The green mountains and green waters, a piece of peace, the noon sun is gently scattered on the earth, and the sixth continent, which is like spring all year round, has ushered in a new day.

Two elven girls who had just finished washing their clothes by the river saw a dirty figure staggering across the river.

With a swaying step, there was no trace of light in Meng Xiang's eyes, like a walking corpse.

On his body, the clothes that were originally shiny and shiny are now as dirty and shriveled as pickles, full of holes.

His face was covered with mud, and his hair was disheveled, and he was unsightly.

With the departure of the two elven girls, only Meng Xiang was left alone in the green grassland.

"I lost..."

The past is like a cloud.

Three days have passed since the battle with the demon avatar.

On that day, Meng Xiang was sent away by Ah Chou with all his might, and in the end, he landed two thousand kilometers away, that is, in the basin of one mile behind Meng Xiang.

Meng Xiang broke his spine.

Originally, this kind of physical injury only took a few seconds to heal.

But in the battle with the demon incarnation, Meng Xiang not only suffered damage to the original god, but the words and reality of the demon incarnation subverted Meng Xiang's cognition and made Meng Xiang fall into deep self-denial.

This completely shattered the Dao Heart.

The Dao Heart is the root of immortals.

Meng Xiang's perception of everything was defeated because of the battle that day, and the concept seemed to have become worthless.

No.

It's as if you've become worthless.

Yueyue, who was killed, was dying, and even Ugly and Rabbit Jingjing couldn't save it, but in the end, it was Ugly who saved his life.

I... It's not supposed to be alive.

This kind of self-denial even includes self-cultivation.

Meng Xiang's cultivation and recovery from his injuries led to a dilemma, and the fracture of his spine, which could have been recovered in a few seconds, took two full days.

The cultivation that could have been restored in half a day has not shown any signs of recovery so far.

Obviously, as long as he regains his Dao heart, Meng Xiang will be able to recover in an instant, but...

Regain the heart of the Dao... Hehe.

My perception of everything was shattered.

Everything I guarded was destroyed because of me.

I... What kind of immeasurable immortal emperor is it?

At this moment, Meng Xiang fell to the bottom, so weak that he couldn't even open his storage space.

Grunt...

The immortality was taken away, and walking on the road, hunger made Meng Xiang dizzy.

Starve to death, forget it... Hehe... Forget it when you're dead.

Like a zombie, Meng Xiang walked aimlessly.

To be alive is perhaps the greatest pain.

The gentle sunlight is dazzling at the moment.

Thirsty and hungry, and without the True Yuan Body, Meng Xiang quickly looked at each other and fell heavily to the ground.

In the confusion, a second before he fell unconscious, the noon sun in front of the desperate Meng Xiang was covered by a figure.

"Really, do you want me to carry you back? ”

Before he could hear such a complaint, Meng Xiang fell into a coma.

...

Meng Xiang had a dream.

I dreamed that on the green grassland, on the hillside not far away, Ling Yueyue, who was pregnant for August, was smiling at herself.

I dreamed that Ah Chou fulfilled his dream and was satisfied when he commanded the heroes.

I dreamed that the fairy world was peaceful, and everyone was kind to others.

I dreamed that everyone in the world was equal, and there would be no more strife and cruelty.

Why, can I only see this in dreams? Is my philosophy really wrong?

...

"Hmm..."

The scarred body suffered from pain in no less than twenty places during the light exercise.

As the dream dissipated, the dark vision broke an ellipse.

When he opened his eyes, Meng Xiang saw a dilapidated wooden roof.

The body was warm, and when I looked down, I was covered with an old-fashioned cotton quilt.

The shabby clothes were replaced with a neat white coat at some point.

The small room is filled with a refreshing fragrance.

Looks like someone is cooking?

Who saved me?

Covering his sore head, Meng Xiang sat up with difficulty.

"Yo, you're awake, come get something to eat. ”

A kind and unfamiliar man's voice appeared at the right time.

The curtain was lifted, and a young man who looked to be in his twenties, dressed in modern and neat clothes, walked in.

He walked over with a large plate and a smile on his face.

"Are you hungry?"

The man brought the plate to the bed.

On top, there is a bowl of barbecued pork rice.

"You are..."

"Let's have a bite to eat. Without giving Meng Xiang a chance to ask, the man said unhurriedly.

Looking at this big bowl of rice, Meng Xiang was a little confused.

The poached eggs fried on one side do not have any burnt edges, but they are solidified just right, and the yolk reflects the attractive golden color.

The barbecued pork has obviously been marinated overnight, and even the center is pickled red, and the skin is fried crisp and lovely.

Fresh rice is plump but not hard and gives off an attractive sweet flavor.

Even the blanched vegetables, because of the strong heat skills, there is no trace of softness.

No matter from which point of view, just by looking at it, you can understand how amazing this man's cooking skills are.

Who is he, and why should he save me?

Meng Xiang glanced blankly at the mysterious man in front of him.

The man's expression did not change, but there was a natural smell of intimacy, which made people inadvertently can't help but let go of all their defenses.

Grunt...

The sound of hunger was particularly harsh in the quiet room.

"Eat. The man smiled lightly and handed over a pair of chopsticks.

"Thanks... Thank you..."

Somewhat rusty, Meng Xiang lifted the barbecued pork rice.

Morsel...

Delicious!

The delicious taste ignited every taste bud like a nuclear bomb explosion!

It's delicious!

From a slightly hesitant action to a crazy rake.

Just one bite, it may be really hungry, but it is more likely that it is really delicious, Meng Xiang felt that the whole person had fallen.

What is this? Why is there such a delicious barbecued pork rice in the world?

It's delicious, it's delicious!

There are so many delicacies in the fairy world, and they are like dog shit in front of this ordinary bowl of barbecued pork rice at the moment.

Meng Xiang felt that he might be like a wild dog competing for food, right?

I raked the rice like crazy and swallowed it almost without chewing.

Several times Meng Xiang was almost choked, and the man would considerately hand over a glass of water.

Within a minute, the big bowl of barbecued pork rice was swept away, and Meng Xiang couldn't even help licking the bowl before giving up.

"Uhh

Lying down against the wall, I couldn't help but burp a few times.

Glancing up at the man, Meng Xiang said softly with some embarrassment, "Thank you." ”

The man didn't answer, just smiled lightly and went into the kitchen with the dishes and chopsticks.

Soon, the sound of washing dishes came from the kitchen.

Once again, the room was quiet.

Savoring this wonderful taste, my body seemed to be satisfied, and even the wounds on my body didn't seem to hurt so much.

But... The physical trauma may be better, but the mental trauma is...

In the peaceful room, Meng Xiang looked at the empty surroundings.

The cheers of the Akuna Xiu when he was promoted are gone.

Jingjing adores her praise, gone.

Even Ling Yueyue's nagging... It's also becoming so nostalgic.

A layer of mist seemed to rise in front of his eyes, blurring his vision.

It's me, it's me who hurt them... If I could have understood earlier, if I could have been like an ordinary cultivator and not rely on talent, if...

If I weren't so self-righteous...

It's all my fault.

It was as if a mountain had been pressed against his chest, and it became so difficult to breathe.

Meng Xiang was uncontrollable, pulling his hair madly.

Why is this happening...

I wanted to cry, but when I opened my mouth, I couldn't make a sound because of the choking in my throat, only the tears that were dripping wet the sheets.

"It's very sad, then cry out, the man doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place, believe me, I understand your feelings, because I've also experienced it. ”

The man was already standing in the doorway.

The eyes seem to say four words: empathy!

"You... Who is it? Why did you save me?" Meng Xiang wiped his moist eyes and tried to adjust his image.

"Oh, I forgot I didn't introduce myself yet, sorry..."

The man chuckled, pulled out the bamboo chair next to him, sat on his hips, and said a little sloppily...

"Hello, my name is Mingtian. ”

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