There was a dead silence in the tent, and the young man looked at the hunting knife on the ground without saying a word...... "I can't see any love, after a long time, I don't know what I remembered about the past, and a faint brightness returned to his eyes."

He sat up straight with difficulty on the ground, looked at the desolate father and son opposite, let the solemnity and sacredness of his past habits return to his cheeks, and said clearly: "It turns out that sneak attacks are not much fun. ”

It was a very inexplicable sentence, but he said it very seriously and strictly, and his tone was still as calm and gentle as it had been for more than ten years, revealing an innate pride and condescending contempt and indifference.

However, he is no longer the beautiful god son of Xiling, but a wanderer who describes himself as withered and filthy, so this is extremely incongruous with the expression on his face, and it can even be said to be a little ridiculous.

The father and son thought he was ridiculous, but they didn't laugh, and the little boy picked up the hunting knife on the ground and walked over to him, intending to cut off his head like the head of a beast in the snowy mountains.

Watching the shadow of the hunting knife slash into his eyes, the young man who had been reduced to the wasteland with a noble status finally felt the shadow of death, just as he felt the arrow on the snowy cliff.

In fact, this feeling is not unfamiliar to him, he has been burned at the stake for half his life, and he has seen countless prisoners in the dark prison when they are dying, but at that time, he never associated this with love.

The young man from the Central Plains is not afraid of death, at least he thinks he is not afraid of death, but he really doesn't want to die in the hands of a ridiculous little boy, which is too ridiculous and too incompatible with his identity.

He didn't die because the desolate father stopped his son.

The father of the desolate man looked at his son and shook his head, and educated: "If we are desolate and save people, there is no reason to kill people again, not to mention that this young man in the Central Plains has obviously lost his brain, and it is not auspicious to kill a madman." ”

The little boy asked, "What then? ”

The father explained: "Since he wants to kill us, then we naturally can't raise him anymore, and it is fairest to throw him out and let him fend for himself, and let the Immortal Monarch decide his life and death." ”

The tent was a very cold and howling snow wind, and the young man was so badly wounded that he was already dying, and without the warmth of the tent and the fire, he was afraid that he would die in a few moments.

The father and son knew this well, but even if the man had compassion, he would not be so stupid as to overflow, and the father carried the young man out of his tent like a chicken, and threw him far into a thunder heap.

That young man is naturally the prince of Longqing.

On the snow cliff in the depths of the Heavenly Forsaken Mountain Range, when he was at the critical juncture of breaking the fate of the realm, he was shot through the chest and abdomen by Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen arrow, which not only made him almost die on the spot, but also directly destroyed all his cultivation realm and confidence.

Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrows were definitely not ordinary foreign objects or demons, and the impact on Longqing Emperor Taro was not as simple as the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi Counterattack, just because of that arrow, he could no longer practice in his life, in other words, he went from a cultivation powerhouse who might enter the realm of knowing fate the fastest, to an absolute waste wood.

There are people who are still alive, but they are already dead, and they are even more painful and desperate than dead.

The prince of Longqing on the snow cliff that day was just that kind of person, when the Taoist idiot forcibly pulled him back from the death line, he fell off the snow cliff like a walking corpse, and walked towards the north of the wasteland.

The reason why he went to the north was because the night was longer over there, and Prince Longqing felt that Haotian's light had abandoned him, so he chose to die on the other side of the night, at least it would not stain Haotian's eyes.

The weather was freezing and the snow was falling, he thought that he might become a zombie in the snow at any time, but he didn't know whether it was the pure Dao breath that Ye Hongyu poured into his body, or the effect of the pill from Zhishouguan, he never fell, walked hard and painfully for several days, and then fell unconscious among the mountain cols.

If nothing else happened at that time, when the pure Dao breath in his body was gradually released, when the effect of that pill completely disappeared, he would eventually become a corpse in the deep snow in the north of the Heavenly Abandoned Mountain, and no one would ever be able to find out about his death, until thousands or tens of thousands of years later, the time of heaven changed again, and the snow melted and the ice melted to reveal the shriveled frozen corpse, but at that time, who could remember that there was a person named Prince Longqing thousands of years ago?

After being rescued by the pair of desolate father and son, Prince Longqing was still confused, but the idea of dying was a little lighter, because no matter who experienced a life and death struggle of losing his soul, he would always have stronger emotions for the world.

Being able to live made him have kindness to the desolate father and son, but the deep hatred of the Demon Sect and the contempt for the desolate man still existed, the stronger the gratitude in his heart, the more painful and tormented his heart became, and after thinking silently for a long time, he decided to knock down the desolate father and son, and then said something that he had no chance to say.

"On behalf of Haotian, I forgive your sins. ”

The prince of Longqing in the tent, both mentally and logically, was in a state of extreme confusion...... That state lies between life and death, between light and darkness...... Between gratitude and disgust, between the memory of glory and the reality of wolf bèi, it is precisely because of this that he makes such an inexplicable choice.

The fact that he was thrown out of the tent made Prince Longqing sober up and remember many things soberly...... He is no longer the Xiling Shenzi with peach blossoms in his hands, no longer the prince of Yan who has been clothed and fed since he was a child, and no longer the person who is qualified to be expected to revive Dayan, but just a waste wood whose snow-capped mountains and qi sea have been destroyed and can no longer practice.

He lay in the cold snowdrift without knowing whether it was life or death, the images of the past flashed quickly in his mind, I don't know if it was the cause of these pictures or the cold, his body became more and more stiff, his thin and brittle cheeks became more and more pale, and the luster in his eyes became fainter and weaker.

The former prince of Longqing, like a down-and-out beggar at this time, waited silently on the snowfield with few traces, but fortunately or extremely unlucky, the Hades King, who presided over the night and death, seemed to be extremely tired of the faint smell of light that still remained on this beggar's body, and never refused to give a sweet kiss.

As soon as he sat down until the early morning, Prince Longqing's eye buttons moved slightly, and his slender and charming eyelashes fell with the frost, he looked at his chest indifferently, and found that he was not dead, so he slowly stood up and continued his journey that had been interrupted for some days, walking towards the far north that was still stuck in the night.

Under the interaction of wind and snow and cold, the luxurious coat could no longer be supported, and the wisps were scattered behind him, the bright yellow and noble color had long since faded, and only a close-fitting underwear was left on his body, which was stained with jet-black serum and jet-black soil, and it was unclear whether it was blood or dirt.

Walking until noon, the blazing sun shone overhead, but there was no heat in vain, like a false storage zài, he weakly raised his head to look at the sky, squinted his eyes with difficulty, and then used all his strength to step towards the tao, there was a foreign body sensation on the soles of his feet, and when he looked down, he found that the shoes had broken somehow, and a sharp ice chip had pierced deeply into the soles of his feet at some point, but he couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Thin clothes, ** feet, seriously injured body, Prince Longqing weakly continued to walk, he didn't know where he was going, just followed the deepest part of his heart and intuition, aimlessly but never deviated from the direction to the north, where the dark night has been attracting him to the dying waves, just like the light of the past.

I don't know how long he walked, because he was too weak to walk slowly, so he didn't know how many miles he had walked out, he couldn't feel hunger and pain, those instincts that belonged to human beings seemed to fade away under the double torture of despair and death, but he had to continue to walk north, he didn't need to eat but he had to be able to support his body that could fall at any time, so he broke a branch on the road as a cane.

The trees of the wasteland in the far north are difficult to survive, where are there any thick branches, the thin branches just support him to walk out of the waves for hundreds of zhang and then break crisply, his body fell heavily on the snow, shaking out a few gray blood at the corners of his lips, he struggled to get up, there was still no expression on his face, he looked at the distant wasteland in the north that seemed to have no end, sighed softly, and then sat down.

I don't know how many days I walked, how many miles I walked, and still didn't walk into death, nor did I go to the dark north, he felt a little regretful, and quietly looked up at the sky, watching the twilight in the sky gradually replaced by night darkness.

He had sat all night in the cold moor, until the morning came, and the first rays of the sun shone on the monotonous snowy field, shining on his slightly squinted eyes, which were unusually smooth because there were no eyelashes.

"After all, it's dawn. He looked at the first light in the east, and muttered in a hoarse voice: "How good would it be if this day would never shine again, why am I so afraid to see the sky butterfly now......

The sound of horses' hooves came from the south.

Prince Longqing looked at Dongfang stupidly, ignoring the voice behind him.

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and there was still a long distance away, Lu Chenjia jumped off the back of the big snow horse, rushed behind him, and then slowly squatted down, and stretched out his arms to wrap around his body from behind.

The snowhorse shook twice, almost fell on the snowfield, and ran for more than a thousand miles day and night.

Lu Chenjia gently hugged him, his face against his, not daring to exert himself but refusing to let go, as if he was worried that if he let go, the beloved man would disappear again and walk towards the darkness.

These days, Prince Longqing's face finally showed a smile, he looked at the faint morning light in the east, gently sniffed the breath coming from his face, and said in a dumb voice: "Don't you think that you are holding a corpse?"

Lu Chenjia lowered his head and said with a smile: "If you are willing to look back at me, you will know that I am also ugly now." ”

(Jiangye is really a story of love...... ）