The early morning sun did not appear, but dark clouds obscured the sky, and raindrops fell from the sky, ending its short life.

This dam, the dam where Hanging Sun City is located, is surrounded by mountains, and the beast clan has fled into the mountains.

The soldiers were ordered to stop chasing the fleeing orcs and began to retreat to the city in an orderly manner.

Smoke filled the dam, and the fire was still burning, and the meager drizzle could not extinguish it.

The women and children began to return to the city, having received the news of the end of the war and knew that they had driven the orcs away.

The victory in the war did not make them feel better, they looked at the ruined city, their homeland, and many people shed tears.

The young settlers returned to the city, and everyone was silent, even though they did not belong to the city now, but this was their home.

And in a certain corner of this city, Hong Ye and the man in black were still facing each other, and no one made the first move.

"Hong Ye, you'd better not meddle in your business, let me take that little ghost away, and I will naturally leave. The blue flame of the black-clothed man's palm burned.

"Blue Flame Envoy, you'd better figure it out, this is my Terran territory, and if you want to take him away, it's impossible. Ten breaths to you, get out of here. Hong Ye's eyes were full of anger, and he no longer paid attention to the man in black.

"You!good!good!You're sure you're going to spread this troubled water?"

"There are five more breaths. ”

The roar of a beast was heard in the distance, and the golden lion on the side responded.

The man in black turned around and said, "Okay, Hong Ye, you remember your decision. ”

After saying that, the man in black broke through the air until he disappeared into the background.

Cold sweat broke out on Hong Ye's forehead, and the man in black was like a mountain that overwhelmed her.

She wasn't sure how long she could hold out in the hands of the man in black, it was the first time she had been so weak since she achieved the holy level.

Hong Ye turned around and looked at Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan also looked at the red-haired woman, the red-haired woman was half a head shorter than Yang Xuan, but Yang Xuan felt that he looked so small in front of Hong Ye, and unconsciously an inexplicable feeling came to his heart, it was so familiar.

Hong Ye no longer looked at Yang Xuan, and turned his gaze to Hang Yuhan, who was covered in blood: "You come with me." Hong Ye pointed at Hang Yuhan.

Yang Xuan stood on the side, and left with Hang Yuhan and Hong Ye.

Hang Yuhan followed Hong Ye and said to Hong Ye: "Save Mo Ren." ”

Hong Ye seemed impatient, took out a pill from the clothes on his chest and threw it to Wang Jingjing, who was squatting beside Mo Ren.

"Feed him, he can't die!. ”

After that, Hong Ye and Hang Yuhan left directly.

Yang Xuan looked at the back that was gradually moving away, and he felt as if he had lost something.

"Where is this!" Mo Ren woke up from a coma, lying on his bed at home, but fortunately his house was not destroyed by the war because of the back.

"You're awake!"

Mo Ren looked at the source of the voice, and it turned out to be Mo Ren's sister Mo Ling.

Mo Ling was holding a bowl of hot soup in her hand, she helped Mo Ren up, and carefully fed it to the seriously injured younger brother, while saying: "If you are weak, stay away, what can you do, what should I do if you want to die my mother." ”

After speaking, her tears flowed in this hot soup, not only Mo Ling's but also Mo Ren's.

The soup spoon was placed on Mo Ren's mouth, and the weak brother was stunned, and the hot soup flowed down the weak brother's jaw and onto his clothes.

Mo Ren was in a coma for three days in his memory, and three days was enough to clean up the battlefield, and even the memorial ceremony had ended since Jane.

This unfilial son didn't even see his father for the last time, only the back of the man who never looked back, and don't be like his last words.

Mo Ren knelt in front of his father's grave, the newly erected inscription, the newly opened cemetery, on a hill outside the city.

The hill used to be lush with forests, but now the trees have long since disappeared and have been cut down to rebuild the city, the roots of the trees have been dug up, and the holes are used as a refuge for the dead.

The graves all over the mountains, the relatives who refused to leave for a long time, the intermittent crying, Mo Ren did not leave any more tears, and his mind was full of the words of his father when he left.

Such a parting, such a parting, appeared in the memory of this eighteen-year-old boy twice in just two months.

One knelt down beside Mo Ren, his long silver-white hair stained with muddy water along with his forehead, but what was there to make a fuss about? This person was Hang Yuhan.

"Festival mourning!" Hang Yuhan got up and held up a paper umbrella to shield Mo Ren, who was still kneeling on the ground, from the drizzle that had been falling for three consecutive days.

Next to the walls, people are braving the rain to build broken walls, after all, the walls are the protection of the city, although sometimes the walls are so fragile.

Hong Ye sat on the high platform in the city, with a pot of wine beside him, and her slender fingers pinched the small wine glass, watching the people rebuilding the city and houses.

She remembered a long, long time ago, and even she herself had forgotten how long it was.

At that time, she was still a girl, and that tall figure stood in front of her, sheltering him from the wind and rain, protecting her, and never abandoning her.

has been in the wilderness for many years, but she can't change her habit of being in a daze, she always likes to be in a daze in a place that is not easy to be discovered, which is not a good habit.

But that didn't affect the vigilance she'd cultivated in the wilderness, even if it was just the slightest sound of footsteps.

"Little ghost, are you lazy?" Hong Ye quipped as he looked at Yang Xuan who climbed onto the platform.

"Have we met somewhere?" Yang Xuan said with a serious face.

Hong Ye smiled coquettishly, and looked at the boy with a charming look: "Little ghost, do you know how old I am?"

Yang Xuan's expression became serious, and in what he thought was the most domineering tone, he said, "I don't want to know, I just know where I think we've met, and now, I want you to be my woman." ”

"Haha......" Hong Ye laughed, and there was a hint of bitterness in that laughter for some reason.

Many years ago, the man told her that he wanted her to be her woman, and then she became his woman.

But now, he's not him, though so similar.

"Let's wait until you see through life and death!" After speaking, Hong Ye flew out of the platform with a smile, and there was a hint of gloom in his bewitching back.

Leaving Yang Xuan, who still looked serious.

Time is always passing, even if it's just Mo Ren's dream.

In a blink of an eye, the day of the departure of the pioneer team, ten teams and more than 50,000 people are about to embark on the road to the Great Wilderness.

The relatives laughed and bid farewell to this group of young pioneers, maybe they will not see each other again in the future, but they must always give them the best smile, and they will continue to smile.

The road ahead is hard, and it must be cherished.

The dilapidated city is still being rebuilt, and it will not take long for it to regain its former prosperity.

However, the deceased will never return, and the whole city will always be missing, and perhaps before long, the sorrow will dissipate in the air.

Mo Ren followed Bai Xing's team, and Yang Xuan specifically asked Bai Xing to take care of this friend of his.

Mo Ren looked at the glorious Li Ya from a distance, she was no longer tied in a ponytail, she still had a smile on her face, she was still so beautiful. If you can see you again in this life, what is there that you don't know to be satisfied?

Perhaps, in another world, he can follow her footsteps desperately.

When did the sun become so bright, illuminating the earth and parting the night.

The team of pioneers has finally stepped out of the city and will create their own path in life.

Hang Yuhan was not in this team, he had already left the city with Hong Ye a few days ago, and he didn't know where he went.

The red-haired wilderness group to which Hong Ye belonged was no longer a wasteland group in the ordinary sense, but one of the ten most powerful wasteland groups of the human race.

Their mission is no longer limited to finding the Pure Land, after all, the Pure Land has been found by the Terrans for thousands of years.

With the increase in strength, the team of pioneers gradually evolved into the Pioneer Regiment, that is, an independent army of the Terran race, and the Red-haired Pioneer Regiment is one of the best.

"Come to me in the far north. Hang Yuhan said to Mo Ren the night before leaving, and gave Mo Ren the jade pendant that he always wore on his waist.

The turquoise jade pendant was hanging on Mo Ren's waist, swaying from side to side with the pace of progress.

The turquoise jade is no longer mixed with even a trace of red, crystal clear, and is no different from ordinary jade.

Yang Xuan walked at the front of the line, and it was difficult for him to smile on his face after Hong Ye left, as if a child had lost his favorite toy.

Yanshi carried his long stick on his back, and he would not look back.

Cheng Nanjing wrapped his Fang Tian painting halberd in cloth, and Wang Jingjing walked side by side with her.

Wang Rui smiled innocently, looked into the distance, and looked at her team members, she originally asked the city lord not to be the captain, but was rejected by the city lord. Yin Tongtong followed Wang Rui's team.

This group of friends will go their separate ways, and maybe, one day in the future, they will meet again, or maybe they will never see each other again.

If time were to start all over again, and the ending was still the same, would you regret it?

If you go back in time and face the reality but can't do anything about it, will you despair?