A month is not a long time in the eyes of others, but in Zhang Yiyang's eyes, it is as long as centuries, and it is not an exaggeration to describe what you experience every day as if you were living for years.

Sweating like rain and overdrawing his life, this month, Zhang Yiyang's young appearance from the beginning has aged a lot, not to mention his beard, his eyes are deep-set, and his body is as thin as skin and bones, and he looks sick.

"Hehe...!This ending is really unsatisfactory!"

Jumping out of Sun Tu's heavy domain, Zhang Yiyang sat on the ground with his buttocks, and the feeling of powerlessness in his heart made him even have the idea of suicide.

"Forget it, I don't think this big war will be mixed up!"

Standing up, sweeping away the dust on his body, dragging the figure of the setting sun, and going in the direction where he came, it was too late to say goodbye, Sun Tu could only watch away, and said nothing, all that was left was regret and sighing.

Wupin Continent, Zhang Yiyang leaned on the roof, looking at the stars in the sky, sighing silently, unwilling, but he didn't know how to vent.

In recent days, the infinite aging of the body has made his doppelganger tired, but he can't say it, and he can only use the excuse of cultivation to avoid it.

............

"Grandpa, where are you going?"

On the country road, an old horse, slowly pulling a dilapidated carriage, there were three people in the carriage, an old man with white hair, a girl of five or six years old, and a middle-aged man in ragged clothes holding a wine jar.

The middle-aged man, with a full beard and wine stains, and gray hair scattered behind his head, looked decadent and sloppy.

The middle-aged man looked at the little girl who appeared in front of him with sleepy eyes and smiled.

"Haha... Ha... Grandpa? indeed... I don't know where I'm going!"

"Do you have a home, then?"

Hearing the word home, the middle-aged man was stunned, and muttered, "Home?

After speaking, the middle-aged man shook his head again, "No... No... I've become a waste, and who will recognize me when I go back?

Looking at the middle-aged man who was talking nonsense, going crazy for a while, smirking for a while, and crying for a while, the old man driving the car said: "Young man, persistence sometimes, and finally it becomes obsession, there must always be people who are worried about life, like my granddaughter, who was still worried about you just now, wasn't it?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned, looked at the old man, and looked at the little girl who had just called him grandpa, with those curious and innocent big eyes, staring at him watery.

The middle-aged man smiled, as if he understood, nodded, grinned, and then floated up, and the decadent expression disappeared in an instant, replaced by a different look, suddenly cheerful and relaxed.

Life is like this, sometimes, people are too persistent, but become obsessed, the authorities are confused, once someone wakes up, then everything will be epiphany.

The middle-aged man was naturally Zhang Yiyang, who left, blindly evading, making him miserable for several months, and now that he was woken up, the burden that pressed on the bottom of his heart finally disappeared.

The sky is falling, there is a high top, even if the war is imminent, someone will come up with a way, Zhang Yiyang has always regarded himself as the turning point of this big war before, but today he found out that he was wrong.

Sometimes the goal is set too far away, and you know that you are getting farther and farther away from the goal.

Instead, I thought about it, and I realized that there were many people who were worried about themselves, mother, Xiaoman, Xue Ling'er, Xue Jun'er, Rouqing, Shuixi, Xiaoyu... Those who have not abandoned themselves or do not abandon themselves, how can they let them go!

Separated from the old man who was driving the car and separated the granddaughter of the old man, Zhang Yiyang grinned and roared, and his whole body was old, and he became energetic at this moment.