Moonlight is like water.

The ripples of the waves caressed Ye Feng's face, and the little light shone on the already tattered clothes, and the delicate face was no longer as elegant as before. The sharp gaze, the absolutely calm and rational expression, revealed the deep coldness.

Ye Feng didn't know why when he passed through that light, he looked back inexplicably, and vaguely saw that there seemed to be a figure, with a large waist, a bewitching posture, and a graceful demeanor, as if it was a woman. Because she was facing away from him, she couldn't see her face, just looking at her back, she felt that she was a beauty who was captivating the country and the city.

In a trance, a shadow appeared faintly on the woman's back, resembling a fox, with multiple tails dancing in the air at will. Looking at that posture, it was howling at the sky, and the voice came through time and space, crisp and sharp, like a baby crying.

Suddenly, the figure swayed, and the fox's head was no longer facing the sky, but turned to meet Ye Feng's gaze, and the deep gaze and dark pupils seemed to drag him into the darkness. The shadow was like a living thing, Ye Feng suddenly felt a cold, and his heart trembled as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Ye Feng was terrified in his heart, and he inevitably thought: Could it be that this strange grassland is because of the existence of this creature? What the hell is something that resembles a fox with multiple tails. Legend has it that there was a kind of fox in ancient China, with nine tails, which lived on the green hill and usually absorbed the essence of the moon in the middle of the night and could eat people.

Could this be the nine-tailed fox?

Ye Feng's hand clenched Ye Yang's hand tightly, and his joints turned white. dragged Ye Yang vigorously, still running, until the moonlight shone into Ye Feng's eyes, and the dazzling light made Ye Feng have to slow down, close his eyes tightly, and wipe away the tears that were stimulated with his other hand.

When I looked up, the moonlight was like a white belt, and there was a heavenly river hanging in the sky. It was already late at night, and Ye Feng had been in the grassland for nearly six hours, but Ye Feng only felt that it had passed for a while. It was as if it had been running, for six hours. Ran past time, but also ran through fate.

Looking around, Ye Feng felt as if the danger was gone, so he slowly stopped. The moonlight is like the wind, caressing the green grass that is only two inches high on the soles of the feet, gently swaying to look vibrant and comfortable.

Unlike the previous grass, it is nearly a foot high. The dark blue, with a dark blue light, is in it, and I feel a cold, cold, and immersed in people's hearts.

Breathing in the fresh air of the prairie, I put my hands on my knees and wanted a short rest.

I don't know where it is, but it seems that I have deviated from the route I had planned before, and I have reached an unknown and beautiful and silent grassland.

A beautiful place is always meant to feel safe, and her beauty is for people to admire and see. It's just that, before you are sure that the danger has been lifted, you march and fall into it, and you will not be able to extricate yourself.

As soon as danger strikes, you don't even have time to react.

And beauty is not synonymous with safety. She is very beautiful, but some of her beauty contains murderous intentions, and she is cold to the bone. Like a thorny rose, although the petals are bright and attractive, and the fragrance is pleasant, it is rarely picked because the flowers have thorns. Isn't this the best interpretation of the dangerous beauty with the murderous intention?

Ye Feng also immediately realized this, and the nerves that had just been relaxed tightened again. A pair of eagle-like sharp eyes, with a dignified color, scanned over and over again, as if to discover the disharmony caused by the beauty of the murderous intention.

But apart from the clear sound of the wind blowing on the ground, there seemed to be no other movement.

Am I overthinking? Ye Feng thought to himself.

From a normal point of view, it is normal for any pedestrian tourist who comes to view the meadow, enjoy the air on the meadow, and walk deeper in the grass.

But Ye Feng had just experienced the fighting in the woods, running desperately on the weird grassland, his thoughts became different from ordinary people, and he began to look at some things that were not easy to find but were very important.

In many cases, why do some people see more and some people see farther? This is because of the size of the pattern in the mind and the breadth of the horizon.

After experiencing death, Ye Feng found that he was more cautious, he would always think of what these things were when he saw something, and only after he was sure that it did not pose a threat to him, he would let down his guard a little.

Since nothing abnormal had been found so far, Ye Feng no longer paid so much attention to his surroundings.

After such a day of escape, Ye and Ye Yang were already exhausted. Don't look at how fast they ran just now, it was because they had become cultivators in the past few days, and under the pressure of death, they had inspired a power beyond the ordinary, so they were able to persist until they escaped from the weird grassland.

If it weren't for becoming cultivators, it would be impossible for Ye Feng and the others to continue to persevere, after all, if they didn't sleep for a few days and were under intense mental pressure for a long time, no one would be able to persevere.

Fortunately, although the place is a little desolate and devoid of life, the grass that has fallen after the grass has withered is still piled up on the ground, which is just right for making a fire.

After lighting the fire, Ye Feng and Ye Yang sat cross-legged on the lush grass, taking a little warmth from the faint light of the fire, which was a natural reflection of people. When you see something that exudes warmth, you can't help but want to approach it, as if approaching it gives you a sense of security and protects yourself from the cold.

In a situation like Ye Feng's, the feeling is even stronger.

Ye Feng began to speak first: "Ye Yang, I feel that we are already off the normal track. It seems that our fate has changed from the moment we become cultivators, and with it we encounter more mysterious and more dangerous. ”

"Now that we encountered the strange phenomenon on the prairie not long ago, my feeling is even stronger. It stands to reason that this situation is never possible, and it is a dead end that we face because our capabilities have not reached the limit. It's our destiny changing! If we don't become cultivators, we won't embark on such a path, but we will move in the direction that we have already planned. But now that this point of no return has been taken, the only way is to go all the way to the dark. ”

Ye Feng's helpless words also made Ye Yang feel a little bad, and he felt like he was ** indulgent, just like his life was in the hands of others, and you had to do what others wanted you.

"Ye Yang, don't think like that. We are not being manipulated by others, let alone in the hands of others. The reason why all this is like this is, in the final analysis, is that we are not strong enough. I kind of understand, now the world has changed, it has become the only one for the strong, and the strongest for the first. If you're weak, you don't even have the freedom to speak. Just like we are now, there is only a wolf fleeing like a lost dog. Ye Feng said with emotion that he gradually understood the world, and the last sentence was said through gritted teeth. A fire of anger from the heart burned, almost like burning the whole world.

Ye Feng is actually very proud, he has been an excellent student in the eyes of his teacher since he was a child, and his grades have always been the first, and he is unmatched in literature. Many people look at him in addition to admiration and admiration, without a trace of jealousy, because when you reach a certain height, others can only look up.

Therefore, since I was a child, Ye Feng has a superior mind in his heart, and he feels that he is always better than others and better than others, so others must respect me.

And now being sent away by this strange grassland is a shame for the proud Ye Feng, a piece of black history. But he still knows the facts, has self-knowledge, and naturally will not kill himself. He now knows that he still has many deficiencies in many aspects, that he is not comprehensive enough when dealing with things, and that he is not calm enough when he is in danger, which will affect the final result.

"Brother, we're at the bottom now! To put it mildly, it's ants! We don't have the strength, even if we are bullied, we will be bullied, no one will help you get ahead, no one will help you speak up for justice. The only thing we can rely on is ourselves. So let's restrain the pride in our hearts first! Otherwise, that's what kills us! Ye Yang looked at Ye Feng with solemn eyes and said in a serious tone.

He also saw the arrogance in Ye Feng's heart, so he had to remind Ye Feng not to think that he was amazing. We're just ants!

That's all!

A word to wake up the dreamer!

Ye Feng suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Yang. After looking at it for a long time, he lowered his head again, but he did not give up, but was thinking and reflecting.

When Ye Feng raised his head again, Ye Feng said to Ye Yang in a sincere and slightly respectful tone: "Thank you Ye Yang, you let me know how ridiculous my original arrogance was. ”

Ye Yang didn't say anything more, just smiled. Sometimes they don't need words between them, and they can understand each other's meaning with a little look.

Just when the two brothers were about to fall asleep on the ground, a voice suddenly appeared in their ears, and in such a dark situation and they didn't know the specific environment they were in, a sudden voice came, and the two brothers were shocked with goosebumps in an instant.

"It's so cold, can I sleep with you?"

As crisp and moving as a bell, like a breeze blowing slightly, ethereal and clear.