figure appeared in front of Pinghe.

Ping He reluctantly got up and saluted.

"Master, I'm sorry......"

His heart was full of shame.

"Peace, you've really disappointed me."

Wen Ling looked at the peace on the ground, and his voice was low.

There was no way to justify peace for a while, so he had to bow his head and admit his mistakes.

"I'm here to ask you something, and to tell you something."

"Pinghe, what did you dream about, and for what did you want to wake up from your dream?"

Gentle eyes, wise and warm.

Ping He looked into Master's eyes and unconsciously relaxed.

He recalled the dream of that day.

"I dreamed of a wonderful world."

"In this world, I have nothing to lose and I have gained a lot of ......"

"However, I have to wake up, because my mother still needs me, and so many people need me, and I can't indulge in dreams anymore."

Peace tells the thoughts of the time.

However, the next moment, Wen Ling said a word.

This sentence was completely unexpected.

He said:

"Pinghe, if in the real world, your mother has died, your friends have also died, the Changguo has been destroyed, the people have been submitted, no one needs you, and everything you are looking forward to has been empty, then, are you still willing to wake up?"

The calm eyes suddenly lost focus.

After a while, Ping He asked:

"I ...... What's wrong with my mother? ”

"The Zou family and Mi Long are no longer alive."

Ping's throat twitched a few times, as if he was about to say something, but nothing came out.

He froze for a moment, and then suddenly he fell to the ground and fainted.

Wen Ling looked at him sympathetically.

After a while, Huang Si appeared silently teleporting.

A cloud of aura hovered not far from him, but it remained at a distance.

"Master." Wen Ling bowed and asked, "Look at this ......?"