In the air, a long stream of blood erupted from his mouth, like the brilliant red of the multicolored sun. His face was like gold paper, and he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at the increasingly blurred figure of the woman in the distance.

"No!" Huang Rong broke free and staggered to the edge of the cliff. Her eyes were blank, and she knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the dark cold sea below......

"Father, you!" Huang Rong was as delicate as a piece of paper, looking at Zhang Zhenjun angrily. Her expression was extremely sad, as if her heart was dripping blood. She kept screaming, and the sad voice seemed to make the sky weep.

"This!" Huang Rong's cry seemed to make Zhang Zhenjun sober. He frowned and stared at one of his palms, then at the cold sea beyond the cliff. At this time, the cold sea was turbulent, where was Yi Hao's figure.

"Girl, go back to me...... Don't make a fuss, okay? Zhang Zhenjun looked at Huang Rong's petite and thin back with pity, and his voice became soft. He paced slowly, and was about to approach Huang Rong on the edge of the cliff.

"I ...... Let's go back, you step back! Huang Rong suddenly gently wiped away the tears on her face, raised her head and whispered to Zhang Zhenjun.

"Okay!" Zhang Zhenjun's face was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, and he nodded busily.

He opened his arms and looked at Huang Rong with soft eyes. He wanted to greet Xiao Huang Rong, who was as cute as a milk swallow, with his wide arms more than 20 years ago, and ran over quickly and plunged into his warm arms.

Huang Rong stood up slowly, gently straightened her dress, and then glanced at Zhang Zhenjun deeply. Suddenly, she turned around and flew into the cold sea beyond the cliff......

Huang Rong's body was like water, and it seemed to be swallowed by the monstrous mouth of the cold sea, and soon disappeared without a trace.

"No!"

Zhang Zhenjun stomped his feet and flew up, frantically running a huge palm formed by the black and white Yuan Force, and suddenly fished towards the cold sea. But the cold sea water flowed from between his fingers, and it ...... Where is there still a figure of Xiao Huang Rong.

"Rong'er!"

"My Rong'er!"

"Where are you?" Zhang Zhenjun stepped on the sea with his feet, screaming sadly, like crying. His cries were mixed with the sound of the waves, and they were heard far away on the surface of the sea.

His hair stood on end, like madness. He kept fishing and clawing in the sea, and after this place was fished, he changed places......

It was only at this moment that he truly realized the vastness of the cold sea, which was as decisive as the sky and could not be offended...... His black hair was slowly turning white, his body was becoming rickety, and his figure was getting old......

Later, a strange man appeared in this area. His eyes were blank, ragged, and crazy, and he sometimes whispered "Rong'er, Hello" alternately, and sometimes sang a poem in his mouth:

The autumn breeze is clear

Autumn moon bright

Fallen leaves gather and disperse

Jackdaws revert

Lovesick to see each other know when the day

It's hard to feel the night at this point

Enter my lovesick door

I know that I am lovesick

Sauvignon Blanc and long reminiscence

Sauvignon Blanc is endless

I knew it was so stumbling

Why didn't you know each other at the beginning......

In the green sea area, there are thousands of large and small islands. These islands are said to be the Qingzhou continent shattered in the battle of the ancient gods and demons, and have drifted to the vast open sea for countless years, forming an archipelago here that is densely dotted.

Qingli Island is an inconspicuous island among the many islands in the Qinghai Sea. The narrowest part of the island is no more than ten miles, and the four mountains and cliffs are craggy, and the products are extremely unrich. The island is like a sickle floating on the cold sea.

"Mother, he's been asleep for seven days, why hasn't he woken up?" In a thatched hut on the seaside of Qingli Island, a boy about ten years old dressed in coarse cloth held his hands vigorously and looked nervously at the young man on the couch with his eyes closed.

Outside the hut, a middle-aged woman in a linen skirt with a hungry face was busy using an unknown rope to thread a fish more than a foot long, and a string of dried fish made a rattling sound in her hands. When she heard the young man's words, she immediately stopped what she was doing, got up and went to the couch in the house.

"I'll take another look!" The woman gently brushed the hem of her skirt and sat on the edge of the couch with a solemn face. She pulled the man's arm, her index finger resting lightly on the pulse at his wrist.

The woman's name is Lee, and she is a doctor of medicine.

"Hey, that's weird!" The woman looked at the man and said softly. The pulse of the man in front of her was very strange, and her brow was furrowed tightly at the moment.

The man on the couch had been found by the child on the beach seven days earlier, and the man was still faintly breathing, so the mother and son worked together to drag him back to the house to take care of him.

The boy has been diligent in feeding him fish soup these days. His face gradually turned red from golden to yellow, and now he was normal and dark, but he never woke up.

"Mother, what's wrong with him?" The boy's expression was anxious, and his eyes were full of worry as he looked at the young man.

His breath had stabilized, and the injuries in his body had also recovered. It stands to reason that you should wake up, why don't you wake up yet? Li's face was suspicious, and he groaned, "Don't worry! Go feed him some fish soup again, and be careful of scalding! ”

"Oh, well!" The boy turned and picked up an iron pot by the fire in the corner of the house. He stared at the inside of the pot, his eyes full of sadness. The little black pot was already at the bottom, and all that was left was a few fish bones and less than a spoonful of soup.

"Mother, have you eaten it?" The boy turned around and looked through the small broken wooden door at Lee, who was busy walking outside the house.

The middle-aged woman turned to cover herself, she licked her chapped, bloodless lips, looked up with an effort and said, "I...... I've eaten it, feed it to him." You kid, why are you so verbose! Mother and I are busy, I must hang these fish before tonight, they are our mothers, no...... Three of us have a winter's ration! ”

"Hmmm! Mother, okay, I'll feed him! The boy nodded sensibly, and prepared to walk inside, holding the khaki bowl.

Suddenly, there was a rude shout from outside the house.

"Huh! Lady of the Vines! Your filial piety gift this year, why haven't you sent it to the masters today! ”

On the seashore, a small boat made of the skin of an unknown sea animal slowly docked.

Two stout men who were more than a foot tall, with curly yellow hair, a face full of meat, and a stubble on their chins, walked to the hut with a figure-eight step.

"Master Zhang, Master Li, isn't our family already sent over!" Li frowned when he heard this, and hurriedly stood up and walked towards the two men.

"Hmph, that's the one you sent a few days ago? Who are you fooling? One of the men stepped on the mottled boat in front of the house with one foot held high. The wooden frame inlaid on the inner wall of the boat seemed to be unable to withstand the weight of the man's heavy feet, and it made a creaking sound, as if it was about to fall apart at any moment.

"Master Zhang, you must raise your noble hand! This boat is the food of our family, and if it is gone, we will have nothing to honor you in the coming year! Seeing this, Li immediately whispered to Zhang Ye, who was stepping on the boat.