In the blink of an eye, it is another month, from autumn to winter, and the weather is cold.

The flowers and plants have withered, and the outside of the bamboo house is full of falling leaves. The ground was smeared with a thin layer of ice, and birds and beasts hid one after another, and it was difficult to see them. Nature's gifts are becoming less and less.

Houshan School was originally a forbidden place. However, in the face of the survival instinct of hunger, fear and awe become fragile and small. Residents of Jianshui Town began to appear in the back mountains to feed.

As soon as they stepped into the back mountain, a long-lost smell of meat attracted the residents of Jianshui Town, driving them to keep stepping in front of the school.

There is bacon hanging in the school, and dried bamboo shoots are dried. There is even fresh fruit and vegetables in a white greenhouse. A number of chickens and ducks roamed around the shed. Everything is full of splendor and vitality.

However, no one actually entered the school. A breath of ice pierced through the bones and froze everyone in place.

In the courtyard of the school, Si Dao was stir-frying and cooking. He didn't seem to see the residents of Jianshui Town gathered outside the school at all. When the stir-fry was over, he got up and looked at the crowd outside the school, frowning slightly, without asking or concerning, without any charity or attention. On the contrary, there was a bottomless chill in his eyes.

No one doubted that he would kill anyone who dared to set foot inside the Academy.

Death and starvation, the two form a delicate balance.

Rao is like this, but there are more and more residents of Jianshui Town gathered outside the school. They looked at Si Dao with longing eyes. They hope that the priest can share the food in the school.

It's a pity that in everyone's expectations, Si Dao did not move at all.

"Si Dao, give them to them~"

A faint voice sounded, like a flame in the cold darkness, releasing warmth and light, like a light in hell, giving hope and freedom.

He Miaoluo walked out of the bamboo hut with crutches, supported by Fu Qianwen, trembling step by step, constantly taking deep breaths.

She looked very weak, her face was pale, there was not a trace of blood, there was not a trace of water, and she looked even more haggard than the residents of Jianshui Town, who had been hungry for many days. After she finished saying the six words just now, she closed her eyes and kept panting for breath before she could barely keep her body standing.

When Si Dao saw Miro, he hurried over and gently supported He Miro.

"Why do you want to come out? You should lie down, you shouldn't move. Si Dao's voice trembled, and he was so distressed that he was about to cry.

"I'm fine. He Muluo took Si Dao's hand, looked at Si Dao gently, and continued in a soft voice, "Give them food, okay?"

"We can't save everybody. Si Dao gritted his teeth and said.

After speaking, he looked at Fu Qianwen resentfully. If it weren't for Fu Qianwen, He Muluo wouldn't know about the crowd coming from the periphery of Zhuyuan.

Fu Qianwen lowered her head and did not look at Si Dao head-on.

Then, Si Dao looked at He Miluo again, shook his head helplessly, sighed, and finally nodded.

When He Muluo saw that Si Dao agreed, he smiled and touched Si Dao's head like a parent.

"Let's go back and rest first. Si Dao gently picked up He Muluo and walked into the bamboo house.

After a while, He Muluo walked out of the bamboo house, looked at the dense residents of Jianshui Town outside the bamboo garden, and said in a fixed voice: "Everyone can receive a piece of food, while supplies last." ”

......

At night, the crowd outside the bamboo garden has dispersed, and there is almost no food left in the bamboo garden.

In the bamboo house, He Miaoluo and Xia Yunhua were lying on the bed respectively, and they needed the care of Si Dao and Fu Qianwen to complete their daily life.

The change in heaven and earth has lasted for ten months, a full half a year. The spiritual power of heaven and earth was still in a frozen state, and there was no sign of recovery. However, the plundering of heaven and earth has not eased in the slightest. As Jiedan monks, He Muluo and Xia Yunhua endured more than a hundred times more terrifying than ordinary monks.

When the spiritual power is depleted, its vitality becomes the object of plunder. He Muluo and Xia Yunhua's lives were almost plundered, which is why they are so weak. Originally, He Muluo was only 100 years old, and his longevity would not be exhausted so quickly. It's just that many years ago, He Muluo once lost his life to renew his life for Si Dao. Therefore, compared with Xia Yunhua, He Muluo's longevity dried up earlier.

In Si Dao's heart, Homulo has always been a symbol of strength and pride, and he is the one who stands firmly behind him. But now, she can't even take care of herself. Every time he saw He Muluo's weak posture, Si Dao couldn't help but cry.

He lifted Homulo up and fed him dinner. He Muluo leaned on his shoulder, smiling as he ate every bite of the rice and fish soup he presented. Yes, she couldn't eat the hard rice anymore.

Every time he turned his head away and turned his back to Homulo, he would bite his lip so that he could try to support his emotions. He must not show any sadness, much less pity and sympathy. Then, with a forced smile, he fed her head-on.

It's getting harder and harder for him to speak now. Because, as soon as he opened his mouth, tears would surely flow out of his eyes like a tide. In the past few days, he would first finish crying in the bamboo house, and then wipe his eyes before daring to enter the bamboo house.

"Fortunately, I ate Zhuyan Dan early. Otherwise, if you become an old woman, you will definitely dislike me. He Milo joked.

It was meant to be a joke. Si Dao didn't find it funny at all. His tears flowed uncontrollably. He didn't want to cry, he didn't want his sad emotions to affect Hemulo. But he just couldn't help it.

Si Dao shook his head: "No...... No...... No, it won't. You are in my heart...... ...... heart"

Si Dao tried hard to speak, but he couldn't. One more word he said, and he could no longer control his emotions and tears.

"Fool ......" He Muluo chuckled, trying to lift himself up and kiss Si Dao's eyes. Si Dao's eyes were red and swollen, and anyone could see it. She was distressed.

She was the first to shed tears: "I don't want to leave you...... I'm not afraid of death. But I don't want to leave you. ”

Her voice was weak, and there was a rare fear in her tone, as if she had gone back to when she was nine years old. No, she was more scared than she was when she was nine years old. It had been a long time since she had experienced the feeling of being afraid, and she had never been as scared as she was now.

At this moment, Si Dao never collapsed again. He was like a child, howling and crying, his mouth open, releasing the emotions in his heart. He cried, "I won't...... I won't leave you, and I won't let you go...... I. ”

The two snuggled together, felt the warmth of each other's bodies, and embraced each other's world.

......

Grief is a very physically draining emotion. When He Muluo finished crying, he had already fallen asleep on Si Dao's shoulder.

Si Dao carefully placed Homilo on the bed, then took a sharp sword and opened the door. He walked out of the room, walked out of the bamboo garden, and met Fu Qianwen head-on. Fu Qianwen stayed outside the gate of Zhuyuan early, as if she was expecting Si Dao's actions. She, like Si Dao, was not affected by the changes in heaven and earth. She was almost unpreyed upon by heaven and earth, and was almost no different from a mortal except that she could not use spiritual power and magic.

"Why don't you take care of Xia Yunhua? Isn't he still recovering from his injuries?"

Before, Xia Yunhua rescued Nanrong Xue'er from being injured, and it has not healed yet, and the weakening of vitality also affects the recovery speed of the body.

"Senior Brother Xia has already laid down to rest. What about you, don't you eat something?" Fu Qianwen asked rhetorically.

"I don't need to eat, I'm running out of food right now, and winter is just beginning. Si Dao said coldly.

"They look like they've been hungry for days. Fu Qianwen said kindly.

The priest was noncommittal. He was reluctant to give food to the residents of Jianshui Town.

Fu Qianwen didn't care. She continued: "Actually, I was going to go down the mountain to see what was going on in Jianshui Town, why the famine was so serious, and why I didn't see Mayor Sima Nanyou? Between me and you, at least one person needs to stay here. Therefore, since you are going, you are going. ”

"You're not stopping me?" said Si Dao in surprise.

"In your heart, am I really just a maiden with a heart overflowing with the heart of the Virgin? I just want to kill as little as possible, and that doesn't mean I don't know what is right and wrong. Even if we don't have food, we can still live. But this is not the case with the residents of Jianshui Town. Fu Qianwen said.

"We can't save them for a lifetime. Besides, Mu Luo and Xia Yunhua need high-quality food. Si Dao retorted.

"Maybe you're right, but I can't turn a blind eye, and the same is true for Murlo and Senior Brother Xia. Fu Qianwen didn't want to argue anymore.

"Hmph~ Yes, because I am a demon, the most vicious demon in the world. ”

After speaking, Si Dao and Fu Qianwen passed by.

"I just hope you don't kill too much. If Mullo had known, he would not have been happy. ”

Si Dao was stunned and left two words: "I know." ”