"Bang bang! Bang Bang Bang! ”

After finding that just rubbing his eyes was ineffective, Ling Mufeng began to change his routine—he was ruthless, he suddenly moved his hands and slapped his face vigorously.

Obviously, he wanted to use this to confirm whether he was still dreaming or not.

After several powerful slaps, after being sure that he was really not dreaming, and after being sure that he had indeed been put in a wasteland, Ling Mufeng was frightened.

In an instant, tears welled up in his dark eyes.

In an instant, with tears on his face, Ling Mufeng suddenly cried hysterically: "Dad! Mother! Where are you? Where have you all gone?! Where am I?! Father! Mother! If you're here, make a noise! Don't scare me! Dream Snow! Sister Hongyin! Are you there? If you're here, give me a quick reply! Yes?! Are you all there? Are you all there?! You're here!! ”

After Ling Mufeng screamed hysterically, what was ushered in was still a dead silence.

"Daddy! Mother! Where the hell are you?! Don't scare me anymore, okay?! Don't scare me anymore! You know I'm timid, dad and mom ......."

After shouting the previous words, after a slight pause and wheezing, Ling Mufeng, who suddenly raised his voice to the top, roared loudly.

However, after a long roar, he was still faced with an unchanging dead silence.

Although there were no shoes under the bed, Ling Mufeng, who was already completely panicked at this moment, couldn't care so much.

I saw that Ling Mufeng, who bit his teeth and had a horizontal heart, got out of bed directly with his bare feet. Then, stepping on the rocky ground, he was not afraid of the stinging feet of the gravel, and ran wildly on this wasteland.

Ling Mufeng, as he ran on the ground, continued to shout hysterically.

He looked forward to, prayed, wished that whoever it was, but that someone would hear his cry and save him from this terrible place that made his heart tremble.

On the center of his feet, the piercing pain from the gravel made Ling Mufeng's shouting inevitably mixed with a piercing howl, making his shouting even more piercing.

The boundless fear of the unknown and loneliness rose in his heart, as well as the heart-wrenching pain caused by the rubble grinding through the feet under his feet, but in a moment, Ling Mufeng, a good young man, became like a mentally ill person who had lost his mind and was crazy—crazy and frightening.

Although his feet hurt, the fear that came from his heart was even stronger—the boundless fear that dominated Ling Mufeng to run barefoot and bare feet in the wasteland full of rocks, running briskly.

I don't know how long I've been running, I don't know how long I've been shouting, and I don't know how many times I've fallen and gotten up.

Finally, Ling Mufeng, who was exhausted in both spirit and physical strength, was unable to get up after another stumbling and completely falling to the ground.

At this time, Ling Mufeng's soles of his feet, which were scorched yellow due to sticky soil, were already drenched in blood and full of sores and festering. And on the instep of his two feet, there are also dazzling and frightening pieces of sore.

And his mud-stained hands, both palms and backs, were covered with nicks and scratches. On his dirt-covered ten-finger nails, there are scenes of broken lines.

As for the clothes that Ling Mufeng was wearing, they had already changed from the previous neatness to being covered with mud and sand and tattered. The damage to his clothes left large swaths of his body exposed.

On Ling Mufeng's exposed skin, there were scars and dazzling eyes. The bright red blood that flowed from it dyed the light white robe he wore a crimson color.

These are the results of his many times of falling and getting up.

At this time, the ruddy on Ling Mufeng's face had long since disappeared. Instead, on the pale face, the tears that had fallen at first had long since dried and frozen.

At this moment, on his face stained with sand, the eyes that were originally bright and like warm jade had become hollow and abnormal, and there was no essence to speak of. And under his snoty nose, his chapped and white lips were like live fish on a chopping board, closing one by one, and I don't know what they were telling.

Just when Ling Mufeng, whose face was close to the ground, his heart was like ashes, and he was about to completely and completely fall into despair, and his consciousness was still a little dying, suddenly, in his ears, a human voice appeared.

"Young boy~ Is this the clear spring you want?"

Cangsangzhong's playful voice sounded quietly behind Ling Mufeng.

Hearing the words, suddenly, Ling Mufeng's body trembled violently as if he had been suddenly shocked. At the same time, in his eyes, the light that had faded due to despair rose again.

Ling Mufeng, while his bright eyes suddenly widened, his lips trembled slightly, and his teeth were exposed, he used a force called "hope" that came out of nowhere, and struggled to use his heavy hands, and held himself on the ground very reluctantly.

He tried to turn over and glance at the man who was talking behind him.

See who he is!

Although in an instant, Ling Mufeng suddenly raised his strength, but he failed—he was not able to successfully turn over with this momentum.

Because his tired body was too heavy for him now. That energy was exhausted before he could successfully lift himself.

The first failure did not defeat Ling Mufeng, who was desperate and wanted to seize hope.

After several dying struggles, after pushing the mud ground with his hands again, Ling Mufeng finally successfully turned over and lay on his back with the help of both hands.

Ling Mufeng, who saw the blue sky again and faced the sun, squeezed out a smug smile with great difficulty on his face when he gasped for breath.

Then, Ling Mufeng, who was looking around, saw clearly the face of the speaker standing not far in front of him.

The person who spoke to Ling Mufeng was an old man in a white robe.

At this time, this was in front of Ling Mufeng's eyes, looking at the long-bearded old man who looked old, holding a bowl in his right hand and carrying it behind his left hand, his eyes were kind, and he looked at Ling Mufeng who was lying on his back on the ground with a smile on his face.

This old man in a white robe was shocked to be the peerless master who had always called himself the "Sword Elder".

A sweet and greasy fragrance unique to the mountain spring water, from the porcelain bowl held by the old sword hand, is unhindered, and it can even be said to be wafting out of the big exaggeration.

Ling Mufeng, after actually smelling the breathing fragrance that overflowed from the porcelain bowl, accompanied by a fierce trembling body, somehow, suddenly, burst out with a surging brute force.

This brute force that suddenly grew and exploded supported him to stand up all of a sudden.

Ling Mufeng, who seemed to be like a rabbit and stood upright, pounced on Jian Lao like a hungry tiger pounced on food, and with the momentum of a thunderous and clanging bell, he used his mud-covered and blood-stained hands to snatch the porcelain bowl full of mountain spring water that was full of a large bowl of mountain spring water that was filled with the fragrance of the lungs and had a clear and transparent posture.

Before the bowl was handed over, accompanied by the sound of "goo dong, goo dong" sounded one after another, Ling Mufeng gulped the transparent and clear water in the bowl, and immediately felt the smooth and sweet mountain spring water as soon as he roared.

"Hmm~ah. It's so sweet. Whew, it's so refreshing, ahh It's so cool! It's so comfortable! Hey? This...... My throat? How so? Huh? The wound on my body doesn't hurt anymore? Yikes! Are they healing? This...... What's going on? This water it? ”

After drinking the porcelain bowl full of spring water in one go, Ling Mufeng was surprised to find that his body was undergoing a strange change due to the smooth and sweet spring water swallowed into his stomach.

At this time, Ling Mufeng's body, in addition to the wounds that were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, the bones all over his body were "crackling" non-stop.

At the same time, Ling Mufeng's body was covered with sticky dirt, and it began to float from his body like a withered petal.

Ling Mufeng under such a posture has a lot of signs that he is about to be reborn and become an immortal.

After the three breaths of the clear spring in the bowl were completely discharged, the blue energy, like the rampant fireworks burning on the prairie, gushed out from Ling Mufeng's body like crazy.

At this moment, this blue energy erupted from Ling Mufeng's body, surging and dancing on his body like a flame on his body, and the highest point even surged into the air six meters above the ground. Its momentum is not low.

"This ...... What is this?! ”

Ling Mufeng, who was holding the porcelain bowl in his left hand, looked at the blue energy surging all over his body like a fire, and in a daze, he moved his right hand and clenched his fists almost subconsciously.

Then, Ling Mufeng, who suddenly bowed down and bent over, struck a heavy punch at the mud under his feet.

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar, and along with the mud and dust on the ground, Ling Mufeng swung out through a fist less than two inches wide, which looked like an extremely weak punch, and it was unbelievable that it smashed a hole more than an inch deep directly on the mud ground with a hard texture and a surface layer coated with rubble!

This move is undoubtedly something that many young men cannot do.

"This ......"

Ling Mufeng raised his hand and raised his fist, looking at his right fist wrapped in blue energy with a shocked expression.

Ling Mufeng, who was stunned with a stunned face, was stupidly stunned in place because he didn't know what to say for a while.