Looking at the stone demons that were gradually dispersing, Zhang Delong couldn't help but scratch the back of his head again, so far, his head was still a piece of mush. Originally, I thought that after coming here, the questions in my heart would gradually find answers, but since I came here, I haven't found an answer, and my questions have become more and more.

Seeing Zhang Delong, who was scratching the back of his head and turned around and walked into the small building, Hera Liya said with a wicked smile, "How do you feel now?" ”

Although her head is now a slurry, Zhang Delong still understands what Hera Liya is going to ask, she is asking herself, being held in the palm of her hand by many younger brothers, whether she is comfortable, refreshing, and her vanity is not satisfied.

"I can't put it into words, it's a strange feeling." After all, for Zhang Delong, everything here is actually something that another man has, maybe in the eyes of others, he and Zhang Zhiang are the same person, but as far as he is concerned, he and Zhang Zhiang are obviously not the same person. Such a feeling made Zhang Delong feel a little awkward.

At this moment, the wooden door was pushed open very quickly, and a woman wearing a mask, wearing a set of sky blue leather tight short-sleeved shorts, with a graceful figure, hurriedly stepped through the door, the curve, convex and backward, white skin... I can't see it yet.

After Bingfeng entered the door, she quickly looked around at the people gathered in the small building, as if she was eagerly looking for something, and finally her eyes stayed on Zhang Delong standing in front of the round table.

Looking at the masked woman who was hurriedly walking towards him, Zhang Delong obviously felt an inexplicable attraction, which was the attraction of the origin of life, but Zhang Delong didn't know, he just felt that the woman in front of him exuded this peaceful atmosphere, even if he was just able to lie in her arms, Zhang Delong felt that he would be extremely satisfied, this woman's arms were like his final destination.

Zhang Delong didn't know what to say to the girl who attracted him like this, and at this time, Bingfeng had already come to him and took him tightly into his arms, without giving Zhang Delong any time to react.

Before Zhang Delong could appreciate the warmth and softness of this woman, he felt a force rushing into his body and wandering freely! I seem to be immersed in inexplicable warmth! The body and mind seem to sink into a warm sea, and every pore of the body exudes a pleasant **.

Zhang Delong didn't have time to think about why a woman's arms could make him feel that the world was full of vitality and the surrounding environment was so peaceful and peaceful. All he knew was that if it was just a dream, he wished he never woke up.

"Bingfeng!" After seeing Bingfeng's actions, Hera Liya hurriedly shouted, reminding Bingfeng that she could not fully control her life origin now, and if she had such a skin-to-skin relationship with Zhang Delong, the life origin would completely sink her, and she would fall into an eternal dream from now on.

Hearing Hera Liya's scream, Bingfeng's delicate body was shocked, and then she quickly pushed Zhang Delong away, and she was so excited that she forgot about her current troublesome physique.

"Ah~my head!" And at the moment when Zhang Delong left Bingfeng's arms, he suddenly covered his head, staggered back a few steps, and sat on the round table.

"Zhang Zhiang! How are you? Everyone was shocked, what had just happened?

But after a while, Zhang Delong shook his head, "It's okay, it's just that there was a cramping pain in the brain just now, and I saw some pictures." ”

Hearing Zhang Delong's words, Hera Liya's eyes lit up, "What kind of picture? ”

Zhang Delong looked at the people who were looking at him around, and then pointed to Fu Feng, Yang Xiao and Fres, "I saw it, I sat on a flying carpet with the three of them, swimming in the sky, and I also saw it, I fought a monster with the dead warrior, and... ”

With Zhang Delong's words, Hera Liya's eyes became brighter and brighter, she didn't expect that she would find a way to restore Zhang Zhiang's memory so quickly! The origin of life not only affects life, but also affects the soul! If you think about it, the origin of life should have such a role, the entity of the living being can be regarded as the hardware of life, and the soul can be called the software of life.

Creatures composed of hardware and software can be called living beings, such as undead creatures, they are only software, no hardware, although they are called creatures, but in fact they are just some soul shelves with thoughts, as long as they are specific shapes of things, they can be attached to them, and move, but due to the lack of supporting hardware, so although the undead are not dead, but they have always been relatively weak existences.

Because no matter how powerful the software is, without enough hardware to support its operation, the power of the software cannot be fully exerted.

Another example is the soulless human beings, although their hardware is still active, they have lost their minds and turned into walking corpses, and all they have left in this world is breathing.

"Bingfeng, we'll talk about Zhang Zhiang's matter later," Hera Liya was happy in her heart, "Let's treat Yang Yingying and Frith Yinghen first." "Hmm." Bingfeng nodded at Hera Liya, and then walked towards Yang Xiao and Fress.

"What about me?" After seeing those pictures, Zhang Delong was even more convinced of Hera Liya's words, maybe there was really a memory buried in his body that he didn't understand.

"Don't worry," Hera Liya pressed her palm, signaling Zhang Delong to calm down, "I already have some eyebrows about recovering your memory, and after dealing with these things, we will start to recover your memory." ”

Zhang Delong nodded, and was about to say something when the wooden door was knocked again, "Teacher, the representative of the Barbarian Bull Clan is here with me." Lin Xiaoqing's voice sounded outside the door, and then the wooden door was completely pushed open.

Lin Xiaoqing walked into the small building with a sturdy Barbarian Bull Clan warrior, "Master Liya, heroes. ”

"I have bad news for you." Hera Lia sighed and whispered, "Please." ”

"The legendary bull he, in this battle, died in battle." Hera Liya's words made the Barbarian Bull Clan's brows furrow slightly, "You mean, Lord Sixu... ”

Hera Liya nodded, the atmosphere in the small building became solemn for a while, and the Barbarian Bull Clan warrior was silent for a moment before speaking again, "I know, Master Liya. It's just that I don't know Lord Sixu's body, have you brought it back? ”

"We've brought it back, and so are your holy swords." Hera Ria paused for a moment, then continued, "Take him back first. ”

"Yes, Master Lia." The Bull Warrior nodded, "We will hold a funeral for Lord Sixu in two hours, and please be sure to attend." ”

"We'll go." Hera Ria glanced at the crowd and finally replied, "Lord Sixu's body is in the ice coffin at the door, right?" After seeing Hera Lia nod again, "Then I'll take my leave." After saying that, the warrior of the Bull Clan turned and left.

Night Fallen Continent of the Wind Broken Rue Goin

After attending the funeral of the Barbarian Bull Clan, Zhang Delong felt a lot, and during the funeral process, Zhang Delong's mind would pop up from time to time some things that he and the dead Barbarian Bull Clan warrior had experienced.

Such a great and powerful warrior, his funeral was so simple, a eulogy, silence, a fire, nothing more.

The soldier's ashes were buried in the ground, and the tombstone was very simple, just a large, slightly polished stone with the warrior's name, title, and a few strokes engraved on it.

And his weapon was stuck in the tombstone, waiting for a new owner, worthy of the owner of the two swords.

What kind of life is it, what kind of life has long been seen through life and death by this group of people, and what kind of spirit has created the unique culture here? Zhang Delong didn't know, but he knew what it meant to be dead without a corpse and be wiped out. Isn't that what the warrior in front of you is? Why can't even a body be left behind after death?

Hera Liya explained to Zhang Delong that on the Continent of Winds, when a strong enough human dies, it will be burned to ashes with magical flames, while a relatively weak human can keep his own corpse.

Why? The death of human beings is, in the final analysis, the escape of the soul, and their flesh is the hardware of life! Whether it is humans or monsters, there are all beings who can borrow corpses to return souls, but they borrow other people's corpses and return their own souls.

And the creatures who can often borrow the corpse to resurrect the soul are extremely powerful existences, and the creatures who study this kind of spell often hide a heart that yearns for darkness, once the corpse of the legendary cow is obtained by such an existence, the combination of powerful software and powerful flesh will give birth to what a terrifying strong man, no one can predict.

And the most important thing is that such a strong person, with this dark heart, will cause what kind of disaster, then no one dares to speculate at will, but the people on the Wind Continent know that once such a strong man is born, there will be a bloody storm on the Wind Continent.

Therefore, it is an unwritten rule in the Continent of Wind that the flesh of the human powerhouse must be completely reduced to ashes with magical flames.

After Lin Xiaoqing heard all this, she suddenly felt that the human beings of the Wind Continent were worthy of admiration, they had been silently guarding the human world, but these strong people who had made great contributions to the human race couldn't even keep their own corpses after death, was it really worth it?

In some extreme cases, the powerhouses of the Wind Continent will even burn themselves to death with magical flames while they are alive, destroying their own software and burning their own hardware, in order to continue to protect the world even after death.