Thunderstorm, watching him make a move, an irresistible force, approaching him, thinking about dodging, at this moment, his body was completely unable to move at all, "It's over, this time I'm really going to die!"

At this moment of lightning and fire, the star core in the sea of knowledge shone with a thousand feet of light, and it was extremely dazzling. The old man's claws reached into Lei Yu's chest, and only a little deviation was there, and he held Lei Yu's heart, and the sharp claws, under his strong action, pierced through Lei Yu's chest, leaving a huge hole.

"Where am I, doesn't it mean that I have cultivated to the point of immortality and will never be destroyed?" I don't know how many years have passed, the soul of the thunderstorm is still drifting and drifting in the white space, and it can't return to reality at all, it coincides with the scene in front of him, but there is a trace of consciousness, which is still supporting him.

"Daddy, today I inadvertently seem to see his fingers, and when I moved, the wound looks much better than when I found him!" said a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, who saw her father returning from hunting, came out of the house in a very simple thatched hut deep in the mountains.

"Alas, Ling'er, we can help him, all we have done, this man fell from such a high cliff, the whole person, not a single bone was not broken, so much blood was shed, fatal wounds, still in the chest, the whole chest, broken, even the heart, ribs can be seen, supported for seventeen days, it is unexpected, beyond Daddy's cognition, these days, you have never rested, you have done enough!" said a man in his fifties lovingly.

He was wearing a ragged dress, full of patches and heavy patches, like a Buddhist family's hundred clothes, looking at his daughter, because of the day and night guarding the young man lying in bed, unconscious, tired face, emaciated body, very distressed. "My daughter said that his fingers moved, she must have been dazzled, and he was not sure when he would choke his breath, and his bones were shattered, how could he move?"

"Daddy, I'll go and make him some pheasant soup to replenish his nutrition, maybe he can really come back to life, you can take care of him for me, if the wet cloth on his forehead is dry, help me soak it in the water and put it on him!" The girl named 'Ling'er' said and walked out of the room.

"Ling'er, you have lost a lot of weight, take care of him like this every day, even if he is tired of his own body, he can't hold on, now he has no consciousness at all, how can he drink chicken soup!"

"Daddy, look at what you said, last time you said that the little white rabbit who broke his leg couldn't hold on, but as a result, didn't it survive? Until now, it's still alive! You say every day that he can't hold on, and now, hasn't it lasted for a full seventeen days!" The girl named 'Ling'er' turned her lips and smiled, and after saying something sweetly, she walked out.

This old man, named Zhao Xiangshi, in his fifties, lived in a small village of dozens of people at the foot of the mountain, and followed his father to hunt in the mountains since he was a child. Later, when he was a little older, he lived alone in the mountains, hunting for a living.

In addition to using animal meat and fur to exchange for oil and salt, and going back to the village to help some lonely and widowed old people, he rarely goes back to the village. The small village is far away from the city, from the small town under the mountain, there are more than ten miles, he is illiterate, and has never been out of the mountains, he does not know anything about the outside world, all his life, he lives in this deep mountain, living a poor and unchanged life.

More than ten years ago, when he was in his thirties, he changed oil and salt, walked on the side of the road outside the village, and met a woman with a baby in his arms and an arrow, passing through his back, covered in blood, and dying.

He has never been married, in the face of a baby in swaddling clothes, he is really helpless, seeing her crying panic, he had to feed her some food indiscriminately, and when he is thirsty, he scoops some spring water by the stream to feed her, and he raises it without a meal, fortunately, the Jiren have their own blessings, this child grows up day by day under his poor feeding, a pair of beautiful eyes that are bright and flashing, and say some childish words, often amusing him to laugh daxiao.

When he saw that the child was beautiful, he called her 'Ling'er', and did not give her any other name. Ling'er, who has been sensible since he was a child, has helped him work since he was a few years old, cooking, sewing clothes, and doing housework, until today.

Ten days ago, when Ling'er was fetching water by the mountain cliff stream, he found this injured young man, he happened to come back from hunting, and saw the young man who was blurred in flesh and blood, and had already fainted, the pulse in his hand, and a trace of swimming, under Zhao Ling'er's strong request, he made a simple stretcher, dragged him back, and put it in the shed next door where sundries and firewood were piled up.

"Ling'er, he won't survive tonight, look at him, there is no good meat on his body, and his bones are all broken, how can you save him?"

"No matter what, he still has a breath, we can't give up!" Ling'er said resolutely, seeing that he was burning badly, he called a stream of water to cool his forehead. Fortunately, it was summer, and living in a miscellaneous house was both cool and breathable.

Early the next morning, he found that Ling'er hadn't slept all night and had been there with him, at this time, she was really tired, her head rested on the table, and she fell asleep.

Zhao Xiangshi probed the young man's soft wrist, his arm bones were broken into several pieces, all connected by flesh and skin, and he didn't dare to touch it at all.

"That thin pulse is still there, he is not dead yet?" Zhao Xiangshi looked at the unconscious young man with some surprise, feeling very surprised.

Yesterday, he checked the young man he carried back, in addition to being smashed to pieces, the wound on his chest was even more terrifying, through the broken flesh, he even saw his heart, and the smashed lung lobes, he didn't breathe at all, he concluded, "This young man, definitely won't survive this night!"

Ling'er has compassion, even the injured hare, she doesn't want to hurt, he really can't bear to brush off her innocent kindness, only to get the cliff, indiscriminately picked some ancestral hand-down, some herbs to treat ordinary bruises, after mashing, because he was injured all over his body, there was no way, it was piled on his body.

It took a long time just to mash the herbs, but fortunately, at night in the deep mountain hut, there was nothing to do, "Do your best, comfort Ling'er's heart!" he thought mockingly.

Now seeing that this young man is still alive tenaciously, he is really a little surprised, "This young man's life is really hard!" Zhao Xiangshi couldn't help but shake his head and said to himself.

"Daddy, why do you keep thinking that he will die?" Ling'er, who was awakened by his words, muttered. Just now, I was dreaming that an old man who had lived for hundreds of years, dragging a long, long white beard, standing on a mountain peak surrounded by white clouds, was saying to me: "Take good care of him, you have a fate with him in his previous life, and he will be righteous in the future... "I was woken up by you."

"Daddy, what do you mean 'there was fate in his previous life, he will be righteous or something in the future?'" Ling'er asked puzzled.

"I've never heard of it, how can I know some new terms?" Zhao Xiangshi replied, he was also puzzled, "This non-stop Ling'er, dreaming and dreaming, how could he come up with strange words!"

Zhao Xiangshi, looking at Ling'er's red and swollen eyes as if he had cried, swallowed back what he wanted to say. Sighing, he walked out.

"Daddy, I have written down all the herbs you picked yesterday, and when I cook later, I will pick some by myself, mash them, and apply them to him, you don't have to work so hard!"

"Okay, don't touch his body, just pour herbal juice on him!"

"Got it, Daddy!"

Life in the mountains is boring, Zhao Ling'er, these days, in addition to preparing simple meals for his father and picking up some firewood, he has nothing to do but guard the unconscious young man in front of him, looking at his thin face, but revealing a handsome and tenacious appearance, there is an indescribable feeling in his heart, so he looks at him quietly, wiping his face and changing his dressing.

A few days ago, she begged her father to fix his arms and thighs with branches. She remembered that the little white rabbit who broke its leg last time was fixed by her father with a branch and cured its leg.

It's been twenty-one days, and today, when Ling'er was wiping his face, looking at his emaciated face, he felt sad for a while, and a hot tear couldn't stop dripping on his face, down his cheeks, and into his mouth.

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The next day, Zou Tingbi, a business giant in Xinren City, and others came to the 'Jinhua Restaurant' as promised, but the thunderstorm did not arrive for a long time, which was something that had never happened before, and the thunderstorm was famous for his trustworthiness, even if he had something, he would be informed in advance through the pager.

"What's going on today?" Zou Tingbi couldn't help but call Lei Yu, but the other party didn't respond.

"No, let's go find him and see what happened!" Zou Tinghua said, leading the way out.

The thunderstorm disappeared this time, and there were only five days before the tenth anniversary celebration of the Newcomer City, which naturally brought a considerable shock to the fairy world and caused all kinds of speculation. In Ding Biyao's 'Clear Void Mustard Seeds', there is a thunderstorm god position card, which has not disappeared, and everyone's hearts have settled down a little.

After Lei Yu cultivated to immortality, he stored his divine consciousness in the 'Yin Yin Stone' and left it for some people he trusted to collect, just in case!

"They finally couldn't help it, and they made a move, and the moment of head-to-head confrontation is coming!" After receiving the news of Lei Yu's disappearance, Yu Qingsong muttered to himself, the memory stones about 'Sin City' and 'Evil Mire' that Lei Yu gave him, he had already handed them over to the people above, and he would give them a fatal blow just when they took the initiative to jump out!

"In accordance with the requirements of the thunderstorm, the winery and the station retreated and defended,... , you can't give the enemy a chance!" Ding Baguio stood up and arranged the thunderstorm and the response measures in case of emergency.