Chen Feng's thoughts are like a breeze blowing outside the window, flowing slowly, but only flowing. In the stone-cut room, time seemed to stand still. The boxy space was forced to dig a boxy hole, and the sunlight leaked through the leaves outside the hole, mottled on the fat belly, and also mottled on the stone bed as blue as the house.

Time really stood still, only the sunlight and breeze seeped through the cracks of time.

"You're awake." Chenhui walked in, holding a little food in her hand. The whiteness of that body brought a burst of light to the cyan stone house, allowing time to flow again.

"Where is this?" Chen Feng didn't move, he didn't look at her, his eyes were still staring at the dark red wound, and his brain was powerless to think at all.

"Fengshen Valley," Chen Cheng replied, placing a few fruits beside Chen Feng, "Your canyon." ”

Not knowing how to describe this look, Chen Feng raised his head and looked at the "sister" standing in front of him. A bit of stubborn light flowed in his eyes, and he looked directly at the girl in front of him. It's incomprehension, it's resentment, it's despair. The two men looked at each other silently, motionless. Only the light circulated in Chen Feng's eyes, a shallow layer of mist. The hands that were trying to support his body trembled slightly, and his heavy and undulating breathing seemed to be able to easily crush him to the cold stone bed.

Chenhui still had no expression, calm like the stones around her. She finally moved, stretched out her hand to caress Chen Feng's head, and gently supported the dark face.

"Cry ......"

The wisp of stubbornness suddenly collapsed, and the shallow mist condensed into two bays of spring water. The black face spasmed uncontrollably, the sobbing of snorts swayed his whole body, and all the grievances flowed out silently along the grinning mouth.

She hugged his head tightly and stroked it gently. The picture is like holding a frightened hedgehog, quiet and sad.

A sobbing finally shook the broad chest, and a howl seemed to come from a wounded and desperate wolf. I don't know which school this painting comes from, but the cool colors that fill the eyes highlight a muscular body and a girl with long hair dressed in white. Please don't equate thick muscles with strength, even though I can't see it, I can feel his tears rippling. The long hair in white is not a weak appearance, and the sun-drenched face seems to have witnessed too much impermanence.

Chen Ji looked down at the round head in her arms, slowly moved away, and gently kissed the stubborn short hair. Holding the round black face in both hands, he stared at him with cold eyes.

"Let's go see him."

This piece of bluestone is surprisingly large, in addition to the stone house where Chen Feng woke up, there is actually a room next to it. Presumably, when the excavation was first opened, the project was huge, and the walls, roof, and ground all retained traces of chiseling. Standing barefoot on the cyan ground, Chen Feng clearly felt the rough lines, and in some places it even looked a little sharp.

I can't imagine what kind of scene I will see when I step through this door, which is also smashed out of bluestone. He couldn't help but breathe tightly, and his legs, which had been difficult to open because of the pain, were even more disobedient at this time. He helped Chenhui beside him and took a deep breath. Finally straightened up and took the first step.

After all, there was a groan from his clenched teeth, and Chen Feng suddenly clenched his hands, forcibly holding back the tearing sensation, and coughed violently.

Man, always want to maintain a little humble dignity at all times. Even at the moment, even when he was injured and couldn't put on clothes, or stood in front of a girl with an inch, Chen Feng hoped to make a posture that showed that he was not defeated.

It's just self-deception! The desire to run away when danger came still echoed in my mind, and the purple-red wounds on my legs were evidence of my timidity at that time. And with that Yu Xuan step just now, the wounds on the two thighs touched together without warning and without preparation. This pain finally made him realize the reality, hunched his waist, crossed his legs and moved forward step by step, letting the flesh that should be shaken and the flesh that should not be shaken sway left and right, and no longer care whether it looks good or not, as long as it is no longer looking for trouble, it is all good.

Hong Liang was lying in another room, and a piece of bluestone paved on the four stone piers was where he slept. It can be seen that Chen Ji has tried her best. Chen Feng clearly felt the spontaneous flow of air around Hong Liang, enveloping him inside. The wood on his chest was gone, and the wounds and body were clean. It's just that the black boy who used to be the same as himself is now bloodless and sleeps there motionless.

Let go of Chen's hand and move her footsteps through the circulating air. Holding the bloodless hand, his breath trembled uncontrollably.

The hand was still soft and strong, except that there was no blood, and it was still the same as usual, without the slightest feeling of stiffness. But Chen Feng could still clearly see that life had faded from the body in front of him, leaving only a loud shadow, a trace of what he left in this world.

The distorted face slowly lifted, and the hunched waist gradually squatted down. His wail remained silent until the sudden outburst.

Kneeling in front of the bed, using a fiery face to warm the cold hand, tears flowing between the pale fingers, but still unable to inject the fading life into the strong body in front of him.

The wails echoed through the stone house, again and again, and again and again Until the little strength he had completely dissipated, he sat weakly in front of the cool bed.

"I did my best." Chenhui has been standing outside the circulating air, calmly watching everything in front of her. It's like looking at an oil painting in a museum where a chubby boy mourns his friend who has just died.

"He was gone when he brought you here." She continued, "I removed the wood and lime from his body, leaving the wound as it had just appeared. ”

"Stay"! These two inconspicuous words made Chen Feng's heart tremble slightly. Why stay? Why not keep? Why not clean up?

Chen Ji understood his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth that was almost invisible.

"He's still alive?"

"He is dead, both for mortals and for gods." This cruel sentence almost completely extinguished Chen Feng's last hope, and the trace of surprise in his eyes instantly dissipated. But after a long half second, Chen Ji gave him a big surprise. "Except for your ......"

……

Chen Feng almost swallowed the steamed bun that Chen Cheng gave him in one gulp, chewing hard. This should be the most ugly eating appearance, the fist-sized steamed bun is stuffed in the mouth, the throat is blocked inside, and the lips cannot be closed outside. The tears in the corners of his eyes have not been wiped away, and he is desperate to prop up his already swollen belly even more.

Chen Xi couldn't tell him how to wake up Hong Liang, but the unique mana of the wind gods of the past generations had buried this possibility in his body. He wanted to thank Chenji, the loud air flow that enveloped his body to stay at the moment of injury, never stiffened, let alone rotten. In other words, Hong Liang is actually alive now, but he is temporarily lifeless. Therefore, he had to fill his stomach immediately and let the wind god wake up in his body as quickly as possible. At least...... He thinks so, only when you are full can you have strength.

Just thinking about it, eating like this. Thinking that Hong Liang could stand in front of him and giggle again, he let go of his stomach and ate violently. But when the picture of Hong Liang sleeping on the stone bed flashed in his mind, his throat would always suddenly dry. He felt that he had to eat and heal his wounds before he could fully activate his potential. With enough strength, it is possible to drive away the bad guys who wander outside the valley looking for the entrance.

"Who is he?" For the first time in two days, this question popped up in Chen Feng's head. On the day of the accident, he was completely suppressed by his opponent and didn't even see the man's face. His strength is amazing, even if it is not stronger than the Thor he met last time, it will definitely not be below him.

"Who the hell is he?" Why would anyone come to him for trouble one after another? And this time, Chen Ji never told him the origin of this person. No, Thor said that he was going to take away Chen Feng's mana. Is it the same this time? Could it be that this mana that reverses life and death is only possessed by Chen Feng alone? What do they want to do? Who do you want to resurrect?

"Who is he?" He got up and came to the door, and saw Chenhui standing in the sun and looking up at the sky, her green hair and the white clothes around her body were equally dazzling.

"You'll know." That was her answer, still staring at the sky.

Looking into the sky according to her eyes, except for a few pale white clouds, there was only a round of sun that was warmer than usual. The sun shone all over his body, and an indescribable kindness almost infiltrated Chen Feng's breathing. Except for the purple wound that ached faintly in the sun, it was still shocking.

I don't know if it's because of his youth or because of something else, Chen Feng's injury recovered very quickly. In just two days, the dead skin on the legs has hardened and fallen off, although there is still a little yellow water coming out, but the legs are already covered with a thin layer of tender skin. And he can walk up straight, as long as he doesn't walk too fast, even if the wound on his thigh occasionally rubs together, it won't hurt as much as it did at first.

"He's almost at the entrance." Chen Xi's sudden words frightened Chen Feng. "You can't beat him now, and I'm useless." She continued, "I'll send you out when he's about to come in." In this canyon, your injuries will heal quickly. But after going out......"

"I'm going to take Hong Liang away."

"Without this, he would be completely dead."

"Then I'm not leaving."

"Hide and wait for me to find you."

It was such a long night. Chen Fengguang spun around in front of Hong Liang's bed with his feet, and the knuckles of his fingers were pinched by him. There were no candles in the stone house, only the faint white light on Chen Feng's body allowed him to barely see the bright face.

What should he do? Reason told him that he should leave the canyon at the moment of danger, hide, and wait for Chenhui to come to him. However, if he leaves, what will the bastards outside the valley do to Hong Liang? Will Chenhui be able to get out safely? He didn't know.

From the day they met, they stuck together all day long and talked about everything. Hong Liang looks more energetic than Chen Feng, and although Chen Feng is also very cute, he is always a little silly. So much so that for more than two years, girls who like loud have lined up, but Chen Feng only has two pitiful relationships that are almost not in love, and they have blown them all. Later, there was a gossip in the class of more than 60 people and the majority of girls, saying that it must be abnormal for two good-looking young men to live in the same dormitory, but they have become 10,000-year-old singles in the class.

Hearing these rumors, Hong Liang would always laugh back with a smile: "Do you want to give it a try? And Chen Feng always smiled crookedly: "Who did you kick, follow me!" ”

(I don't know if it can be released this time, I just want to borrow something from people to symbolize life, passion, and even hope and despair, and it will be found to be a violation.) No way, respect the rules. In the future chapters, some details need to be made up by friends. ）