The sun god watched the two wind gods fight to the death in the future world in the gap of time, but he could only stand helplessly between the two as spectators, allowing the wind, rain, thunder and lightning to shatter the frozen world into dust.

The laughter frozen in the air disappeared without a trace with the thunder that tore through the chaos, and the sweat that had not landed was instantly hidden by the flood that fell from the sky, and the youthful and vivid faces were turned to ashes in the electric light, leaving only two naked men standing in the purgatory-like court, their eyes radiating a terrifying blue light......

"I don't want to die! Stay, the memory is full of different happiness! ”

"Your friends were all killed by your lightning, are you still happy?"

Under the apocalyptic sky, Chen Feng in the future showed fleeting compassion. The blue light in his eyes faded to the coldness of lightning, and the once happy gaze burned in the world, but in the blink of an eye, the happiness he was proud of no longer existed.

Chen Feng, who had not recovered from his serious injuries, could no longer support this violent wind and rain, and gradually, Zhao Xu broke through the barrier of time, and the mana of the sun god became more powerful with the help of the silly boy, and Chen Feng seemed to be able to feel his breathing. It won't take long, just a little time, and Chen Feng's throat will be clutched in his hands.

A silk thread fell from the sky, shocking Zhao Xu, but pleasantly surprised Chen Feng. He reached out and grabbed the life-saving straw and desperately slipped into the escape passage.

It's just that the momentary hesitation didn't crush the silly boy's desire to survive. He didn't have time to think about his dead partner, and he no longer thought about how to continue his old happiness, he just wanted to live, as long as Chen Feng stayed and killed him.

Reaching out and grabbing Chen Feng's feet and neck, he struggled to trap him at the entrance of the passage. As long as he waits, his second brother will be able to completely break the wall of time in no time. He will help him, use his shining ball of light, leave Chen Feng, and write the past with the mana of the wind god.

Chen Feng watched him pull his feet in vain, but he was powerless to stop the black hole of time from pulling the two of them up to the sky. The moment his big chubby feet touched the silver thread, the silly boy was blocked from the real world.

Like a bullied child, he fell from the sky. looked eagerly, hoping that the second brother who loved him could reach out and catch him. But all that surrounds him is despair and loneliness.

More than twenty years of domineering are gone, leaving only a big mouth that gradually opens and a pair of eyes full of tears. He fell through the cracks of time, with more than twenty years of happy memories, into the world that was shattered by his own hands, and never appeared again, because nothing ever happened......

"You're not me!"

Running along the time with tears, running back to the Valley of the Wind God, running back to the stuffy dormitory. He just wanted to lie down on the pig's nest-like bed and fall asleep happily, and when he woke up, he found that he had only dreamed. He woke up as a bare-ass little boy riding on his grandfather's neck and waving a freshly picked wicker in his hand.

But the dream did not wake up after all, and a hard arm clamped his neck. The big hot hands wrapped around his waist from behind, trapping the hands that wanted to break free.

In his panic, he saw a silver ring, like the one on his hand.

Lightning flashed and thundered, and the thunder god, who had lost his divine power, stood in front of Chen Feng with a staff in his hand. Behind him, Chen Feng clearly saw the world of his own. As long as he gets there, he will be able to travel through countless pasts and continue to look forward to the happiness of the future.

It's just impossible, Thor is blocking his way, and the Sun God is trapping his hands and feet, and choking his throat. White light rose around him, and thunder and lightning exploded at his feet. Life poured out of the fat shell like water, burrowing into the lost ring.

Goodbye, Yingzi! Goodbye! Sister Dream, goodbye! Grandpa, Dad, Mom...... Maybe it's really over, and the blurred eyes seem to see a loud shadow. Maybe he was dying, and when he was about to leave this world, he didn't see anyone else, but the guy who played with him all day and made him angry.

But that's fine, at least when he leaves, he takes away happiness, and there is no more nostalgia.

There was a faint blue glow in the thick white light, and a cold feeling spread through his fingertips. The stream of life seemed to have stopped escaping, and thousands of thunderbolts were expelled by the blue light.

"Grandson, open your eyes!"

The ancient Texas dialect sounded in his ears, and the shirtless bronze man stood in front of Chen Feng. Reach out and hold the silly boy's slippery head, and gently kiss the wide head.

"Grandpa!"

Endless grievances erupted in this call, and tears poured down like a faucet that couldn't be turned off. He didn't know if he was awake or asleep, or if the person in front of him was real or illusory. He just wanted to look at the face in front of him, take his hand, and never let go.

"Good grandson, open your eyes! Grandpa will take you home. ”

"Grandpa!"

"Don't be afraid, grandpa won't leave."

In the fog, the old Fengshen stood behind Chen Feng, his bearded cheeks rubbing the ears of the silly boy, and a big hand slapped his bare ass violently, shouting: "Grandson, open your eyes."

As if falling from the clouds, the moment he opened his eyes, Chen Feng saw Thor staring blankly at the thunder he had summoned hovering overhead.

Traces like light smoke appeared between Chen Feng's eyebrows, and at this moment, he became a real wind god.

In the gap of time, the mana of the wind god shattered the arrogance of the thunder god and forced Zhao Xu's hands back. Fierce hurricanes blew from time immemorial and filled every corner of the future.

This time, the icy blue light froze the scorching sun. Zhao Xu didn't understand what was going on, a gust of wind threw him out like a pair of big hands, and he looked at the tall black and red body in the blue light in surprise. Sweat rose from every patch of skin on that body, little by little, drop by drop, turning into a mist that blurred his eyes like dust.

The abolished Thor couldn't resist the oppression of the Wind God, and in vain he clutched the staff of cold light, but he couldn't get the lightning close to Chen Feng in the slightest.

With just a raise of his hand, Thor was thrown out of the entrance of time like a thrown brick, leaving only the staff in Chen Feng's hand.

But he didn't notice that a ball of light was smashing towards his back. This is the past, but it is also the future, and Zhao Xu is the real master here. Even if the old wind god lent him mana, trying to compete with the sun god here would be in vain after all.

Out of nowhere, a copper-colored red light flew out, wrapped in the hurricane, and threw the silly boy high and fell down heavily. Just like the basketball that flew on the court just now, Chen Feng was thrown into the exit of reality by an invisible big hand.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a strange tent.

Maybe it's because of age, or maybe it's because of the dim light, and the heavy drapery seems to be soaked in the greasy of middle age. I couldn't tell whether it was oil smoke or water vapor, and the sunlight squeezed in from the window the size of a face plate on the drapery, casting a smoky blue band of light, shining on Chen Feng's face, slightly dazzling.

Something black burned in the brazier beside him, and the smell of choking was diffused from the suffocating tent. The damp air condensed in this small space, and even time was like a bee that fell into a honey jar, lifeless, waiting for a fate that would gradually be swallowed up.

It was as if someone had pierced a hole in the steamed bun with chopsticks, and a strong sunlight suddenly pierced the eternal stagnation in the tent, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. It was only then that Chen Feng noticed that time had only stood still in this tent, and that the heavy draperies could not stop the wind from raging in the wilderness.

He sat up suddenly, facing the sunlight and looking at the bright expanse in the distance. A bitter chill of the summer day poured in through the heavy fur curtains, and a rugged, tall figure stood in front of him.

Maybe it was because it was too strong, or maybe it was because he was wearing clothes made of fur from head to toe, and that figure didn't feel like a person to Chen Feng, but more like a black bear with an unrecognizable face.

A pair of big feet covered with fur slammed on the ground, Chen Feng wrapped in a futon made of fur, and clearly felt the tremor under his buttocks.

Suddenly he realized that he had arrived in a place full of animal skins, and suddenly felt a faint pain in those stiff furs on his body. Looking around, looking for the shadow of his clothes, he remembered for a moment that he seemed to have not put on his usual clothes for a long time. The black clothes and pants that were conjured from the ring had already been torn to shreds in the days to come.

He felt very embarrassed, and a feeling of despair wrenched his heart. I didn't dare to look at the human-looking black bear, but sat in the heavy fur, feeling the coldness that had just broken in from the vast land in the greasy, humid and hot air.

Heavy footsteps smashed on the ground beside Chen Feng, and the mountain-like body sat lazily on the old fur that was beginning to shed. The black bear crossed his legs, his bronze bell-like eyes staring at Chen Feng's black face, which was gradually regaining its blood-colored color, and scanning his arms and chest of the same color up and down.

The black bear took off his hat and lost his beast-like appearance, revealing a copper-colored head, sleek and hairless.

It was indeed a person, Chen Feng was really sure. But beneath that human face there was a faint smell of a beast.

"Ninth Grandfather."

He turned his head and reached for a grease-stained kettle from beside the brazier. The spout was steaming, but it wasn't strong, it should have cooled down. The yellowish-white liquid poured into the iron teapot, and the white enamel on the teapot had long since lost its original delicacy, and what remained was the same roughness and dullness as the big hand.

No one spoke, Chen Feng held the rough and greasy tea jar, savoring the residual temperature that seemed to be cold but not cold. After a long time, the blue edge of the tea jar finally stuck to the chapped lips, and a salty taste swam on the tip of the tongue, I don't know if the salty layer is greasy, or the yellow and white milk tea.

Barley and milk tea, these two things he never touched. But in this greasy air that had stagnated time, Chen Feng gave up his distant self and quietly swallowed the unappetizing food.

The tent was scary, except for the faint trembling of the curtain.

Grandpa Nine read Chen Feng's mind in his gaze, lifted a sheepskin and threw it in front of him.

"Find a place to and pee yourself, no one is watching you here." He paused for a moment, took a sip of milk tea, turned out the only little whites of his eyes like electric lights, and looked at Chen Feng: "You brought a snow, it's cold outside, but you are the god of wind, it is impossible to be afraid of the cold." ”

Standing barefoot on top of the gravelly wilderness, the snow stopped and the sparkling snow mixed with sand raged under the wind beneath the inaccessible sky. Turning his head, Grandpa Jiu's felt canopy sat behind him, as stable as the sand and gravel all over the ground, never shaking.

Go a little farther, go a little further.

He didn't know why he wanted to stay away from the dirty tent, away from the breath of the ninth grandfather, but he was just staying away, step by step. Until I saw that there were low weeds growing under the thin snow, in the dead sand and gravel. A little sparse, but it is also the stubbornness of life.

The sheepskin draped over his shoulders could not hide his tall and strong body, nor could he bring the slightest warmth, and his naked skin shimmered slightly in the sun. Lowering his head, he grabbed the sheepskin on his shoulder with one hand, and held the root and shoot of life with the other, and the bubbling heat washed away the snow in front of him, watering the life in the cracks of the stone.

Maybe he was still afraid of the cold, even if the black and red skin did not tremble in the slightest, the roots and shoots in his hands had shrunk into his shy stomach. All that was left was a crumpled black skin, and a trumpet that was much shorter than usual.

"I survived." Raising his head, he re-examined the vast earth and the empty distant mountains, shook his hand slightly, and shook off the last drop of heat, but accidentally threw it on his leg.

I hurriedly wiped it with my hands, but found that there was no water here. I don't know when it started, his cleanliness habit seemed to disappear, and he slowly rubbed on his stomach, satisfied the little tangle in his heart, and continued to look into the distance.

The fiery heat of life and the coldness of the world collided in his heart and lungs, and to live was what he hoped for at the moment. He tugged hard at the sheepskin on his shoulder, rubbed his hand against the goosebumps that suddenly appeared, and his little belly was as rough as an iron brush. Looking down, countless hard hairs emerged from under the new skin. Maybe it won't be long before there will be a black and dense patch on top of the finch......