(Cat flutter Chinese) "Thank you for the life-saving grace of all the heroes in Tengjiazhai, although I have no ability, but in the future, if there is a place where I can be useful, I will never frown."

"Brother Lei is right, thanks to the rescue of everyone in Tengjiazhai today, my surname Wang has nothing to do, I can only say one sentence, in the future, the brothers of Tengjiazhai need help, shout, the surname Wang must be on call...."

On the square of Tengjiazhai, there was a banquet at this time, and in addition to the clansmen of Tengjiazhai, the others were all unlucky adventurers who were "picked up" by the hunter team in the elven forest.

Because of this sudden storm, they were all hit by the seedlings, and they were swept away by the storm, but fortunately they were found and rescued by the hunter team of Tengjiazhai, otherwise, if they were discovered by the nearby bandits first, the consequences would be afraid... Therefore, they are very grateful to the people in Tengjiazhai.

Especially the leader of the hunter team in Tengjiazhai, Teng Qingqing, who has a strong cultivation talent, is a little curious in addition to her gratitude.... How could there be someone with such a strong cultivation talent in such a small cottage?

And it's a woman, and I don't know how she looks or how beautiful she is... But unfortunately, Teng Qingqing did not appear at this banquet.

At this time, Teng Qingqing was in the house under the huge rattan tree in the village.

The giant vine was not very tall, but it was very thick, its diameter was estimated to be two and a half meters, and when it was more than four meters high, its branches and rattan stretched out in a radial pattern, and the houses under the vine tree were almost covered with rattan except for the doorway.

There are also wooden frames that lead rattans from other directions elsewhere.... The trunk of the tree is no more than four meters high, and at first glance it looks like a huge wooden stake that someone had deliberately erected.

"Low and tall" stakes .... It's paradoxical, but that's how it feels.

Inside the house under the rattan tree.

“... Obviously injured so badly, how could the vitality in the body still be so vigorous? Strange, strange. Although Teng Qingqing has not learned any healing techniques, she also knows how to deal with injuries when she grew up in the cottage, especially after entering the realm of divine envoys, she seems to have a natural sense of hurt, and after seeing it, she naturally knows how to deal with it.

The old patriarch said that this is the realm.... But today, she didn't know what to do with this person. Because in her induction, this person's body seemed to have been hollowed out by something, and it was empty, even the dantian that stored the fighting energy, and there was no trace of fighting energy in it.

Not only that, but the meridians in his body were also seriously damaged, as if they were overused, and they were puffy by something, and they even reached the edge of breaking...

Judging by her previous experience, such a physical condition can basically be said to be useless... But what made her feel incredible was that every inch of this person's flesh and blood seemed to contain a strong vitality, making his body dry but the flesh and blood were just the opposite.

The whole person is also in a strange state of neither life nor death.

"Strange and strange.." This is the first time she has encountered such a strange thing, and she immediately went to find the old patriarch, but unfortunately although the old patriarch is not young, he has never seen such a thing before, and he has no way to save people, so he can only wait and see.

I didn't know that I had waited for more than two months and nearly three months.

On this day, when she had just returned from hunting with the hunter team, the little fan in charge of looking at him suddenly told her that the man had woken up, and she was stunned at first, because she had almost forgotten it for more than two months.

When she followed the little fan to the house under the vine tree, she saw a man with unkempt gray hair, a full beard, and a haggard face like forty or fifty years old... It's a far cry from the young guy she rescued from the Elven Forest.

The eyes, in particular, were hollow and colorless.

He was lying flat on the bed like a vegetative person, with empty eyes and no idea where to look...

"My name is Teng Qingqing, you were rescued by me in the Elven Forest... What is your name? Teng Qingqing spoke to him tentatively, but he didn't seem to hear anything, and there was no response. Teng Qingqing had no choice but to give up, but just as she walked out of this room, she heard what he said: "Lin Ape! ”

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Before waking up, Lin Ape had been having a dream, and he couldn't say that he was dreaming, because it was a real thing, and he kept replaying that picture in his mind, and the dazzling blood light pierced the white figure, like a kite with a broken string, and the white figure fell from the sky.

This kind of picture has been constantly replayed, as if it is about to be imprinted in the depths of his soul, but the more he watches it like this, the more his heart hurts, and a sense of powerlessness slowly sweeps over him... When he was about to block this picture and get rid of this feeling of powerlessness, it kept haunting him like a demon, haunting him....

Finally, he woke up.

I thought that I would get rid of it in this way, but who knew that as soon as one thought was extinguished, another thought suddenly came up.

He thought of Xia Le, remembered the agreement they had made, the promise they had made, and the oath they had made... In that picture, Xia Le is also in it, what will she do when she sees such a picture? Is it sad or what?

I think it's more than sad.... At that time, he seemed to have forgotten Xia Le.

Didn't you say you wanted to be together? How could it be forgotten? He suddenly began to blame himself again, he seemed to see Xia Le's scolding of his flowers, his reprimand for his inattentiveness, and his scolding of him... Heartache.

He felt ashamed of her.

If it weren't for him, Yolanda wouldn't have died, and Charle wouldn't have died.... But if you think about it, did he really do something wrong?

Did he really do anything to be sorry for them? No, but... The more this is the case, the more he does not, the more he feels sorry for them, because if it is really wrong, he has an excuse and a reason...

Now he can only take all the fault on himself, and only in this way will his heart be better.

He stopped thinking about these things, he wanted to divert his attention, so he looked out the window, but his eyes drifted somewhere....

In his eyes there is no passage of time, no change of the sun and moon, as if nothing is the same in his eyes .... But the world outside the window that is printed in his eyes is always changing, sunrise and sunset, dark night, starry night sky, scorching sun, or cloudy and thunderstormy weather.

In the blink of an eye, the window was a withered yellow, and the world, which was still a little angry, was as lifeless as his heart, withered and yellow, and the weather was gloomy, and even the huge vine branches were withering one by one, and those leaves were also drifting away in the wind.... That picture is so familiar...

The leaf is detached from the tree, and its life is over... It's the end of it.... His whole body shook, and in a trance, he seemed to understand something, but it was a little vague.

The wind outside the window is blowing stronger and stronger, and I don't know if it will be a few hours, or a few days, or a few months... The leaves on the vine tree were all gone, and the leaves were blown away by it.

The leaves are all "dead" ...

Suddenly, I heard only a creaking sound, followed by a 'boom' sound, but it turned out that a branch of the vine tree had also been blown off by this evil wind.

This 'boom' sound seemed to echo in the depths of his mind: "It's time for such a big branch to die... And what about people? ”

He wanted to apply this sentence to Yolanda, but he felt that he shouldn't...

The winds continue to rage... I don't know when it snowed outside the window, and the snowflakes bigger than goose feathers continued to fall for an unknown amount of time, anyway, in his eyes, the world turned white in an instant, as if wearing a white coat, except for the vine tree and some trunks left outside, the world outside the window was still white in addition to white...

The wind blows louder at this time, whimpering, and it makes people chill when they hear it... But there are some people who are not afraid of the bad wind, nor are they afraid of the cold snow, chasing in the bad wind, rolling in the snowdrifts, and laughing happily from time to time.

The cold and lonely world seems to have life again......

The wind suddenly stopped, the sun came out, the snow was slowly melting, and the giant vines covered by the cold and snow were no longer as dry as they were at the beginning.

This vitality attracted the attention of Lin Ape, and slowly, he noticed that there were some small packets on those branches, as if something was about to emerge from them.

That life is in those little packets...

I don't know how long it took, but the bag finally got out of there... It turned out to be a small shoot.

Every little bag has grown a little little shoot, the little shoot is very tender, full of life, it grows very fast, within a few days, some of the little shoots have grown into a small leaf, which is the leaf that was once blown away by the bad wind...

Some of the small shoots have grown into small green branches, and some of the branches that have been blown off by the bad wind have grown green branches directly from the broken places...

The vine tree, which seemed to have died before the snow, is now resurrected.... Dead and resurrected... Death first, then life... Death may be another kind of life.

Suddenly, he understood.

If it hadn't happened, if she hadn't helped him stop it...... It was impossible for him to be with her, seeing him with Xia Le, she might be more willing to stop it, right?

Maybe this is the best destination for her.... Being alive is not necessarily better than dying.

Life is not necessarily better than death, and death is not necessarily better than life... The key is in the people, in the things.

He was light, and although such an idea was a little unfair to Yolanda, it was the truth, because no matter what, he couldn't be with her, so, I'm sorry.

He could only say it in his heart.

He finally walked out of the hurdle in his heart, he finally walked out of this room, walked out of the room for the first time, and saw the world outside the window.

The sun is soft, the air is fresh, and the giant vines are bright green... The outside world seemed to be full of life in his eyes now, just like his body.

Every inch of flesh and blood in his body, as if it was the same as his current heart, saw through the mystery of life and death, and there was an inexplicable vitality circulating and expanding inside...

The gray hair is gradually turning black, and the haggard face is gradually recovering....

He looked up at the sky and watched the sun gradually set, "The Continent of the Gods." He muttered to himself suddenly.

Walking in the direction of the setting sun, he came to a hill and stopped, and after a moment of silence he built a small grave bag with both hands, and in front of the grave stood a stone tablet, and his fingers rested on the stone tablet, as if thinking about what to write.

After a long time, he wrote down the three words "Beloved Wife" and then stopped, looked into the distance, and erased these three words from his hand, and rewrote "Youlan", but after writing two words, he stopped again.

This pause lasted for most of the night, and at last he erased the two words, and until the early hours of the next morning, he wrote nothing, leaving an empty tablet there.

People should look forward and not stay in the past, but while looking forward, they should not forget the past,...... Because the past is a life experience, a process of growth, and the present is the life you will face...... You can't avoid it.

Yolanda is the past he can't forget, and Xia Le is his present...... This is the Continent of the Gods, it is the Realm of the Gods, Xia Le is in the Demon Fighting Continent, he wants to go back......

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(~To be continued~) [This book was first published from, the first time to see the genuine content! ] ]

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