Although Ling'er also knows that this guy is delirious, this is also the only hope at the moment.

But he just looked at the unconscious Lu Chengfeng and smirked, and couldn't say a word.

At this scene, Ling'er sat on the ground in despair, and an unprecedented grief suddenly surged in her heart, even worse than before.

She lifted Lu Chengfeng up from the ground, watching the only relative in the world dying and she couldn't do anything, but tears slid down her face like beads with broken threads.

When I looked down, I saw Lu Chengfeng's mouth open slightly and developed a faint voice, as if he was saying something. But his voice was so small that he couldn't hear it even when he was close to him. Ling'er wiped her tears and brought her ear to his mouth.

After listening to it several times, Ling'er heard his words clearly: "Obsession...... Take me ...... Take me home!"

"Home, Brother Lonely...... Where's your home?"

"Liujiacun...... Flower ...... on the other side"

As soon as Lu Chengfeng's voice fell, he had already fainted.

Ling'er struggled to help him up from the ground, and said to the obsession, "Obsession, hurry, go to Liujia Village ......"

When the two were about to leave, they turned around and saw the crazy white-haired boy, Ling'er felt compassion and simply took him away from this place.

The journey back to Liujia Village was long, all the way to the starry night, after several days and nights of trekking, the three of them finally arrived in Liutai Town.

Although the seemingly ordinary town of Liutai is still full of pedestrians, it looks very lively. But at this time, at the foot of Shu Mountain, cultivators from various sects had gathered, which could be described as an undercurrent.

The Longkong Gate and the various sects have divided their troops into three ways to prepare to go to Shushan, and they have only one purpose, that is, to let the Shushan faction hand over Lu Chengfeng.

And Liujia Village is still as quiet as ever.

The people in the village live an ordinary life day after day, and although they still can't escape the fate of being slaughtered, they can barely survive in the end.

After some inquiry, Ling'er finally came to the place where the flowers on the other side were grown.

Time flies, and the laurel tree in front of the door is still quietly open, still fragrant. The dilapidated houses of the past are now barren and desolate, and they are in a depression.

Smelling the familiar fragrance, Lu Chengfeng's eyelids moved, and it seemed that it took a lot of strength to slowly open his eyes.

Seeing that the former hometown was full of plants and trees, things had long been wrong, and Lu Chengfeng, who was dying, couldn't help but feel sad.

Especially when I saw the familiar flowers on the other side, the feeling in my heart was even more indescribable. With Ling'er's support, Lu Chengfeng slowly sat down against the laurel tree.

The flowers are red like blood, through this familiar everything, Lu Chengfeng remembered the scene of meeting Shangguan Xing that day, and for a while he felt as if he was in a different world.

Lu Chengfeng stared blankly at the flowers clustered in front of him.

At sunset, among the flowers, some people are jumping, some people are laughing......

"You wait for me, we're about to meet......"

It was the first time for Ling'er to hear Lu Chengfeng call out a person's name so affectionately, presumably the weight of this woman in his heart was needless to say.

Curious, he was about to ask something, Lu Chengfeng said coldly, "This place is too dangerous, it is not suitable to stay for a long time, you and obsession leave quickly, never come back, and don't say you know me!"

Ling'er hurriedly said, "You were the one who saved me at the beginning, and now there are no relatives in this world except you, where do you let me go......?"

Lu Chengfeng didn't care about Ling'er crying, and immediately shook his head weakly and said, "What so much nonsense, let you go......"

In an illusion, Lu Chengfeng felt that he seemed to be much more energetic, and even had some energy to speak. But a moment later, when all the discomfort hit again, he had to close his eyes and gasp for air.

Ling'er hurriedly stepped forward to check his pulse, and suddenly felt that his pulse was weak, and his breath gradually dissipated, obviously on the verge of dying, and he could die at any time. She collapsed to the ground in an instant, her face as dead as ashes.

Thinking that the only relative in this world was about to disappear from now on, Ling'er couldn't help but hug Lu Chengfeng and cry, all the despair and sadness came out of her eyes with tears.

After a long time, Lu Chengfeng's hand finally hung down weakly.

However, its consciousness did not dissipate, and it seemed to enter another world in a trance.

The darkness in front of him began to dissipate, but only the thunder of war drums could be heard in his ears, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

What was presented in front of him was actually a real battlefield, although he himself could not get close, but this scene was familiar, as if it had been experienced a long time ago, and it seemed very real.

Under the sunset, the swords and guns are dazzling, and the flags cover the sun.

A general in silver armor was standing on top of a mountain of corpses with a Xuanyuan sword in his hand. Blood stained his robes, and the skeletal mask on his face had long since been dyed red, making it look particularly dazzling in the light of the setting sun.

Tens of thousands of enemy troops were now surrounded by sharp blades, and now they were outnumbered.

The kind of courage that sees death as home, Lu Chengfeng only felt his blood boiling, as if he was the general who was under siege, and the tragedy of the hero's end was self-evident.

In the first year of antiquity, the war raged, the Chen State was captured by the enemy, and even the only young master was robbed by the enemy. When the country was ruined, General Long Teng, the general of the country, raised his arms and gathered more than 50,000 remnants of the army to welcome the young lord back to China.

At that time, Chen Guoji was tired and weak, and in addition to the weakness and incompetence of the country's lord, there were almost few people in the country who could fight well. General Long Teng swore in blood that he would repel the enemy army no matter what, welcome back the young master, and be ashamed.

In just half a year, General Long Teng trained his soldiers into an invincible army. Every time they fought with the enemy, they fought with their lives, until the enemy was terrified and fled.

Because General Long Teng has a delicate face, he is only afraid that he will lose his murderous spirit on the battlefield, so he has always shown people with a mask. After many years of fighting, few people know its true face, and most of them can only judge by the Xuanyuan Sword in their hands.

After three years of fighting, General Long Teng led his men to battalion step by step, and soon reached the hinterland of the enemy.

Going deep alone is tantamount to sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth. However, none of his subordinates were greedy for life and afraid of death, just to protect their families and defend the country, and they were ashamed.

Along the way, General Long Teng became more and more courageous, and soon approached the enemy's capital.

At this time, the Chen Guoren, who had been ravaged by the enemy, saw the prospect of recovering the country, and came to vote one after another. For a time, the heroes rose together, and the dragon banner was waved in the wind.

At the same time when General Long Teng decided to break the enemy, one of his generals was secretly communicating with the enemy, so far the news leaked, and when General Long Teng led the soldiers to kill, the enemy army had already been prepared.

In this battle, General Long Teng was defeated, and almost all of his more than 50,000 soldiers were wiped out, but only more than 5,000 people broke through and left.

At the same time, the enemy's 300,000-strong army had surrounded the remnants of General Long Teng's men like iron buckets.

General Long Teng knew that he could not escape with his wings, and he took the lead and wanted to lead his soldiers to break through the siege. After three days and nights of hard fighting, General Long Teng still fought bloodily with dozens of knife wounds on his body.

His subordinates persuaded bitterly, "General go quickly, after I wait for the break, you are the only hope of the Chen State, and you must not ignore the safety of the country because of the momentary anger!"

General Long Teng shouted, "The eldest husband protects his family and defends the country, and since he is a horse leather shroud, I will not retreat!"

After saying that, the horse entered the enemy camp again.

(End of chapter)