Feng Qingtong wore a white shirt and walked alone among the mountains and forests. Between the gentle breeze and the lush scenery, it seems that all worries will be forgotten. He forgot the loneliness of being alone with the remnant soul of the red candle for twenty-one years, with no one to talk to, forgetting the ups and downs after going down the mountain, and the contradictions and struggles that were hidden deeply, and it seemed that he had forgotten some things before going up the mountain.

He walked aimlessly, like a ghost wandering in the world, without troubles or thoughts.

But perhaps, there is one of them, not forgotten.

The young man in white stopped, and finally he couldn't go any further. Behind the lush mountains and forests is a sea of burning fire.

Feng Qingtong's feet are obviously still a peaceful pure land, but the land in front of him can be called purgatory. The endless flames burned, and the sky was filled with smoke that could not be dispersed for a long time. All kinds of ruined weapons were randomly inserted on the entire battlefield, showing others how tragic this battle was. On the desolate battlefield where the sunset was like blood and there was no trace of wind, most of the flags that had been burned were drooping, and the black smoke from the burning corpses on the ground smoked the bright red flags into black little by little.

The corpses are dense, lifeless, and everything is silent. In the flames of war, everything will be washed away by this torrent, leaving no trace.

Feng Qingtong stood dumbfounded, looking blankly from this side to that side on that clearly defined line. Above his head, there seemed to be a lot of pressure, which made him lower his head a little. He looked at his clean boots, thinking about the ease he had forgotten all about now, and his heart suddenly tingled.

Suddenly looking up, in a sea of fire, a boy dressed in black appeared, and he staggered step by step. His clothes were tattered and covered with dirt. The skin inside can be seen in several apparently burned locations, also black-purple. Some of these wounds were successfully scabbed with unsightly blood scabs, while others were even more severely frozen in the cold winter, swollen high, and white pus flowed from them.

The child's face was purple and his lips were chapped, and there was only one place that could be said to be similar to the young man in the other world, who was dressed like a human immortal.

The same godless eyes.

It was a pair of lifeless eyes, like two moving mirrors, just mechanically reflecting everything into it to form a mirror flame, remnants, black smoke, corpses...... No matter what is formed inside, the child just walks, and his expression is dull and there will be no change.

The boy finally looked at the young man. He didn't seem to see the birds and flowers here, the mountains and forests behind the young man, only the one standing. One big and one small, just look at each other.

The child's expression with a withered face finally changed a little, there was no surprise or surprise, and his dark eyes only revealed a little doubt. The child staggered closer to Feng Qingtong, who stood on that boundary like that. The young man did not have the courage to take a step into the desolate battlefield, or even to turn around and flee.

The distance between the two slowly shortened, and the child finally stood in front of Feng Qingtong, looking up at his fair face.

Feng Qingtong wanted to bend down and pick up the miserable child, but he couldn't make any moves.

There seemed to be a looming black shadow around the boy in black, he looked up at the young man, and greeted timidly:

"Hello. ”

The young man was a little caught off guard, but he finally squatted down, pursed his lips for a long time, and whispered with guilt:

"Hello. ”

The child tilted his head:

"You know

Who am I? You're not afraid of me?"

Feng Qingtong shook his head:

"I'm not afraid of you. ”

There was some silence between the two, Feng Qingtong looked down at his toes, and no longer looked at the child. The child simply sat down, one of them with the soft brown earth under his feet, and the other sitting cross-legged on the fire-red wasteland. There is a dividing line in the middle that cannot be crossed.

"Are you strong?" the child looked at the young man crouching beside him, and coldly threw out an irrelevant question. He couldn't see the young man's expression, the young man was just silent and didn't speak.

The child lowers his head and grabs the ground with his hands. The wasteland had long since been hardened, as if the ground had been baked dry and cracked because of the heat of the war, and it was no longer as hard as for the child's frostbite-ridden hands. The upturned clay was like a sharp blade, mercilessly slashing the little hand into blood. The boy lowered his head, and no one could see his expression, but his hand was still holding on, trying to clench his fist on the ground.

Little by little, the clods of earth were scraped up by the child's fingernails, and the price the child paid for this was that all the nails on his five fingers were cracked, and blood oozed to stain the five paw prints red.

The child's voice trembled a little:

"My father will die, my mother will die, my sister will die. Whoever loves me, who hates me, will die. Everything here will be engulfed in flames and burned without leaving a trace......"

The child's chest was filled with hatred and anger, his hands clenched into fists, not caring about broken nails, let alone blood on his hands. He raised his head and looked at Feng Qingtong:

"One day, I will become very strong and kill all the people who destroyed me!

Black flames rose violently around the child's body, like a young demon god:

"The world is already unfair to me, why do you want to live up to the world?!"

In the flame package, the child stood up, stretched out a hand towards Feng Qingtong, his fingertips reached Feng Qingtong's forehead, and roared with hatred:

"Why do I live like you?!Feng Qingtong, who are you?!"

How could a young man not know himself? The child in front of him was what he looked like when he was rescued by the Master.

Feng Qingtong, do you really know yourself? The young self asked one after another, who is Feng Qingtong who is now with tears on his face? A dream in the mountains for twenty-one years, is it just to cover his true heart with his current hypocritical self?

The young man in white stood up and wiped away his tears.

The flame-clad child lifted his feet off the ground and slowly rose, making eye contact with the young man.

The black boy stretched out his hand, and his fingers stopped on the other side of the line:

"You've forgotten everything?"

Those dusty memories, at the first glance of the two themselves, all awakened in the minds of young people. The young man likewise stretched out a hand:

"I remember it now. ”

Feng Qingtong's eyes were firm, and more and more anger surged up on his body, and he slowly stretched out his hand to the child's little hand:

"I'm sorry," the scene behind the young man was slowly blurring, as if it was also being ignited little by little, turning into another mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the young man's hands were no longer trembling at all: "I'll pick you up." ”

I will accept everything and pick up my own destiny as a demon star. But this world that is afraid of me, if you can't kill me, you will obediently bear the wrath of the demon god!

At the moment when the two hands were about to clasp together, a voice was like a sharp needle

, stabbed Feng Qingtong's heart violently, causing all movements to stop.

"Well, I'm leaving......"

Feng Qingtong couldn't hear all the other sounds. All he heard was goodbye to the woman he was willing to protect with his life.

Above the boundary, a bright light shone through. The child on the edge of the line glanced up, letting the light melt him into the land. The strong light also shone on Feng Qingtong's body, not making him disappear, but making his spirit clearer.

"I can't turn into a monster yet...... I've become a monster, and there's no way to protect Youwei. ”

"I'm going to kill her when I become a monster......"

Feng Qingtong raised his hands and stared at the white hands, but he seemed to see the blood dripping on them. He remembered everything that had happened that day on the western hills

"I ...... I killed Simon Yin?"

All of a sudden, the heavens and the earth were shining, and Feng Qingtong's hand appeared with the divine will of the falling clouds. The hearts of the people and the sword are connected, and this vast realm of mind is cut open with a sword!

Feng Qingtong, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes suddenly, and in front of him was the familiar roof of the wooden house, and the smell of grass and trees in the mountains poured into his nose, and he felt very real when he was really awake.

Feng Qingtong sat up, his chest was bandaged, and he still felt a tingling sensation, which was a penetrating wound from the long sword.

The sword that stabbed himself with a sword fell to the clouds hanging beside the bed, and at the moment he stayed quietly in the scabbard, still snow-white. On the bed where he was lying, there was a blood-colored formation drawing, which was the Pure Heart Formation on the magic weapon blood book.

At the door of the house, the firewood set up was boiling hot water, the hot water gurgling, and the rising white mist drifted into the house, making the temperature in the house, which was already much warmer than the outside, even higher under the formation. Farther away, a strip of white cloth was dried, which was supposed to be white gauze from the wound.

"Youwei didn't leave?!"

Feng Qing Tong Qiang stood up, ignored the stinging pain of the wound, and rushed to the door.

A tall figure came up and collided with Feng Qingtong. The person who came helped Feng Qingtong, who was about to fall, and a familiar voice sounded:

"Are you awake?!"

Feng Qingtong froze in place, and his eyes immediately moistened.

Standing in front of him was Simon Yin, who didn't know how old he was. The middle-aged man's back is a little hunched, his temples are gray, and his face even crawls with wrinkles, and he no longer has the charm of a star and a half before, and has become a veritable ordinary old man.

The most conspicuous is the middle-aged man's right arm, where only an empty cuff is placed, and the entire arm has been cut off from the shoulder.

Feng Qingtong's hands trembled, and he gently picked up the empty sleeve, and the tears that had been rolling in his eyes for a long time finally couldn't be controlled at all, and slipped down:

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... I ......"

Feng Qingtong couldn't find any reason to shirk, he covered his face in the sleeve and sobbed until he couldn't speak.

Ximen Yin raised his only arm and patted the young man's head gently:

"It's okay, isn't it not dead yet?"

"This, this is your sword hand......" Feng Qingtong couldn't accept this reality, let alone accept that he was the culprit of all this.

Ximen Yin still saw it very openly:

"It's harmless, it's just a few years of life, and the realm is still there. A left-handed sword is not a swordsman?"

"Compared to this......" Simon Yin took out a letter from his bosom:

"Miss Youwei is gone. ”