Chapter Seventy-One: The Young Man Who Fell into a Consciousness

This is a void passage composed of runes, hidden in the space, unlike before, this void passage is very unstable, shaking back and forth, and there is a slight crack around it.

At this time, a young man covered in blood was lying still, with his eyes closed, suspected of being in a coma.

There were more and more cracks around him, and slowly, one rune fragment after another fell, and behind the rune fragments was the black space full of murderous intent.

The killing intent in the black space penetrated into the broken void passage, wantonly destroying everything in it, and gradually, this broken void passage was finally shattered.

The young man who passed out in a coma was swallowed up by the endless darkness, but at the moment of being swallowed, a rune similar to a star flew out of the young man's body, and then turned into a piece of light, covering the young man.

.......

It was noon, and the warm sun shone on the earth, twinkling streams, birds flying around, and fish jumping for joy.

An old man and a young girl who looked to be seventeen or eighteen, each carrying a medicine basket, searched for medicinal herbs.

"There's a beautiful flower over there, grandpa, wait for me, I'll pick it off," said the young girl with a grin at the old man, and then she ran forward with a hop.

"Be careful, Zhu'er," the old man smiled and said.

"Got it, grandpa," said the young girl, who was called Zhu'er, as she ran, but before she could say anything, she suddenly tripped over something and fell to the ground.

"Zhu'er, are you okay?" the old man hurriedly walked over in fright.

"I'm fine," Zhu'er said, standing up, rubbing her legs.

"It's okay, be careful in the future" The old man saw that she was okay, so he relieved himself.

"Something tripped me just now" Zhu'er looked at the ground suspiciously, and suddenly screamed.

"Ahh

"What's wrong with you" The old man heard the shout, came to Zhu'er's side, and asked worriedly.

"This, there is a person covered in blood, I don't know if he is dead" Zhu'er pointed to the grass underground, and said a little scared.

When the old man heard her say this, he looked in the direction of his finger.

I saw a young man covered in blood lying in the grass, not to mention that Zhu'er was startled, even the old man was startled at the first sight.

Also, this person lying on the ground, no matter who sees it, will probably be startled.

There was no good place on his body, it was full of blood, and there were scars one after another on his face, and the old man and Zhu'er couldn't stand it.

"Grandpa, is this person dead?" asked Zhu'er worriedly.

The old man slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched the top of the young man's mouth, and said in disbelief: "You are not dead from your injuries like this?"

"Grandpa, let's save him" Zhu'er heard that there was still a trace of breath, and hurriedly said.

"Come and do me a favor, carry him to the village first," said the old man, and helped the young man on the ground to his feet.

Zhu'er hurriedly stepped forward to help, and in this way, the two of them carried the young man to a small village with great difficulty.

In a room made of stone, the old man and Zhu'er carried Yu Shaoqing to a grass bed, the old man began to boil medicine, and Zhu'er was wiping Yu Shaoqing's wounds.

......

In the cold night sky, it snowed heavily, and in such a cold night, I saw a figure walking on a snowy earth, without covering, and let Xue'er fall on her body.

This is a middle-aged man dressed plainly, with a tall body, a face like a sword, very perfect, and a pair of deep eyes that are even more addictive.

Walking and walking, the middle-aged man found a newborn baby lying on a piece of snow in front of him, and Xue'er hit his little face one by one, crying loudly.

The middle-aged man walked over, stretched out his hands and picked up the baby, who knew that the baby was not crying, a pair of turquoise eyes, looking at the middle-aged man very spiritually.

The middle-aged man took off a piece of clothing, wrapped it around the baby, hugged him, and walked directly into the air, rushing forward.

As soon as the picture turned, this was a place with many attics, and from time to time cranes flew by, leading several small children behind to chase after them.

"I want to play with you too"

At this time, a little boy who seemed to be only three or four years old walked out from the side and said to a few children who were chasing the crane, his eyes full of envy and longing.

"Who wants to play with you, wild child without father and mother," the children stopped, and after taunting the little boy for a few words, they stopped talking to him.

The little boy walked slowly into the distance aggrievedly, and had just walked far when he heard a voice from behind.

"Look at the dirt on your body, quickly wipe it and go home for dinner," a middle-aged woman came out of the attic and said to a few children who were playing.

The little boy watched, tears slowly flowed down, and he sat alone on a rock.

"Who made Xiaoyu unhappy again, come and talk to grandpa" At this time, a middle-aged man with kind eyes walked over from the side.

"I miss Mom and Dad," the little boy said pitifully, turning to the man.

"Don't they want Xiaoyu anymore," the little boy said, leaving tears in his eyes.

"Silly boy, why don't your parents want you, they just went to a far away place" The middle-aged man touched the little boy's head and said sadly.

The little boy lay directly in the arms of the middle-aged man, crying loudly, and kept muttering: Why don't they play with me, why do they all say that I am a wild child.

.......

In the stone house, the old man had just finished boiling the medicine, when Zhu'er sat down next to the grass bed with a spoon and fed the medicine to the unconscious young man.

But he didn't notice that a tear slowly flowed from the corner of the young man's eye.

During the day, the old man went out to collect medicine, leaving Zhu'er to take care of the unconscious young man, and the medicine that will be collected at night is all used on the young man's body, just like that, day after day passed, but the young man still did not wake up.

Another morning, when the old man went out to collect medicine, Zhu'er was sitting next to the grass bed, holding a towel, wiping the remaining blood on the young man's face little by little.

At this time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the frightened Zhu'er took a few steps back.