The water is not drinkable, but it can barely wash away the dirt on the body. After www.biquge.info came out of the lake, he changed into new clothes, although his body was much more relaxed, but Han Feng's heart was never relaxed.

He walked around the lake, getting a general idea of its extent, and making sure that there were no other sources of water nearby. The Holy City is a closed space at the moment, and because there is no wind, it is warmer inside than outside. After working hard all day, Han Feng was tired even if he was beaten with iron, so he found a relatively flat stone and lay on it.

He should have slept soundly on the rocky floor these days, but now he felt cold and cold and hard as he lay on the stone. He habitually took it back, and then remembered that Wanrou and he were separated by those rocks at both ends, and were not beside him.

If he doesn't like to talk, then Wanrou is even more of a stuffy gourd. She was so silent that he often overlooked that she was close by, but whenever he needed her, he always found her. To him, he even feels that Wanrou is sometimes like a white child.

Even she's gone.

Han Feng sighed lightly, feeling uncomfortable in his heart. He looked at the world in front of him with his eyes wide open, everything was pitch black, making him feel that his eyes open were no different from those closed, so much so that he wished it was really a dream he had with his eyes closed.

I don't know what the situation outside the cave was like when the "Array of Fallen Mountains" was launched. The snow on the top of the mountain is so fragile, and with such a big change, avalanches are inevitable. But now that Zhan Zhongqi is here, whether it is gentle or detached, he will be safe and sound.

He persuaded himself like this, and the sleepiness gradually set in, and finally fell asleep.

This night, Han Feng did not sleep peacefully.

He dreamed that he had returned to the Elephant City, and that the Elephant City was surrounded by smoke and fire, and that the people seemed to have fallen into hell. This dream was clearer than the countless dreams he had had before of the city, so much so that he felt that he was in the city, and he could even feel the raging fire in his face.

In addition to Elephant City, he dreamed of many things that he had never dreamed of before. He dreamed that he was standing on a high place, and when he raised his arms and shouted, there was a response from the crowd below. He dreamed of countless coolies carrying stones at the foot of the mountain, as if to open a road to the west. And when he looked at this scene, he was very frightened in his heart, and he shouted loudly, hoping that these people would stop, but no one would listen to him.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a man who looked like an overseer standing with his hands behind his back, and he heard Han Feng's voice, but he turned his head and smiled very contemptuously. And at the same time that the man turned his head, Han Feng was stunned for a moment: this person's appearance was changing, one moment like himself, and the other time like Liu Quan.

And just when he was surprised, a thunderclap sounded in mid-air, and a man fell from the sky with a sword, stabbing the overseer away. Looking at the figure, it was Zhan Fan who had not been seen for a long time!

Seeing Zhan Fan stabbing with a sword, Han Feng woke up in shock. He sat up all of a sudden, only to feel that his heart was beating violently, and it was cold around him, but his body was covered with cold sweat. It took him a long time to calm down, and then he realized that he was still in this dark ghost holy city.

There was a huge city, and it seemed that he was the only one who gasped, and if he hadn't known that Mingxi was still in this city, he would almost have thought that he was dead. He tilted his head and opened his eyes for a moment, and then his heart suddenly moved, and he burst into laughter.

He was not insane, but the light of hope that had gradually dimmed in his heart was lit up again after the previous dream. His dream is the opening of Bai Tong, since he can still dream of Xiangcheng, it means that he will go out after all, no matter how he gets rid of it, his future has not been interrupted in this ghost city.

That alone was enough for him to laugh out loud.

However, after only a few laughs, there was a stirring in his belly - he had not eaten for a day and a night, his hands and feet were a little weak, and it was difficult for him to even stand up.

At this time, he missed Wanrou more and more by his side. In the past, as long as she was there, he felt happier than ever when he even ate dry cakes, she always laughed quietly, and in the eyes of outsiders, she seemed to be cautious even in her smile, but that smile was only for him.

Whether he can go out or not, his time is only three or five days, and he has long passed the age of believing that God will drop pies, so he can only rely on his own efforts.

To persevere, you have to settle your mind. When Han Feng came back to his senses, he realized that the word "Wanrou" had been unconsciously drawn on the stone beside him by the half-cut short sword in his hand. His heart was shocked, and his hand rubbed lightly on those two words, and then he felt that his cold fingers were already warm.

"Wanrou, I will definitely go out to see you. He thought silently in his heart, stood up, and searched around, but he didn't know where to start.

At this moment, he heard a "click" sound not far away.

It was the sound of human footsteps.

Han Feng subconsciously turned his head to look at it, only to remember that he had really done something too much. At this time, he didn't make a sound in the same place, Mingxi couldn't hear him and couldn't see him, and of course he couldn't see her. However, when Mingxi came to the lake at this time, the only reason he could think of was to get water or wash.

Thinking of the latter, his face burned slightly, and in order to avoid suspicion, he was still ready to leave quietly.

With Bai Tong guiding the way, he walked quietly, and he walked like a daytime road without encountering obstacles, but Mingxi was different. He had barely taken a few steps when he heard a muffled sound behind him, and then Mingxi let out a low cry of pain - it was obvious that the girl had kicked the stone.

Han Feng paused, just wanted to remind her that there were still a few big stones in front of her, but when she wanted to speak, she hesitated, and because of his pause, Mingxi was tripped again.

The road further forward was flat, and there was no need to remind her, but Han Feng was worried that she would accidentally encounter danger in the lake.

He walked a few steps, and when he came to a large stone pillar that was one person high, he leaned back against the stone pillar and silently waited for Mingxi to leave.

The sound of "whooshing" water made his heart flutter slightly, and at the same time made him feel a lot more relieved. Mingxi was able to come out, which means that he did not continue to cry alone under the ruins, but cheered up a lot. With those two dry cakes, she can last more days than him, so when he finds a way out, she will naturally be able to follow him.

Hearing that Mingxi left safely and did not stray deeper into the lake, Han Feng calmed down, thought about it, and decided to go to the original source of the lake first. Although the water source has long been cut off, it was once the only way to the outside world in the Holy City. If you follow the old drinking path, you may find a way out.

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