After Li Qianxun and the others went out, Zhao Lindong walked to Feng Jianguo's side, reached out and took her dishes and chopsticks, and put them on the table.

Feng Jianguo finally glanced up at him, then lowered his head and clasped his knees with his hands.

Zhao Lindong was distressed.

But again, I don't know what to say to comfort her.

I could only pick her up, go into the bathroom, wash her, put her back on the bed, and dry her hair.

Zhao Rindong's hand removed from her hair, but found that he had broken hair in one hand.

These broken hairs, the fiery red color that had long been lost, became dull, and the roots were like corn whiskers.

Feng Jianguo still didn't speak.

Zhao Rindong climbed into bed, hugged her in his arms, and covered her with a quilt, "Jianguo, let's go home!" ”

She seemed to understand Zhao Rindong's words, and at this moment, like an injured kitten, she found a little warmth, and squeezed it into Zhao Rindong's arms.

I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, the warmth will turn into a cold.

Zhao Rindong warmed her whole body with aura, and at the same time stimulated several acupuncture points for her to gradually relax.

After a while, Feng Jianguo finally fell asleep.

Zhao Rindong couldn't sleep, as a cultivator, everyone knew that the exercises we learned, in addition to strengthening the body and self-defense, could also be used to kill people.

Also ready to kill.

Therefore, for most cultivators, killing people is just a very common thing.

Including Feng Jianguo, before she went to the battlefield, she had also met some hopeless people, and she could only end their lives to save them.

There is no psychological burden.

But on the battlefield is different, go to a place where you don't know the name, go and kill a group of strangers you have never met.

Mountains of bones piled up, blood pooled into rivers.

The living people are rolling in the sea of corpses and blood, fighting in it, and it is likely that in the next second, they will also become one of them.

In such an environment, many bones were trampled into mud.

Return to dust and assimilate with the earth.

No one can accept this, after all, there are still a few people who have heard about cultivating people.

Only those who have never seen death will yearn for war, and those who really come back from the battlefield have painful memories.

"Don't, don't come here, don't......" Feng Jianguo fell asleep for a while, and suddenly became manic, still talking in his dreams.

Zhao Rindong hugged her tightly in his arms, and soon a large piece of his arms were soaked.

Feng Jianguo still hasn't woken up.

"You're all going to die, don't come here again, let's go, I beg you." Feng Jianguo was still talking in his dreams.

Finally, in a fragment of a dream, she woke up with a flick.

After being in a daze for a while, he fell into Zhao Rindong's arms again, but he couldn't sleep anymore.

"What did you dream about, can you tell me about it?" Zhao Rindong asked softly.

Half ringing.

Feng Jianguo finally spoke, "I dreamed of a lot of people, living people, dead people, those who were burned to death by me, they were all innocent. ”

"On the battlefield, no one is innocent." Zhao Rindong said.

"So, I'm guilty too." Feng Jianguo said.

The atmosphere fell silent again.

Half a ring later.

Feng Jianguo continued: "That day, after I wrote the last letter to you, I took three thousand monks and attacked the defense line of the Great Ocean Alliance, and with the cooperation of the people of the Gongsun family, we tore a huge gap. ”

"This gap is enough for a million of our soldiers to rush through, and once we rush through, we can enter Eastern Europe, cut off their retreat, and end the war in Eastern Europe, it is only a matter of time."

"But it takes time, so we have to hold this gap, and from that day on, artillery fire, magic, sword light, and hula beckoned to us, and hundreds of thousands of men and horses, like locusts, wanted to eat us clean."

"I desperately released the phoenix flames, burning them, and in one night, in front of me, they were piled up into black pressure, like a mountain of corpses, and by dawn, I thought it was over, but in fact it was just a gap between the next wave of attacks."

"We wanted to rush over, they wanted to rush over, for a whole week, the war completely ignited the Eastern Front, and I didn't sleep, I even forgot to eat, this is the giant meat grinder that my senior sister said, and I became the sharpest blade."

"Those people seem to be inexhaustible, they keep rushing up, I beg them, I beg them not to come again, this is a purgatory, everyone who enters purgatory will die, but they don't listen to me."

"Even if there are a few cowardly ones, they will be squeezed up by the people behind, and then buried under my phoenix flame, while I let the phoenix flame and harvest their lives, I cry and beg them, I don't want to kill them, but I can't let them come."

"I don't know what I should do, I keep killing, I kill a lot of people, their bodies have turned to ashes, but their shadows often appear in my mind, I can't get rid of them, I ...... Whining! ”

In the end, only the sound of choking remained, and then the choked sobs turned into crying, and the crying turned into wolf howls.

Feng Jianguo cried all night, Zhao Rindong didn't sleep, and everyone in the family didn't sleep.

Now they understand that even if they are pointed out by Qianfu, Zhao Rindong is not willing to go to the battlefield, let alone ask the people of Muzi Island to go.

Death is not magnificent at all, and life is not happy at all.

It can't be said that Zhao Rindong doesn't love hot summer, if someone comes to violate, it can be believed that he must be at the forefront.

But such a war is not what Zhao Rindong wants.

Even those who are afraid to avoid it.

In the morning, Feng Jianguo had only slept for a while, and within a few hours, he was awakened by a nightmare.

She hides in her room every day and doesn't come out, but fortunately, her cultivation is not low.

The art of cultivating immortals in the hot summer is to cultivate the mind first, and then cultivate the body, so that you can cultivate the Tao.

As long as you haven't become a demon.

You will be able to operate the mind, recover slowly, and clarify the truth.

Half a month later.

Feng Jianguo came out of the room, and the farthest he walked was only in the courtyard, leaning against the maple tree and drinking wine.

When you're drunk, sleep on the spot.

And so it went on for another half a month.

Feng Jianguo finally has the appearance of a normal person.

With her cultivation and her mental nature, it will take a month to recover, but what about the others?

These days, Zhao Rindong's mind often flashes some fragments.

The bustling city becomes clean.

The monk who sent him home had no joy on his face.

Feng Jianguo, who is often awakened by nightmares.

All of this bothered him, and he often asked himself, did I really escape?

Or am I just a snowflake under an avalanche?

Such a day is not so comfortable.

And so it went on for another month.

Feng Jianguo came out completely, but Zhao Rindong seemed to have fallen in.

But he was also a very sane man.

Know what you're bothered with and how you should get out.

But because I was too rational, I thought more, and just got out of this pit and fell into that pit again.

Even Ling Yao couldn't do anything about him, and she didn't know how to help him.

In desperation, I found my father.

And dad said.

"If it's not my relatives and friends, it's all dust, what does life and death have to do with you?"

"It's not my relatives and friends, it's all scenery, what about a change?"

"If it's not my relatives and friends, it's all nothingness, so why not return to nothingness?"

Dad's meaning is very simple, as long as it is not his relatives and friends, he will die if he dies, it is not a big deal, the people in this world are just to form a picture scroll, one more person, equal to one more stroke, killing one person, equal to erasing one stroke, it doesn't matter much, after all, it is still a picture scroll, the end of life, it is death, which means nothingness, since you want to die, what if you return the nothingness as soon as possible?

Dad is really ruthless, but come to think of it, Dad's realm is at least one level of immortals, and at that level, let alone hundreds of thousands, millions of creatures, even if it is a few worlds, maybe they won't be moved in the slightest.

However, Zhao Rindong has a new problem, Dao Xin, is it the so-called indifference?

This question.

Even his father couldn't answer him.

Zhao Rindong didn't need an answer, after all, he didn't cultivate the Tao in the first place, he cultivated his own natural way.

After figuring out these kinds of problems, Zhao Rindong finally got out of the gate of the Jun's Mansion.

"Wait until I'll get back!"