The long night was a kind of torment for both Isimakia and Zhengzhan, and Isimakia recalled the bits and pieces of her father's life, tears could not stop holding in his eyes, and he buried his head between his arms, desperately suppressing his sadness.

And Zheng Zhan has endured no less grief than Isimarka, he is also reminiscing, recalling all the details of his life in this small city in the past 19 years, although he is constantly rebelling against everyone's constraints on him, but his love for his relatives will never change half because of these. The thought of losing these people who cared for and cared for him forever made Zhengzhan's heart ache as if it were torn.

The two men were silent, licking their wounds, like wounded beasts, helpless and lonely in the deep darkness of the night.

The climate just after the New Year was very cold, especially at night, when the cold wind wrapped the bodies of the two people with a whistling sound, gradually taking away their warmth.

Isimakia was okay, because she had been following her father around the desert for many years, and she was used to the hot and cold climate of life, which did not affect her much.

But Zheng Zhan is different, the mood that is originally full of sadness will make a person feel that his body has lost its warmth, and in addition, the cold wind of the night wraps his skin, Zheng Zhan feels the biting cold, and the hands around his knees are also trembling slightly unconsciously.

From the day to the present, he has maintained this movement without moving, his hands and feet have long been numb, and he didn't even feel the trembling, just blindly tightened his body to resist the cold.

However, the only benefit of this cold weather is that it slows down the decay of the surrounding canine beast carcasses, blowing away the smell of blood, so that the smell in the night sky is not as strong as during the day.

Trembling, Zheng Zhan suddenly felt a warm embrace close to her back, and then a pair of hands, a pair of feminine soft, scented hands, covered her arms clutching her knees. In an instant, a stream of heat was transmitted from the outside to the inside of the entire body, and the blood vessels that were about to be frozen by the cold wind seemed to begin to melt.

Zheng Zhan wanted to turn back, but there was a slight sigh and whispering words from Isimia: " Don't move, it's cold now, let me give you some warmth before your father arrives, I once heard my father say that the monster was originally the scales of the thunder dragon, which can sense light and heat, but cannot resist the cold and darkness, and the elves belong to the sky and the goddess, our huge wings and light bodies will automatically absorb light and heat to resist the cold for us, so, before the dawn comes, please accept my help, okay?"

With that, Isima stretched out her wings behind her, and they were like a huge barrier that tightly wrapped the bodies of the two teenagers, the bloody and ugly bodies of the beasts, and the biting cold of the night, all isolated from the outside of Isimia's wings.

"Friend... Zheng Zhan whispered, he had never had a friend who really helped each other, since he was a child, but she and his mother were helping, and he didn't know what sense he should position Isimakia in.

Even if he was bent on following Isimakia and them away yesterday, it was only to realize his dream of becoming a hero, and he didn't really think about how to get along with the elven boys.

"Sister Maya, what kind of friend is it? Did you help me, I also want to help you, so that you can be considered a real friend?"

"I don't know, but I think helping each other is voluntary, not necessarily asking for something in return, if you really want to be friends with someone, you will care about his joys and sorrows, and care about his attitude towards you, but you will never think about how much he gives you in return. In the past, when we were trading in the desert, we often encountered elves or monsters lost in the desert, some of them had become corpses, and some of them were still dying, but no matter what the state was, my father would take them away with him, and then build a small tomb for the bones, or try his best to rescue the people who were still alive so that they could continue their lives. ”

"In my memory, as long as my father sees it, he will never stand idly by, and I have never seen my father ask anyone for something in return, everyone who was saved by my father automatically joined our caravan, and everyone shared the money when they earned, and everyone suffered together if they didn't make money, and no one ever complained, I think that a real friend is someone who can share weal and woe, that is, someone who can make your heart and mind want to help, as long as you are happy together, it proves that you have become friends with each other。 ”

"Yes, as long as we are happy together!" Zheng Zhan repeated Isimia's words, and gradually closed his eyes, these words seemed to his ears like a beautiful and beautiful story, reassuring him, and his sadness seemed to fade.

The pink-gray wings were like a semicircular feather tent sitting in the middle of the bones, and the two teenagers waited quietly in the tent, and the night was getting deeper and deeper, and Isimakia couldn't support it and dozed off, but his hands never let go of the hands that Zheng Zhan hugged in front of him.

Feeling the breathing behind him become slightly regular, Zheng Zhan secretly turned his head and looked at Isimia's gradually sleeping face, this girl with bronzed skin and usually a little rough mine, now in his eyes, became so beautiful and soft, Zheng Zhan found that he liked her more and more.

Although neither of them was yet an adult, some growing affection was sprouting in Zheng Zhan's heart, a feeling he had never experienced before, whether it was a good feeling between friends as Isimakia said, at least one thing, Zheng Zhan was clear, that is, when he saw the girl in front of him, the pain of sadness in his heart would no longer exist.

An urge to gently caress the girl's face surged in Zheng Zhan's heart, but he held back, he didn't want to wake up Isima, just quietly turned his head back to his original position, his fingers lightly touched the soft fingertips covering the back of his hand, and then buried his head between his arms, and breathed deeply in the unique fragrance of the girl.

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After leaving the royal capital, Ruda quickly crossed the Chiabis Desert, because it was currently evening, which was the mildest time in the desert, and although Ruda was a Yunlong nobleman, he was also afraid of the threat of the Land of Death.

He was dressed in a brownish-gray bear skin coat, looking like a huge and stout bear beast, and his originally slender and muscular body was tightly covered.

Far behind Ruda's body, two or three mysterious figures in pure black cloaks secretly followed, they kept their distance, the people in front were fast, and the people in front were slow, and they slowed down, if the people in front stopped, they would immediately disappear into the void.

Perhaps in the desert, Ruda was preoccupied with moving forward quickly, ignoring the strangeness behind him, but after all, he was the king of the Cloud Dragon Branch, and he noticed it not long after leaving the Chiabis Desert.

Although he didn't see the shadow of anyone, Ruda sensed the spiritual power that did not belong to him, and he was surrounded by him, so he was sure that there must be a stalker following him.

The stalkers who can be stealthy, and the people who can keep up with him, a cloud dragon nobleman, and are not afraid of his attack, must also be from the same level of race, so who will it be?

The first thing that comes to mind is Black Feather, in the battle to defend the Cloud Dragon King before the New Year, the Black Feather Clan has made great contributions, and Night Feather Long has become the most powerful of the eight hereditary honorable noble princes.

I have heard for a long time that the Cloud Dragon King does not believe in any nobleman, and before the New Year, he eradicated the Trick Shura, and Lu Da never thought that it was really the Cloud Dragon King who announced to them that the Trick Shura rebelled and wanted to seize the status of the Cloud Dragon Sect.

On the contrary, he felt that this was the beginning of the Cloud Dragon King's desire to gradually suppress and eradicate their eight hereditary honorable nobles, with them, the Cloud Dragon Sect would always have the possibility of being ectopical, and the day before the New Year, Shi Duyun turned into a dragon physically and mentally, wasn't it just a good show for them to see?

Fortunately, it didn't succeed, otherwise, Shi Duyun would now be the first Cloud Dragon King in 5,000 years to surpass his ancestors and become a true god.

Ruda didn't know that the dragon form that Shi Duyun had conjured up the day before the New Year was actually an illusion created by the Cloud Dragon Sky Eye, and it would definitely not succeed, and he could conjure a half-body dragon, and Shi Duyun had already exhausted all the mana of his second-rank Cloud Dragon Sky Eye.

This was just to convince the people that their Cloud Dragon King was close to the true god, and that in the future, they would definitely see the true dragon born above the palace. This is just a means for Shi Duyun to win people's hearts.

In the eyes of others who don't know the existence of Yunlong's Tianyan skill, it is absolutely impossible to fake the physical and mental dragon, so Luda also thinks that all this is true, so he will be glad that the dragon did not succeed.

Black Feather is a goshawk belonging to the darkness, they will inevitably become the eyes and ears of the Cloud Dragon King to spy on other hereditary nobles, and only the Dark Spirit Warrior and the Wing Spirit have stealth skills, and it must be the Shadow Legion that follows it.

Rueda moved on quietly, but his direction had changed, and he was no longer going to the small city he had been 20 years ago.

Soon after, several men in black who followed behind Ruda noticed that the target in front of them suddenly did not move, and at this moment they were in a low bungalow, and the bungalows on both sides were very dilapidated, as if no one had lived in them for a long time.

In front of the bungalows was a large valley, with no woods and no fields, and Ruda, dressed in a bearskin, stood between the bungalows, as if thinking about something.

After waiting for a while, one of the men in black finally couldn't take it anymore, and he asked his companion to stay behind him, and secretly stepped forward to check on the situation.

In the darkness, the silent footsteps moved forward slowly, and the man in black held his breath, he was also afraid that he would be discovered, because how could a soldier of the Shadow Legion be the opponent of the hereditary noble prince?

Besides, this is a private tracking, and even if they are killed, they can only be concealed, and no one will do anything for them at all. So the man in black was unusually cautious.

The distance is getting shorter and shorter, and the black shadow's hand seems to be able to touch Ruda's shoulder as soon as it stretches out, but the target in front of him still doesn't move, and with full stealth mana, the black man confirms that he can't be discovered by Ruda, so he gritted his teeth and walked around to Ruda-