Time flies, and the wait is long.

But it's also short.

The prodigal son feather jumped to his feet and finally stood up, with a confident smile on his face.

stretched his waist, his face was still so white, and his face was like a crown of jade.

Xuan Ming was still standing quietly, holding the sword, standing quietly, he also had a sword, and he also used a sword, it was an ice sword, very big, boundless, but he was held in his arms safely.

didn't look at the prodigal son, and he didn't even look at the movement he made, although it was a miracle and could shock countless people.

For seven years, the prodigal son Yu sat for seven years, and Xuan Ming also stood for seven years, just two people, and not even a fly flew here.

Time is the best healing medicine, and the yellow earth left by the original struggle has been repaired, with grass growing, flowers blooming, and no trees.

In a piece of green, it is grass, there are colorful dots, it is a flower, it looks very vibrant, the only regret is that there are no dancing butterflies, and there is no buzz of busy collecting honey, something is missing.

There is also a river of blood lying in a piece of green, stretching for more than a hundred miles, even the blood can exude a terrifying momentum, like being able to eat people, as if it is more terrible than weak water, for seven years, there is silence within a radius of ten thousand miles, no matter day and night, even ants dare not stay, and those who are left behind are dead.

The blood of the prodigal son feather looked very heavy, and it forced a river on the earth, a river of blood, a river of blood that stretched for hundreds of miles, and the scarlet blood rolled in it, gushing out from the prodigal son feather's body and rushing away into the distance.

The miracle is that the blood river is only a hundred miles, and it will always be only a hundred miles, and it can't flow out of the place where the prodigal feather lay down, and the blood river is very small, less than the width of the prodigal feather's shoulders, and it is a small stream.

It's really just a small stream, although it is hundreds of miles long, although it can give people a turbulent feeling, it is more turbulent than the sea, and it is more rapid than the Yellow River, how can it not be scary.

The prodigal son feather stood up, and the hundred-mile blood stream became even more churning, rumbling, and the sound was heard millions of miles away, which was really earth-shattering.

Not only is it more turbulent, but it is also more terrifying, because it is reversed, and it flows backwards into the body of the prodigal son.

The five blood holes were still there, but they were not gushing out, as if a huge force had been born in vain to take back the outflow.

The huge waves were monstrous, and a small stream less than two feet wide could actually give birth to monstrous waves, flowing backwards into the body of the prodigal son, along the five blood holes.

In less than a quarter of an hour, in just a quarter of an hour, the prodigal son feather was already standing in the air, he did not move, but he volleyed, just because under his feet, it was not red, nor the original yellow earth, but empty, a deep hollow, bottomless, no bottom, black.

A black line that is a hundred miles long and two feet wide divides the entire green field into two pieces, and even the Xuan Ming can't see the bottom, it is very deep, and it is almost through the Netherworld, if the prodigal son feather flows more.

The blood that had been shed for seven years gushed out had disappeared in less than a quarter of an hour, and the prodigal son was greedy and did not let go of a drop.

The white clothes are fluttering, the whole body is white, even the corners of the clothes that mop the floor are also white, and the five holes are difficult to find, and they are personable.

"You really don't waste it. ”

Xuan Ming's words interrupted the prodigal son feather of Yushu in the wind, destroying a kind of beauty, it is a beautiful scenery, a picturesque beauty, there is a turbidity of the world's best son, independent in the wind, tilting his head slightly, looking at the sky obliquely, the corners of his mouth are upturned, he is smiling, he is disdainful and stubborn, more beautiful than a painting.

was interrupted, and fell into the mortal dust, the prodigal son feather took a step and stood on the ground, leaving behind a bottomless pit, and a bottomless abyss, if someone falls, it will not be far from the netherworld.

"It's so precious, no one will give it up, let alone me, a layman, I'm too anxious, if I can't finish it later, I'll stick out my tongue and lick it. ”

The unruly prodigal son feather is back, although he is still so lazy when he is stained with blood, but after all, there is something missing, and it is more scary.

"No one came, it seems that someone is more patient and wants to do it once and for all. ”

Xuan Ming's brows were a little furrowed, not obvious, the arrow in the string was the most terrifying, no one knew what would happen in the next moment, the power was unknown.

A bad habit, the prodigal son feather squatted down casually, picked a branch of grass, and bit it in his mouth, it was a dog's tail grass, and that tail was still floating in the wind.

Fortunately, Xuan Ming was still beside him, otherwise he would have picked one more flower, put it on his chest, and dressed up.

"You have cried, a tear was blown to my eyes by the wind, I really wonder what your crying expression is, is it still so expressionless. ”

"When my heart hurts, I cry. ”

It must be crying expressionlessly, crying while standing, crying with a sword, crying quietly in the wind, and the tears are flowing down drop by drop.

Anyone can cry, Xuan Ming is not different, there is no shame in crying, as long as it is needed, anyone can cry in the dark, the prodigal son has also cried, he will definitely not laugh at Xuan Ming.

I cried seven years ago, and it's hard for the prodigal son Yu to hold back until now, and the things that people have forgotten are hooked up, and they haven't communicated for seven years.

"Why are you crying, I thought that the death of the Phoenix Emperor had already made your tears run out. ”

Although he knows, the prodigal son Yu still has to ask again, the human race is very big, and the Gonggong City is very large, but there are very few people who can make Xuan Ming cry, maybe there is only one left.

"The fifth department of Bashan is already safe, it was safe seven years ago, they are busy rectifying, Xiang Yang can't leave for a while, in fact, he originally wanted to come over, let me stop it. ”

Xuan Ming answered the question, but brought good news.

"It's really good news, when Bashan City is being rebuilt, it can't be solved by a single effort, Xiang Yang is really not suitable to come at this time, he is a gentleman. ”

The prodigal son didn't ask how Xuan Ming got the news, the two have been here, although there is no communication, one sits, the other stands, they have never left, and no one has come, so only the art of heart transmission can be used between the closest people.

"For me, it wasn't good news, so I cried. ”

"Maybe you should be happy, sometimes death, is also a thing to be happy about, at least he found his home, found his roots, and gave his life for his home, Xiang Lao must be happy in his heart, happy death, no regrets, even very happy, how long have you not seen him laugh, he must have laughed at that time. ”

The prodigal son will not comfort people, he is smiling in the face of death, even if Xuan Ming is sad because of this, he also says it with a smile.

"I've never seen him smile, and even though he's been next to me since I was born, I don't know what he's like to laugh and never again. ”

Xuan Ming was a little depressed, and his face did not change in the slightest, but the prodigal son could see it.

Xiang Lao, Xiang Liu, for Xuan Ming, is also a servant and a father.

Xuan Ming lost his father since he was a child and became a lonely man, and only Xiang Liu has been accompanying him to grow up, the middle-aged man who wears the crown of nine snakes, the prodigal son Yu has seen once, in Zhurong City, at first glance, he is a loyal and honest person.

He could feel Xuan Ming's sadness, he should cry, he should cry loudly, Xuan Ming didn't do enough.

Because he would never be able to do this, when the Phoenix Emperor died, he also cried silently.

Holding back is uncomfortable, so he is cold.