It was dawn, but the night did not seem to have been removed by the God of Creation, and the sky seemed to be covered with a dusty glass cover, and the clouds were depressing.

Gulf and Gila were picking up the old king's relics: a tattered cloth shirt, a half-melted iron mask, and two Dawn camellias. He was completely gone, as if he had never existed, and all that appeared to everyone was his phantasmagorical body, and perhaps, his soul.

Qi Lang sat helplessly on the ground, leaning against the crystal coffin, clasping his hands on his knees, looking up at the sky.

He hated himself so much, hated his powerlessness, and he couldn't even fight for the opportunity to hug his father. It was the feeling of wanting to cry without tears, and it was the first time he had experienced that feeling, even when all the memories were suddenly retrieved in front of his mother's crystal coffin.

He felt emptied, unable to breathe, depressed. It was as if a precious treasure he had worked so hard to accumulate had suddenly met with misfortune, turned into a cloud of smoke and dust, dissipated into the air, and could never be caught in the palm of his hand again......

Heartbreak, that word does have a point.

He didn't want to move now, he didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted to sit quietly like that, sit in front of the crystal coffin, and let the broken heart fall to the ground one by one, shattered, shattered, shattered......

Tears unconsciously drenched his chest, mixed with the bloodstains, and diluted little by little, from dark red, to light red, and finally to a faint pink, just like the color of the two morning camellias.

Qi Lang never thought that he would be so sad, because he had long accepted the fact that his father had died in battle. But when hope is rekindled, it is again dashed. He felt like he had been fooled. Merciless fooling, as if the gods of heaven deliberately wanted to see his heartbroken expressions—it was possible, who made him swear to himself that he would never shed any more tears?

Igru silently hid back in Qi Lang's head. Before that, he had also tried to apologize to Qi Lang, in the eyes of that kind snow wolf, what had happened before. He also bears some responsibility, because he is not strong enough to interfere with the soul.

In reality, Iglo didn't really understand the role of his innate talent. He began to think that was a ridiculous statement—the soul, and if the soul was really a tangible and qualitative thing, why couldn't it be seen or touched? Maybe Gila was right, the soul didn't exist at all, it was just a form of energy. And the talent of the snow wolf is that he can control that energy, not the soul that does not exist at all.

And now Gila also enters into the same self-questioning: does the soul really not exist, like the old king's body, what kind of power is he controlled by, and if it is really just a form of energy. Why did he have feelings? Why did he stand up when his son's life was threatened? When he heard the call of affection. Why would he try to express his feelings?

It was probably really an unknowable form of life that surpassed all scientific explanations.

Gulf didn't have any thoughts about Gila and Iglu's thoughts, and he was still in a state of extreme distress.

He messed everything up. Just because of the many words, those ugly monsters are about to challenge the warriors of the entire human race under the leadership of their five-star generals. One hundred thousand bages, this is not a joke, they are born one by one in a strange shape, their strength is amazing, and the degree of ferocity is beyond imagination.

Gulf no longer dared to imagine that prospect: three months later, a major battle was about to appear on the border of Sunset. Among the hostile forces, there may be those poisonous snake heads, and there may also be centipede heads, toad heads, and bed bug heads...... It's terrifying, even compared to the demons in hell, they're probably even more terrifying.

When burying the old king's relics next to the crystal coffin, Gulf probably scolded himself no less than eight hundred times, and he could not forgive himself. He made a rare attempt to analyze it, and came to an extremely unfavorable conclusion: the earth-shattering disaster that Qi Lang had mentioned at the beginning was by no means a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster, a man-made disaster brought about by an unprecedented war! The so-called puzzle, like the warning book left by the Holy Son, was just a prophecy.

The culprit of that unprecedented catastrophe has now emerged, and that is the talkative Gurff, who has been honorably the greatest scourge in the history of mankind, and has brought about the destruction of mankind!

This is no joke, Gulf Murphy, who's in trouble.

The faithful Parry did not forget his duty, it was already dawn, at this time, Qi Lang should rush back to Lujia Town, meet those subjects, and drive to the next stop, or in a few days, he should return to Dongyang City, ready to deal with the great war between humans and Baji, he really can't delay here any longer.

"Master, it's time for us to go back. Parry hunched over and stood in front of Qi Lang and reminded him intimately.

Qi Lang didn't answer, still staring blankly at the sky, as if his soul had already flown out of the clouds.

Parry didn't wake up Zirang, but he did remind Jira. He was probably the only one who had to stay awake at this point, even though his mind was also a mess.

"We've got to go, Commander. Jira sat down next to Qi Lang and patted Qi Lang on the shoulder, "No matter how long you sit, you can't make any difference." We have to look forward, everything that happens here is unavoidable, and we should face it with all our spirits. ”

Jira is a competent staff officer, and his attitude is the most correct, and in the face of all this, to meet the next test, for Qi Lang, a responsible and formidable king, there must be no discouragement.

Qi Lang still didn't react, he was stunned. Jira even suspected that his entire body had been frozen, and even though the weather in early summer was warm, he could still feel a chill from Qi Lang.

"There's a lot to prepare, isn't it?" said Gila, still patiently persuading, "from Rebens, we can confirm that Jenny, though she said that there may have been a hint of blame, it seems that what happened was not a deliberate ploy on her part. That said, Billy Whale's pamphlet was useful and the key to saving the world. Come to think of it, if we do find that way to reverse time and space, then there is a possibility of change. It is possible for the old king to be saved, it is possible for your mother to be saved, and even for all the tragedies that have happened before, it is possible for us to save them. ”

Qi Lang finally turned his face. Jira thought that his persuasion had worked, but when he saw Qi Lang's gloomy eyes, he was soon disappointed again.

"What's the use of rescuing it?" Qi Lang's mind seemed to be in a dead loop, "Even if we reverse time and space, all this will still happen." Ambition, prejudice, hatred...... The world will continue to repeat its mistakes in samsara. ”

These words are actually the same as Andy, the god of revenge, who complained at the beginning, and Qi Lang had given his own positive opinion at that time, but the cruel reality made him overturn the original opinion. Mistakes are inevitable, because human beings are not gods, and repeating stupid mistakes is entirely instinctive, and things can go for good for a while and for a while. Human beings are tossing and turning in such cycles, trying their best to find trouble for themselves.

But Gila saw it lightly, he shrugged his shoulders and said: "Anyway, we can't do nothing, right? we have to do something, even if it's only a temporary correction, the end result will still be inevitable, we have to try, that should be the meaning of our existence." ”

A dejected Gulf came over at this moment, his pockmarked face a little swollen and red, and it seemed that he was not simply slapping himself in the face.

"Are you blaming me?" said Gurff, his tone depressed and full of self-reproach, "I accept all reproaches, and if you order Lancee to beat my board, I will gladly accept it." As you say, I am the stupid human being, and I think that even if I wash my brain with the blood of the Son, my stupidity will not change in any way. What am I going to do? This is the cause of the disaster, how am I going to tell Lucy all this? She's going to have to kill me. ”

Jira smiled wryly, he really had nothing to say about Gulf's trouble.

Qi Lang slowly stood up, leaned down in front of the crystal coffin, and looked at his sleeping mother with confused eyes. He hopes to be inspired by his mother to find the ultimate answer to his problem.

But the answer still hung in the air—as before, she slept smiling, as if she had no sense of the confusion in her son's heart, and no regret that her former lover could no longer offer beautiful and fragrant flowers. She was just smiling quietly, silently, but she seemed to have seen through everything.

"Let's go back. Qi Lang sighed helplessly, "I can't face her—I'll probably never be able to face her." I let her down, because I probably couldn't solve the problem, it was far beyond my ability......" (To be continued......