When the warmth of the sun really dispelled the cold in the valley, the laughter finally filled the canyon again. Leaving behind the river that was still tumbling with mountain torrents, Chen Feng walked towards the stone house with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Regardless of Hong Liang looking for a place to in this Fengshen Valley, he was just a little moved, it turned out that the murderous aura in his eyes was to free himself from that almost doomed fate, and to face a future with him that was almost already forged.

But Hong Liang didn't know how terrible that person who looked exactly like Chen Feng was. More than 700 years ago, the thirteen gods managed to subdue him with all their might. Now that the gods have withered, he is the first descendant of the Protoss to be awakened. As for the others, they are either toddlers or have not yet been born, and this is only the most ideal guess, and it is likely that they have not been found until now. The few remaining brothers were also seriously injured and had not recovered for hundreds of years.

How can I keep fighting? Hong Liang didn't know how terrible he was. Fortunately, the god's sunset bow killed the golden crow, and now his sword doesn't seem to be by his side......

There was a cramp in his heart, accompanied by an electric current that penetrated his eyebrows from his neck, and Chen Feng fell into the fresh mud. That man, the man who wanted his life all the time, was his brother who was connected by blood. Twenty-three years, the Chen family didn't know where he was or how he was doing, just like he didn't know if Chen Feng was living happily.

His body was covered in muddy water, and his hands were holding his bare head and convulsed. The budding hair stood stubbornly on end, scraping against the grass by the roadside like an iron brush. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe, knowing in my heart that it would only take a few moments to return to normal. In this brief haze, I seemed to see a face exactly the same as myself, the same strong, the same dark. For a moment, he really wanted to turn the past around and rebuild his life. Maybe it's not just a moment, since he met Zhao Xu on the night of his birth, he has been looking forward to another reunion. It's just that every reunion will be accompanied by a desperate fight, he is hiding and fleeing.

Chenhui came, just now. Chen Feng, who was rolling in the mud, clearly felt that the air in the canyon was trembling, and it was she who broke in and quickly retreated.

The yellow mud on his body was mixed with fine sand and gravel, and it rolled on his body like a layer of rough sandpaper. With each step, the sandpaper rubs against the newborn skin, and it is an indescribable sensation.

When he saw the food placed on the blue and white stone outside the stone house, Chen Feng finally confirmed the faint doubts in his heart. Just now, he clearly felt that the headache this time was different from the past, and he seemed to have done something different from ordinary in the fog.

I saw the basket of food sitting firmly on the white stone, which was their square table. But the square table, along with the stone benches that surrounded it, were scattered and distorted. Seeing the scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth turned upward, as if he was smiling, but in an instant, he froze on his face, and unnatural light flowed in his eyes.

"I'm going to fight him, isn't it?" He thought to himself.

The sudden appearance of the loud light beside him squeezed out a gust of wind from the otherwise stable air, blowing the basket containing breakfast on the uneven stone. He looked at Chen Feng, then at the toppled stone table, and punched Chen Feng on the shoulder, almost jumping up with joy.

Reaching out and rummaging in the basket, it was a bun again. Chenhui seems to have a soft spot for steamed buns, and she is obsessed with using ancient objects. The delicate wicker basket has long lost its original soft color after years, but it can still be seen that it has put a lot of thought into it.

"Just pooped, did you wash your hands?"

"It's cleaner than you if you don't wash your hands."

Holding the bun and glancing at Chen Feng again, he was covered with yellow mud that seemed to be dried from top to bottom, and there were a few thick marks on his face that had been scratched by his fingers, which were left when he got up to wipe his face. With a round face, it looks like a young × with a tiger pattern. He frowned and glared at himself, looking unconvinced.

Hong Liang stretched out his hand to peel off the remaining rain and dew from the forest on the top of the mountain, and the floating air turned into an endless stream of water that surrounded Chen Feng and washed away the soil on his body.

was unprepared to be tossed by him like this, but Chen Feng had a lot of water in his nose. When the water fell back to the ground with the mud and sand, he bent over and struggled to breathe.

"You want to choke me?"

"So much nonsense about bathing you? Isn't it too much water? Come, come, I'll pee and wash you. ”

Lowered his head and bent over to gasp, raised his hand and raised a thick middle finger at Hong Liang in front of his bare head. He turned his hand and pointed to the wicker basket that sat on the stone table. Trying to recall every feeling just poured into the muddy water, he staggered a bun into the air. He avoided the water he was carrying in the bun, and he avoided everything he could use. It's just buns, snow-white bun skin, greasy bun filling.

But just when both of them thought they had succeeded, the heavy food was fried and shattered like eggs in the microwave, and the oil star meat foamed all over their bodies.

After eating breakfast with laughter and playfulness, Chen Feng lay on the stone bed and listened to the chirping of sparrows in the trees outside the window and couldn't sleep. Soon after, a loud snoring sounded in the next room, and he must have not slept well all night. The sound of birds and snoring mingled together, and it seemed that this was the best morning for sleeping.

Maybe it's getting used to life in the canyon, or maybe it's really getting better. At this moment, he actually disliked the bluestone under him that had witnessed his escape from death twice. Although the bluestone is smooth, it is always a piece of hard state, from the inside to the outside is cold, lying for a long time is not only a sore back, but also a faint discomfort with bone joints.

The sunlight finally revealed its original heat, and through the stone hole barely called a window, it shone obliquely on Chen Feng's body, making people relax and warm.

Just like a small tree seeing the sun, Chen Feng's belly seems to have grown. I don't know when the new skin on my body began to dry up and crack, and the chick burst a little bit like a shell.

Reaching out and touching his belly, he touched his face again, and the edges of his chapped skin curled up with each movement. Subconsciously scratched the itchy place because of the re-drilling of the hard hair, and tore off a piece of dead skin, which hurt faintly.

Roll over and let the sun lazily shine on your broad back, round ass and thick thighs, and savor the ease of gradually spreading through the bursting skin.

A thought flashed through his mind, and the sleepiness that had just diffused suddenly disappeared. Opening his eyes and staring blankly at the corner of the stone house, a swallow burst in and landed where he had been lying last night drinking clear water.

Maybe Hong Liang is right, you can't wait for him to come to the door all the time. If one day he really found a way to take away the mana of the Wind God in one go, then he would definitely be in a catastrophe.

After thinking about it, I was somewhat glad in my heart, at least in the confrontation more than a month ago, he didn't take a little mana in Changchun, but he died in vain for a week, while he wet his pants and burned a large piece of skin on his legs.

The doubts in my heart are like the flood of last night. I vaguely felt that Zhao Xu already knew something, otherwise he wouldn't have snatched another ring. As for the master in Chen's mouth, he must be a powerful character. But in that big war, why didn't he show up? And Zhao Xu, what is he doing now? Where to find him? What can I do if I find him, I can't beat him.

Thinking like this, Chen Feng once again reached an impasse. I know who my opponent is, and I know that I can't sit still anymore, but I can't do anything about the status quo. After thinking about it, I couldn't find the answer after all.

At some point, he fell asleep. Standing in a trance under the impending rain sky, a dark green forest stands on the edge of a continuous wheat field. The rough bark of the tree next to him left crooked nicks, the names he and Haizi left when they were children. In the grass not far away, there seemed to be a white dress spread on the ground, with a little bright red......

Grandpa sat and smoked in the small courtyard full of sunshine, the pipe was bright and dark, and the gurgling white smoke came out of Grandpa's mouth and nose, disappearing under the swaying shadow of the old jujube tree.

A baby's cry came from the house, and a man hurried out of the courtyard door with a swaddling baby in his hand, and a woman's wail came from the house. The old man under the tree had a gloomy expression, like the sky that suddenly disappeared from the sun, and shouted loudly for his grandson's name.

The two children echoed the old man's cries, got out of the water naked, staggered barefoot beside the old man, climbed on his back, pouted the chicken× the chicken peed on his neck.

The thunder and lightning roared across the sky, and the old man sat still under the tree with his only grandson in his arms, despite the wind and rain.

He watched the scene in front of him in the gap between time and space, and the familiar and unfamiliar Zhao Xu stood beside him. Zhao Xu suddenly threw a fierce gaze at him, but he told himself that he was dreaming, so he didn't need to be afraid. But he was scared after all, and felt his rapid breathing, but he couldn't open his eyes, nor could he move his hands and feet, until cold sweat covered his whole body, soaking through the gradually warm bluestone under him, and he finally woke up.