Let's go back to the first few chapters and say that this Lethe River is the last branch of the Lethe River, and what would be the last branch of the Lethe River? It would be an unexpected place.

Bearing the great physical and mental pain, at this time, Mo Yi thought of Lan Ying, thought of the brothers of the tribe, and wondered if they would also be in the same pain as himself, unable to bear and unable to look directly. He believed that his brother would not be afraid of anything, and that he would be the same.

As long as the spirit is not destroyed, that person will be extremely strong.

The further down he went, the more Mo Yi's blood was lost, but the trembling light slowly dimmed. It's one thing to die or not to die, just grit your teeth and stand up.

Finally, all the storms passed, leaving the wet land behind. A young man with a pale face, two swords in his hands, lying face to the ground. The surroundings are covered with moss, and the light from somewhere, shining faintly on the moss. Within a radius of a few meters, there was only one teenager, and after being baptized by the whirlpool, there seemed to be nothing left.

"Water... Give me water, I'm going to... Water ......" Mo Yi couldn't open his eyelids, instinctively asking for water, even though he knew that there was no one here. The Seven-Star Killing Knife flew above Mo Yi's head, but it couldn't go and scoop water for Mo Yi.

Time passed minute by minute, and Mo Yi's life passed bit by bit. After that, there will be a pile of dry bones left here, and if someone happens to see it, they can pass on the two swords. However, ordinary people can't get here, and Trembling and Seven Stars are gorgeous burial objects.

"Tick, tick, tick......" The water in the kettle dripped into Mo Yi's mouth little by little, and it made his lips moisten in just a few drops. Mo Yi couldn't open his eyes, but he sucked every drop of water desperately, for fear that it would suddenly be gone. made up for the water, and Mo Yi's little life was saved.

By the time Mo Yi could open his eyes, hours had passed, and it was already dark. Actually, it can't be said to be heaven, who knows where it is. The first thing he saw was a figure of a man bent over, his upper body was a chivalrous soft armor, and a gray cloth hung from his shoulders to his knees squatting on the ground, and he was wearing chivalrous trousers, a pair of black shoes were barely visible, his long ancient hair hung down on his shoulders, and the shadow of a man was constantly shaking in front of the campfire.

"Well, thank you for saving me!" The young man turned around, still holding a piece of wood in his hand, looked at Mo Yi and said, "You're welcome!" The young man was stunningly beautiful, with a thin face and a pointed chin, and his temples hanging between his ears. Eyes can express a lot of things, Mo Yi saw the bearing, but more confused.

The bonfire warmed the surroundings, and I don't know where the young man got the firewood to light the moss-covered place. Mo Yi's hands and feet slowly regained his instincts, but he was still short of blood and needed to replenish nutrition in time. The smell of meat spilled from the campfire in front of the young man. said that he was a young man, but in fact he was as big as Mo Yi. Mo Yi shook around, but he couldn't stand up. The young man understood what Mo Yi meant, walked straight over and helped him up, walked a few laps, and after promoting blood circulation, helped him to sit down by the campfire.

At this time, the seven-star sword had returned to Mo Yi's scabbard, and Mo Yi also inserted the trembling light back into the scabbard and put the two knives beside him. The two of them were eating roasted pheasants while chatting: "My name is Mo Yi, thanks to you for saving me, otherwise I would have died here, dare to ask what my brother is called?"

"I seem to be called Desert. Aratian bit a chicken leg and said.

Mo Yi casually asked, "Someone has a surname Huang?" What else does it mean, yes, yes, no, no.

Wasteland's face was full of confusion, and he shook his head vigorously: "I don't know, I don't know, I know that my name is Wasteland, and I can't think of anything else." ”

Poor boy. Mo Yi sighed in his heart: How can such a good year be stupid?

But he naturally wouldn't say these words, after all, people also saved his life, how could he still laugh at him.

Mo Yi took a big bite of meat, patted Huangtian on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you can follow me in the future, and ensure that no one can bully you." ”

"Good!" Wasteland's eyes were extremely clear at this time, like a child.

From the mouth of the barren sky, I knew that there was a small forest in the back, and there were many animals that could be eaten in the grove, as well as all kinds of strange things.

It's dark, and when you're full, of course you have to sleep. Huang Tian and Mo Yi were back to back, sleeping with their hands on their heads, so that they could take care of them.

I slept until midnight, and the temperature around me slowly dropped. "Haqiu" Mo Yi sneezed, his whole body trembling, "It's too cold." "No matter how cold Mo Yi is, he can't sleep with the barren sky, he can only curl up into a lump, so cold that he only needs his teeth. Isn't it just to catch a water dragon king, and to fish out such things, it can't be said to be immortal!

Mo Yi felt the light when he closed his eyes, rubbed his eyes and slowly opened them, only to see a person in a black cloak in front of him, exuding a blue chill all over his body. I don't know why, Mo Yi got goosebumps all over his body. I saw that the man in black took out a dagger from his arms, and the dagger also shone with cold light, and even ice mist, and stabbed straight at Mo Yi.

Before Mo Yi could react, the dagger stabbed into his chest, and blood gushed out for a while, and the man in black had a cruel smile on his face, that person was actually a desolate sky. Mo Yi looked at his wounds in despair, his eyes gradually losing their brilliance and dying.

"Smack~" A crisp slap slapped Mo Yi's face, and Mo Yi saw that it was a desolate sky with confused eyes. "It's a dream!" Mo Yi touched his face and felt a trace of pain. At this time, Aratian's brows furrowed, "It's not a dream, it's an illusion!" Hallucination is very different from a dream.

"Someone!" Araita flicked a fireball in one hand. Good fellow, magician! The man in black smiled and disappeared like a phantom. "It's still an illusion. Araita lit a bonfire and lit up the surroundings without finding anything wrong.

Mo Yi pulled out the Seven-Star Killing Knife and stabbed it into the chest of the desolate sky. And the desolate sky didn't move, because he didn't feel "Is it a dream?"

Between dreams and hallucinations, the real and the false, the real and the false are enough to make people frightened. Dreams are the other side of life, while hallucinations are the other side of the eyes. What you see may not necessarily be true, but one day, it may actually happen. "Between dreams and hallucinations......" Aratian muttered silently, waking up from his dream, while Mo Yi was still asleep. Is it a dream or a hallucination?

The second is here