Leo had been listless along the way, neither the sudden attack of the mutant jackal nor the crazy roar of the mutant liger had affected its sleeping expression, as if it was older than old Harry, and it had already reached a state of indifference to all the changes that happened around it.

But when the outermost layer of white mist finally appeared in front of him, Leo seemed to regain his vitality, and his eyes widened excitedly, and his huge head lowered and sniffed around the ground, as if there was some familiar smell in the vicinity, which stimulated the nerves in its brain and made it regain its youthful feeling.

That white mist probably really contained some kind of special substance, and other than this explanation, Leo's behavior didn't make sense at all. However, that kind of substance is extremely unfriendly to humans, and Qi Lang still remembers how Ou Wu had hallucinated at the beginning, thinking of himself as an amazingly tall rat Baji, and then launched a series of life-and-death attacks.

"Young men, which of you need black tea?" Old Harry, carrying a wet towel in his hand, approached step by step, frightening Gulf and Zi Lang to duck back.

"Don't mess around, old Harry, we've got our own preparations. Gulf yelled in disgust, but the corners of his mouth curled unconsciously.

Everyone remembers the allusion to black tea clearly, and Gulf alone has revisited it more than 30 times in the past few years. It's just that the poor person has now said goodbye to this world, which makes the happy story turn in the opposite direction.

Covered with a homemade black tea towel, the three of them walked into the white mist together. I also walked into the mysterious pool that does not let people sink into the water.

This is for old Harry and Gulf. It's a whole new journey. Although they have always lived near the Black Forest, they have never dared to set foot in the forbidden land of the psychedelic pool. But the situation was very different today, because they had Leo as a guide, and Zi Lang was also a guide in a sense - he had fought a fierce battle here, and together with Owu, he had taken out a mighty Baggy. And found the silver sword of victory. That impressed Qi Lang deeply, and he will never forget it for the rest of his life.

Everything is still the same as it used to be, the quiet pool of water, the surrounding and slowly rising water vapor, and ...... The most amazing thing is the vortex of time that can be faster and slower.

What exactly caused this so-called time vortex was not explained by Dodim that day. Perhaps it is impossible to explain at all, and given the current level of human knowledge, this is a complete unsolved mystery. But it exists objectively. Like many of the world's mysteries that are difficult to explain, there it is. It's confusing.

The time vortex was indeed waiting in this inexplicable corner, because Qi Lang could clearly see that the speed of Gurve's blinking had slowed down significantly, and even the laughter of old Harry seemed strange. And more importantly, Qi Lang also found a strange power coming from his chest.

It is a very gentle power, which makes people feel peaceful and soothing, as if they don't care for a little, and they will fall asleep peacefully under the soothing power of that power. Qi Lang continued to walk forward with the sound of rushing water in his ears, and at the same time closed his eyes and felt the power with his heart. It was as if he saw that power. It's a little strange to say, but it's visible, because it's flashing with golden light.

Qi Lang guessed that the answer was time - "flow can heal pain", that is time.

Qi Lang had already understood the meaning. It's as if O'U's death had made him so heartbroken, he thought he would never come out of that kind of pain in his life. But he was wrong...... Time has the magic to heal the heart that has almost been shattered, and although the scars on it are still visible, the pain is not so strong when those memories come back to the mind.

Perhaps, looking back at the past even further, such as the three years of suffering in the slave camp, and even further away, the nightmarish bloody battle outside Dongyang City...... The pain has healed - as long as you don't touch it with force, don't cut the scabs with a knife, the pain left over from them is bearable.

When Owu was dying, he recited a ballad from Gondwana, and that short passage seems to be a teaching about time: "The river of time flows forever, soothes pain and relieves sorrow, disillusionment and glory, which is long, and prays to the gods, the road is immortal......"

It was a very comforting passage, like Owu was trying to persuade his good friend not to be sad about his death, didn't he say, "I hope you will get better......

Qi Lang is really getting better. The pain in his heart was still there, but he was really getting better. When time passes, the pain is diluted, people are like that, and life will go on with the impetus of time. Time is running towards the future, and there may be some new pain waiting there, but joy will also be waiting there, and it is worth looking forward to.

But wait...... Isn't the answer to this puzzle supposed to be related to the final way out?

Qi Lang reopened his eyes so that he could better observe the mysterious vortex of time in front of him. But it is invisible, formless, and naturally unobservable, but the pale blue night sky overhead seems to suggest something......

Oh, that's it...... Qi Lang figured it out a little.

It's not night right now, at least not the world beyond the vortex of time. In other words, this river of time is not the only law that all things in the world obey. Here, it was slow, probably a few days apart, and perhaps, just a few seconds after he had set foot here for the second time, had actually been just a few seconds after Ao had taken the sword of victory.

Looking at the lively Leo, this reason seems to be even more sufficient. It had completely regained its original appearance, its fur was so smooth, its eyes were piercing, and its body was full of inexhaustible strength. It has regained its youth, and in its original territory, it has regained the grace of the patron saint of the Holy Sword.

Of course, there was still some loss in its eyes, because Qi Lang noticed that it had been looking around, and the loud howl sounded very familiar, as if it was calling its destined master, why he had returned to his hometown, but he still couldn't hide, leaving only his strong comrades-in-arms here alone.

But if the river of time, which has been rushing forward, can control its speed, why can't it be reversed?

Perhaps, that is the key to the final way out, right?

The island in the middle of the lake has finally arrived. Between the black stones like lotus petals, the Sword of Victory was gently placed back in its original place, and the silver light flickered softly again.

Leo crouched majestically beside the Holy Sword and shouted loudly at Qi Lang. Qi Lang was not worried that it would attack again as unkindly as before, because its tail was still waging gently, and its ears drooped, its large mouth opened slightly, and the corners of its mouth were covered with healthy saliva - Leo was still the kind scuba mastiff, it had regained its old days, but it had not lost its new memory. It knew that the men standing in front of it were the best friends of its destined master.

However, those few squeals were a clear farewell, as if reminding Qi Lang that he had started a new round of protection tasks, and several of them had to continue to move forward for their mission.

The results are fantastic. Leo will live well and meaningfully here, and the soldiers who are just worried about it should be at ease this time, Leo will not die of hunger, if it did not suffer from hunger before Ou interfered with its life, then it will not be now. There may be some, but who knows, it may not be long before a warrior inexplicably breaks into this pool of illusions, raises the sword of victory in the air, and says to Leo in a rough voice: "Come with me, Relic of Gondwana, you are my destined companion." ”

The warrior was supposed to be a brown-skinned stout boy, with curly black hair, thick eyebrows that were always wrinkled with anger, two eyes that were round, large and shining, and most of all, he always liked to aim his fists at the noses of his enemies.

"What should we say to it? "Because we don't know when the next meeting will be, maybe after a while there will be a fight, and Leo will be here forever alone, and no one in the world will know that it exists." ”

"Damn, you're not going to say anything nice and touch the wood!" Old Harry scolded, "You must live well, otherwise how can you be worthy of our old fellows who pray for you every day!"

Gulf skillfully grabbed a bow and arrow gauntlet, turned and rushed to Leo's side, hugging its thick neck hard: "Wait here, Leo, I will come to see you." We'll all come to see you, and when little Jira is older, I'll be sure to bring him over myself, and I'll bring you a whole bunch of your favorite beef leg bones. ”

Leo licked Gulf's neck affectionately and squealed twice.

"Well, it's a pork leg bone, I wrote it down. Gulf retreated with tears in his eyes, "...... Wait, is that my hallucination? Why do I have pork leg bones in my head?"

"I hear you, Gurf. Qi Lang smiled faintly, "We can all understand him, which means that we have all become his fateful partners." (To be continued......)