When he woke up again, Grandpa Nine had already put the hot dry food in front of Chen Feng, and the smell in the small tent was different from that of the day, but the greasy smell was the same.

There was no electricity in the bag, and a fist-sized copper hammer hung from the roof of the tent, emitting a dark red glow, reflecting the simple things laid on the ground, and even the pile of furs on the ground showed a purple-red color.

He crawled out of the bed, sat on the untreated fur, picked up the mare's milk wine, grabbed a handful of meat that he didn't know what it was, and stuffed it into his mouth. A fishy smell went straight into his head, and then penetrated the entire cavity, almost coming out of his ears and eyes.

There is no seasoning in the meat, not even salt, and the meat as big as a soup bowl has been boiling in the pot for I don't know how long, and it is not cooked thoroughly until it comes out of the pot. Suppressing the urge to vomit, he swallowed the meat in his mouth with all his heart, and saw through the dark red copper light that the flesh that had been bitten by himself was still red and bloodshot.

"But no one of the people I call grandpa can cook?" He thought to himself.

The moment the curtain was lifted, a dark night broke into the dark red tent. The beast god had taken off his fur, but he still had a wild face. Perhaps it was because the cold wind had receded, the thin snow had dispersed, and the two thick arms were exposed, and the chest, which was wider than Chen Feng, appeared wider in the dark red light. There was not a single hair on the huge skull, and it hadn't added a single wrinkle for more than seven hundred years, like a large copper hammer standing on the ground, and the copper hammer on the top of the tent seemed to brighten up the whole room.

A little embarrassed, the silly boy hurriedly finished drinking the mare's milk wine, and in a panic stuffed the piece of meat in his hand into the bowl. Calmly, he hoped that the ring on his right hand would give him another set of clothes that would fit, but he found that not only did the clothes not materialize, but even the damn ring never appeared. Standing in place, looking at Grandpa Jiu and then at his fingers, he looked extremely cramped.

"Don't bother, all the magic weapons here are invalid." Grandpa Nine looked at Chen Feng, who was naked, and a smile appeared in the corner of his resolute mouth that had not been noticed by Chen Feng.

"Ninth Grandfather."

"After eating, I'll take you to a place in a moment."

"Where are you going?"

"Eat quickly."

It can be seen that this beast god should rarely change his clothes on weekdays, and it took him a long time to find an old gray-white robe with no sleeves in the tent, and he couldn't find the buttons from top to bottom.

The cool night breeze swept under his armpits, and the softness of the air was clearly felt. The corners of the robe were blown up by the wind with the steps, like an old man teasing a naughty boy running all over the ground, holding the child on his back to the sky in front of his chest, and opening his mouth to blow the tender bird.

Along the way, he silently followed Grandpa Jiu, and in the long night, he couldn't see a house, a tree, a piece of grass, or anything else that could help Chen Feng find his way. Only the soles of his feet trampled open, and the hard sand made a dull sound, reminding him that this was not a dream.

I don't know how long I walked, maybe it was a long time, maybe it was not long, but the silly boy gradually began to pant incessantly, his feet and legs became a heavy burden, his head was too heavy to lift, and it became more and more difficult to walk. Only a pair of eyes seemed to obey the command, telling him how beautiful the night sky really was, the stars were exceptionally bright, the earth and the sky were surprisingly close, as close as the stars that could pluck the ice crystals with a single stretch of hand.

I was dizzy and followed, but I didn't see Grandpa Jiu suddenly stop. A head hit the bear's back, the stone under his feet made a crisp sound, and the silly boy sat on the ground, simply lying down on his back to the sky, looking at the sky with all directions.

"Here we are."

"Where is this?"

Struggling to sit up, looking around but didn't see the slightest difference. The same vast night, the same vast wasteland, the same deep starry sky, the same cool soft breeze. There were no mountains, no water, no people, only the silence that spread in the bottom of my heart, gradually pulling away the little fat man's breath......

Suddenly woke up, a crisp sound awakened the power of Chen Feng's breathing, his head sank down suddenly, and he turned his eyes to vaguely see the beast god's thick right hand raised on the left side of his body in the night.

What a ruthless big-eared melon seed was given to Chen Feng on the back of his head? Touching the back of his head, his head was still buzzing, in addition to the stars in the sky, now he looked at the whole ground with golden light. It's like floating in the sky, I can't tell the difference between up and down, left and right, only a cluster of meteors surrounding me, and it took a long time to come to my senses.

"Concentrate, or you won't know how to die."

A layer of murderous depression in the horror blurred the eyes of the wind god, and under the quiet night, an indescribable murderous aura rose above the sand. The earth under Chen Feng's ass was so empty, as if it had been withdrawn from the shell of life, and under that unchanged face was connected to the realm of death.

A heart spasmed violently, panicked hands gripped the mummy-like earth fiercely in this spasm, and the two big feet that were out of shape looked for the direction to support their bodies in the chaotic fear. The muscular chest rises and falls violently, as if even one breath is too low to lose the motivation for the next breath. After a long time, he finally straightened his chest.

It seemed to be a ghost, hovering over the vast plateau. The wind god's eyes could not see what it was, but they could see that it had a pair of eyes that guided death. Here, it is like the ward of a lonely patient when he is dying, lonely, indifferent, desolate, calm like a glass of pure water, but what passes is an invisible life.

"What is this place?"

"Golden Crow Cemetery."

"Golden Crow? Sun God ......"

I don't understand why Grandpa Nine brought him here, let alone know that this golden crow is dead, and what is the point of bringing up the old things again. Just watched him grope around his chest, took out a dagger from his thin shoulder, and handed it to Chen Feng.

"Before that great battle, we twelve Celestial Chosen found this place and cursed the earth with their own blood." He raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky, as if he was talking to the stars, and as if he was staring at a loved one he hadn't seen for a long time. "After the Great War, the remaining few people worked together to transport the body of the Golden Crow here in case the reincarnated Sun God found it. The gods withered, and once the golden crow was resurrected, no one could stop him. ”

His eyes were as crystal as stars, and looking at Chen Feng, there were two tears that he didn't want to shed. Slowly raised his hand to caress Chen Feng's round head, picked up his fleshy cheeks, and left a sob.

"With this curse, it is impossible for the sun god to find it, let alone resurrect it. In order to prevent the sun god from catching him, we didn't tell the seventh brother at that time, so that until now, there is still a shortage of the blood of the wind god here. You drip blood onto the ground and complete the final curse. ”

In the darkness, Chen Feng ignited the blue light around him, and the dagger slashed across his palm, leaving an unforgettable pain. Blood spilled, with the pure blue of the sky, moistened the earth and poured down the crevices of the sand to the fiery soul.

The blue light dissipated in the breeze, taking away the pain in the palm of the hand and the solemnity in the eyes. The earth beneath your feet is no longer an empty shell, and the air you breathe in your heart has become sweeter. Vaguely, the hope of life flows silently under the feet, and in this place where the phoenix sleeps, life will come again and never leave.

"You saved me." Turning around, Chen Feng looked at the beast god in front of him through the night, a smile on the corner of his mouth. "It was your meteor hammer that repelled the sun god and the god of thunder and brought me here. Can you also go to the future? ”

Holding Chen Feng tightly in his arms, the stubble like a steel needle stung the kiwi-like scalp, and two fiery tears slowly flowed down the stupid boy's head.

It was beast-like arms, clinging tightly to his head, and then wrapping around his shoulders. He struggled powerlessly, allowing his one-meter-eight body to be strangled in the air by a two-meter-tall man, and the cool wind blew under his feet.

Little by little, little by little, like a giant python entangled a dying antelope, squeezing the last breath of air in its chest and lungs.

Shocked, Chen Feng didn't understand what was going on. No one told him why the beast god was suddenly angry, why he wanted to kill him without warning. Only the faint distant mountains and the twinkling stars watched quietly, watching Chen Feng's escape or death.

Like a stone, Chen Feng flew far away with the beast god's waving arm, smashing a pit that was not too big or small in the desolate earth. Turning over and standing up, his eyes condensed with thousands of lightning bolts, but he saw a humanoid tiger raise a purple-red copper hammer.

The lightning and thunder did not stop the beast god's flight, but just a fierce rush, a fierce beast had already come to Chen Feng, and two lion-like eyes forced Chen Feng to stare.

"If it weren't for you, my wind wouldn't have died." He shouted, kicked Chen Feng to the ground, and raised the copper hammer with both hands. "Why are you coming out! He could have survived! ”

That's not questioning, it's just an outpouring of anger. Without waiting for Chen Feng's answer, and without looking at Chen Feng's eyes that looked the same as the old Fengshen, the fist-sized copper hammer smashed down on the stupid boy's head with the sound of the wind.

Perhaps it was here that the life of the wind god died again, waiting for the next long reincarnation......

The purple-red light did not fall after all, hovering in mid-air, like the tears of the ninth grandfather.

For a moment, Chen Feng suddenly felt that what was standing in front of him was not a high god, but just a man who didn't know how to forget, missing his long-lost relatives or friends.

Time flows like quicksand in the world, and countless lives have been born and dissipated for thousands of years, only the eternal stars in the sky quietly watch the joys and sorrows of the endless change. Maybe it's really indifferent, maybe it's already numb, and the countless eyes in the sky have never shed a tear. Just watch quietly and let time flow through the world.

There is also such a group of people, like stars in the night sky, accustomed to seeing the clutch that never stops. But they are not stars after all, and they can't throw away the softest point in their strong hearts. So they are gone, far away from the warmest things in the world, like the distant mountains in the night, huddled lonely in dark corners, licking their bloody wounds, occasionally glancing at the prosperity of the world, turning back and continuing to wander in the wilderness and desert.

Tangled, hidden, in their long lives, they didn't know more people, except for the bare-ass kid in front of them.

He is the descendant of the god of wind, and he is the root of the god of wind's heart. For the sake of this kid, he did not hesitate to face the mortal enemy he had avoided for a long time, and he did not hesitate to use his body to block the sword of the sun god. This is the inseparable love in the bloodline, but it is also the resentment that the beast god cannot forget.

The moment the copper hammer landed, the beast god knelt in front of Chen Feng, and his hot big hand held the stupid boy's head tightly in his arms. A powerful heart beat violently, and the voice, accompanied by warm tears, soaked his whole body from Chen Feng's head.

Is it crying? Is it a question? Maybe it's both, maybe it's neither. He just mourned a lost life in tears, remembering the baby who was shivering in the early morning.

He is his wind, weeping in the palm of his hand, sleeping soundly in his bosom. Feng'er smiled, and he carried him on his shoulder. Feng'er cried, and he took him in his arms. The wind pulled, and he wiped his ass clean. The wind peed, and he lay in the cold cave with his arms around him. The wind would run away, and he took him down to the river to bathe. The wind grew taller, and he brought back half a mountain of prey. Feng'er's lips darkened, and he smiled happily. The wind grew hair, and he hugged his head worriedly. Feng'er wanted a daughter-in-law, and he took him out of the canyon. When Feng'er grew up, he married him an ordinary woman, hid them in the countryside, and told him to forget who he was.

He just wants him to grow up in peace, live a peaceful life, and survive a long life.

But the bare-chested boy barged in, breaking his perfect arrangement. A great battle was lost to the gods, the beast god choked the scorching sun, as long as he waited a little longer, as long as he waited a little longer, everything would be over, and his wind could end the fate that never changed, and accompany his daughter-in-law to live a peaceful life, and no longer have to hide.

But he appeared, and the bare-footed boy crawled out of the cave. In order to save him, the kind Feng'er blocked the sword of the sun god with his body......

Time, the gods of extinction, are competing for time, and time is the most evil source in this world. If no one can glimpse into the future, if no one can rewrite the past, there will be no way to talk about many desires. At most, it was just a soft sigh under the autumn rain, which only added a trace of melancholy.

If he hadn't appeared that day, if Feng'er hadn't come out of the hut that day, if the Black Boy hadn't attacked the sun that day, the wind god would have sealed the power to spy into the future.

It was a father-son separation that had evolved into a fratricide full of resentment.

Staring into the eyes of the beast god, the silly boy twitched his lips, unable to suppress the grievances in his heart any longer, and opened his mouth to cry.

"The shepherd boy is dead! It was grandpa's lightning that burned him to death! There are also many tents in the distance, which are buried in the yellow sand in a blink of an eye...... Nine Grandpa...... Grandpa Tai is a bad guy...... You're all ......"