It's not barren land, but the eeriely gloomy desolation is endless. The wind was fierce, rolling up bursts of yellow sand, and finally turned into a whirlwind that struck the earth, and watched her even wail in her throat and only hoarse in pain like a slave, and then danced with excitement.

Between the gravel, there was a small bare tree, and all the nutrients of the skull of the white relatives next to it seemed to be able to grow so far, perhaps because of the countless grievances buried in this soil, the stem of the small tree had begun to turn black and quietly spread upward. But it didn't know it, and thought it was drawing nourishment like a clear spring, but in fact it was dying step by step.

Looking through the gloomy skull, you can see a towering stone tower in the distance! It is like the incarnation of Pangu Wei'an, and the reason why heaven and earth have not merged into one is because he is stubbornly supporting. This seemingly unattainable stone tower is like a miracle in this desolate place abandoned by God.

At the top of the tower, the closest thing in the world to the sun, there is only endless darkness at this time.

"Lord of the Palace, the target has been completely erased. The man in white knelt on one knee in the center of the huge top floor, with his right palm in his heart, like a faithful servant. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been hard to imagine that he, who had always been so proud, would have groveled so much, and replaced all his self-esteem with 100% awe.

A black pill cut through the air current, and was finally firmly held in the hand of the man in white. He bowed his handsome head familiarly: "Thank you for the reward." ”

As he spoke, he got up and took two steps back, then naturally turned and walked out. On the way, he always held the soybean-sized pill tightly, and after getting up and turning his back to the direction he was kneeling in before, a faint smile finally appeared on his respectful face, which was enough to prove the joy in his heart.

"This is already the forty-ninth. After the man in white retreated, a masculine voice that had experienced vicissitudes appeared in the top layer.

"And the last one. The woman's voice is thick and deep, giving people a sense of presence that cannot be ignored.

In the spacious and somewhat empty stone hall, on top of the extremely high stone steps, sits a rustic throne. The throne is not large, and only one person is allowed to sit. The seat is carved with many bizarre characters, and there is a swastika made of unknown material above the backrest.

Compared to the soft couches where you can rest, this throne is obviously not atmospheric enough. But no matter who it is, the moment they see it, they will be shocked by the powerful aura it emits. It sits there, as if the stone steps below suppressed countless undead, and the stone tower built with countless manpower and material resources seemed to be only to hold it up to the top of the world.

A woman sat upright, silently staring at the stone table in front of her. Perhaps the night gave her a black feeling, allowing her to hide her face under the darkness and become one with it.

On the side, stood an indulgent young man. Before, the man in white could be described as a beauty who had nowhere to be picky, and there was a feminine and cold temperament under the stunning appearance, but at this time, if compared with him, such as the light of the bright moon and the light of the insects, it should be said that the two of them are not on the same level at all.

At the end of the day, the man in white is nothing more than an ant. And he is the evil king who stands on the top of the mountain and looks down on the world.

"It took 12 years and a lot of thought, is it worth it? The man asked, but he never doubted her judgment. From the moment he followed her without hesitation, he had given her his soul.

He never thought of himself as a good person, and countless souls had died under his sword, young and old, from all walks of life. It's just that strangling forty-nine children in ignorance for the sake of a threat that may not exist at all is not what he approves of.

Of course, the woman knew that he was not questioning his ability to deduce, but felt that with her or his strength, even if that child grew up to be as strong as he would be in the future, it would be impossible to defeat them, so there was no need to prevent trouble. Taking 10,000 steps back, if there is an opponent to match it in the future, it is also extremely exciting.

But along the way, the woman never allowed herself to leave any hidden dangers: "I'd rather kill thousands by mistake than let go of one." ”

In front of her, there was an old mottled stone table, which was covered with various text symbols and strange patterns, and the tortoise shells marked with the heavenly and terrestrial branches occupied different directions, and the intricate lines were connected, which at first glance looked like a divination method. However, only a true master can know a thing or two about the profound secret arts.

At this moment, above the stone table, there are many names densely engraved, and it may not be accurate to say "engraved", these quaint characters that are deeply carved into the stone case are automatically generated under the woman's careful deduction. If you count it, it's exactly forty-nine. Under each name, not only the date of birth is recorded in detail, but also the gender, specific location, etc.

In the last column, the word "Yunfeng" was impressively engraved, but the handwriting that should have been bright red as blood gradually dimmed at this time......

Just like the names of the forty-eight people who were once alive before him......

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Looking south from the top of the tower, across the vast sea of clouds, looking down on countless mountains and rivers, finally stopping at a beautiful and peaceful town.

Albis, General's House, Night.

Tonight's General's Mansion seemed to be the same as usual, at least not from the outside.

The so-called strengthening of defense means that the defense force is relatively weak and urgently needs to be consolidated and strengthened; or the defense force is already very strong, but it can still be raised to a higher level. But if the original level of defense has reached a peak, then there will be no so-called strengthening of defense.

At the same time, not all barriers can be strengthened by increasing the number of troops. The General's Mansion is an example of this, where the best defense plan is selected after careful consideration and practice, whether it is the weaponry, the number of soldiers, the selection of posts, and the combination of various arms.

If we blindly strengthen the manpower, I am afraid that not only will this balance be upset, but it is also likely to be too cumbersome, and it is easy to cause confusion during the movement, which is not conducive to the rapid movement of the guards.

However, if the legendary army is transferred in, it is a different matter.

At this time, there were two trees in a quiet and pleasant backyard of the General's Mansion, one was a jujube tree, and the other was also a jujube tree. Leafy branches cover half of the elegant eaves, creating a natural sun barrier that makes the house much cooler than the outside.

It was the height of summer, and the trees were full of fruits, and although the gate of the courtyard was closed, the patrol teams passing by all looked at it with fanaticism and longing.

Naturally, these fanatical and longing eyes could not be for those few hard-to-swallow dates.

If you can look down from the perspective of the golden feather owl, it is not difficult to find that in addition to the two silent jujube trees in the courtyard, there are dozens of scattered figures, they are like silent wolves in the creeping night, seemingly unconnected, but in fact unconnected...... It's weird.

In the room shaded by the jujube tree, a clean wooden bed focused several anxious eyes......

"Old ...... Chu" Su Rou choked up, and stopped talking. The originally agile eyes were bloated, and the face was haggard.

Chu Lao sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his right hand that cut the pulse was gently withdrawn, and his eyes that were closed because of concentration slowly opened, and he shook his head: "Miracle." ”

It's been three days.

It has been three days since the clouds were struck that night.

These three days are undoubtedly the longest three days in this life for the Yun Zhan couple. After Yun Zhan opened the carriage that night, he immediately injected the purest Xing Qi into Yun Feng to maintain the continuous operation of his heart vein. And when he quickly carried the dying Yunfeng back to the General's Mansion for treatment, Su Rou looked at her bloodied and inhuman-shaped son and fainted on the spot.

After that, Chu Lao immediately diagnosed Yun Feng's injury, in fact, he had to use his qi to probe or feel the pulse, and the severity of Yun Feng's injury could be seen with the naked eye alone. Therefore, after a while, Chu Lao came to a conclusion that could be said to be expected - Yun Feng's main internal organs were seriously damaged, his brain had suffered a violent concussion, and there was a large area of blood in his skull. You can only survive half an hour.

This is a desperate conclusion, and it undoubtedly sentenced Yunfeng to death. But surprisingly, Yun Zhan was not heartbroken, nor did he kneel and beg Chu Lao to try to save Yun Feng no matter what. He just silently conveyed the pure walker qi to Yunfeng, doing the only thing he, a father, could do.

He shouldn't have died like that. Although Yun Zhan knew very well how bad Yun Feng's injuries were, if he were himself, even Chu Lao would definitely die. He also understands that there is no fairness in this world, and that many people who should not die are dying like this.

But he firmly believes that Yunfeng is not among them. In addition to being a father's most sincere prayer and inability to accept the fact that his child is dead, he also has an indescribable or what might be called a sixth sense intuition.

Just as he was badly wounded when he fled into the Misty Swamp in defeat, everyone thought he was going to die, including himself. Only Uncle Jing has always believed that he can hold on, and he has never abandoned himself even in the most difficult times.

At that time, they had already run out of ammunition and food, and in order to get rid of the Yan army that was chasing and intercepting them, they were forced to enter the misty swamp of nine deaths. In a previous encounter with his pursuers, he was wounded by an arrow and lost his ability to move shortly after entering the swamp. He knew very well that in the misty swamp that even Skywalker had heard of, being unable to walk meant that his legs were beginning to embark on another path—the path of death.

However, Uncle Jing never listened to his admonition, or even begged him to leave himself. At that time, Yun Zhan's consciousness was quite vague, and he was in a semi-coma most of the time. He only remembered that Uncle Jing carried himself on his back, dragging his heavy and muddy legs step by step towards the seemingly endless front. He should have stopped many times on the way, and the reason why his hot throat felt moist several times should be the blood flowing from Uncle Jing's vein.

Along the way, people kept falling, and soon, the two were left far behind by the team. As they struggled to walk back, they occasionally saw white bones scattered among the weeds. There are countless poisonous insects, snakes and ants in the misty swamp, and once a person falls, it will be eaten in less than half an hour until only a pair of smooth skeletons remain.

Half a month after they walked out of the misty swamp, one of the soldiers who had fled with them recognized them in front of the tent. Yun Zhan still clearly remembered the other party's shocked expression at that time, as if he had seen his already dead comrade suddenly resurrected.

The soldier then told them that less than ten of the 100-strong party had come out of the Misty Swamp that day, and that they had not lost their minds to kill each other because of hunger, but they had neither time nor energy to care about the bodies of their fallen comrades.

They stayed at the edge of the swamp for a day, but no one came out. At that time, he also mentioned Uncle Jing to his companions, according to his own words, he was not a merciless person, but at that time, Yun Zhan only had one breath left, and it seemed that there was indeed no possibility of survival. If Uncle Jing was with them, he might be able to get out of the swamp. However, while they felt sorry for Uncle Jing, they also admired his spirit of life and death.

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Afterwards, Yun Zhan didn't ask why Uncle Jing made that "reckless" decision at that time. Yes, recklessly. They are all people who can be born and die for their brothers, and exchange their lives for their lives, but they will not rigidly believe that they must live and die together, let alone die in vain. If they can't save each other on their own, they may choose to live alone. Live well for each other.

Therefore, in Yun Zhan's view, Uncle Jing's desire to take him out of the misty swamp was undoubtedly a "reckless" decision with no certainty, but it also represented the other party's confidence that he could survive.

Similarly, for Yunfeng, there is no reason for Yunzhan to give up. He firmly believes that Yunfeng will never die here.

He can't just die.

Uncle Jing once sacrificed his life to save himself, but fortunately both of them survived in the end. However, this time, he died because of saving Yunfeng. Such kindness, Yun Zhan is really indescribable, even if he is a cow and a horse in the next life, I am afraid he may not be able to repay one ten-thousandth.

Moreover, for the "afterlife", Yun Zhan has always been noncommittal. The idea of "retribution in the next life" may indeed be a kind of heartfelt gratitude to the benefactor because of the hopelessness of repaying in this life, if there is really an afterlife, Yun Zhan does not doubt their faithfulness to the promise of the previous life. But he also thinks that not all those who make such a sigh of helplessness are sincere, and that some are merely a kind of self-consolation to alleviate the debt they owe to their benefactor, or to avoid some of their responsibilities in this life.

Therefore, in Yun Zhan's outlook on life, if you fail to repay your kindness before your benefactor's death, then you can only do your best to fulfill the other party's last wish or request. He felt that only in this way was the greatest reward for the deceased. This is also one of the reasons why Yunfeng can't die, because from the moment Uncle Jing died to save him, his life no longer simply belonged to him, he still carried Uncle Jing's sustenance. Uncle Jing's nostalgia for the world should also be inherited by Yunfeng.