The black light was still deeply rooted despite the power of the Divine Yuan and the magic power, and there were even faint signs of regression, and it had spread to all the bones in Fengyun's body. The power of Shen Yuan and its spontaneous struggle continued to oppress Fengyun's spinal nerves, and under the entanglement of the two, the magic power was even more difficult to start, and he still had no clue how to resolve this stalemate.

Perhaps because of the injury, the total amount of magic power generated spontaneously is increasing rapidly, and Fengyun can't tell if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Because at this time, the increase in the total amount of strength will put a greater burden on his injuries.

For a long time, he had been thinking about what Fu Xi said when he recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, why did Fu Xi say not to trust anyone, including himself, and why did he say these things to himself?

After thinking about it for the past few days, Fengyun has roughly made some judgments.

He said not to believe him, so as to prove that there is a lie in what he said earlier, and as to what is true and what is false, everything depends on his own judgment.

But why did he have to tell some lies to make himself guess, instead of telling himself directly? According to Fengyun's guess, it was because he was inconvenient to tell the truth.

After thinking about this, Fengyun had a general idea, so it seems that it was not only him and Fu Xi who were talking at that time, there was also a third person, and that person was the reason why Fu Xi did not dare to tell the truth.

That person's identity is about to come out, it should be that Di Jun is no different.

In this case, can it be inferred that the authenticity of the things related to Di Jun in Fu Xi's mouth is doubtful?

Emperor Jun...... Di Jun, Fengyun found that since he came to this world, this name has been around him, as if everything is being monitored by this Di Jun, this feeling is exactly what he dislikes the most.

From this point of view, maybe his paralysis is inseparable from Dijun. However, with Di Jun's strength, why would he spend so much effort to design himself? He had a faint feeling that the legendary Di Jun seemed to be a little afraid of him, so he never dared to show up to meet him. This also explains why, after he killed the Protoss, there was no trouble from other Protoss for a long time. But could he have guessed accurately? He couldn't even believe himself.

"Brother Yun, are you asleep?"

The fat aunt's voice came, Fengyun opened his eyes, smiled and said, "The fat aunt is here." ”

Xiao Ying flew to the root of the tree at some point to sit on the ground and watch the ants move, and the fat aunt came over with a pot of broth, and there were a few green onions floating on it, smelling fragrant. She has learned a lot of cooking tips from Fengyun these days, and before that, she never knew that this kind of herb dug by Li Shi needles to cook sweating medicine could also be used in dishes.

"Sweaty?"

The fat aunt put down the clay pot, took off the linen cloth on the back of the wheelchair to help Fengyun wipe the sweat from her forehead, and said babblingly: "Li Qing, how can you let you sit here alone?" Li Bian is also a conscienceless, you still teach him to burn pottery, and follow his father's ......."

Fengyun explained with a smile: "I asked them to go back, and I'm tired these days, so I'll let them go back and rest for half a day." ”

"What are they tired of? and they don't need to resist stones like before, just pee and mud, and carry soil with the small car you taught them to make, what kind of tiredness, you just have a good heart, you don't need to take care of them......" The fat aunt is a person who can say, every day when she wakes up in addition to eating and drinking water, she is talking, and her mouth is not idle.

Fengyun hurriedly changed the topic and said, "You burned the broth today? ”

"That's!" The fat aunt came to the end, took out the clay pot, took out the special dishes and chopsticks of Fengyun from the grass shed, rinsed them with water, and then brought out a bowl of broth, handed it to Fengyun's mouth and said with a smile: "Come and taste it, I brushed the pot twice before cooking!"

Fengyun laughed, he still remembered that in the first two days when the fat aunt came, there was black mud in his fingernails, and he was also upset, every time he came over with food, he shirked and said that he was not hungry, he didn't eat a bite, and he relied on a few star fruits pinched by Xiaoying for him every day. The fat aunt still didn't understand, thinking that it was the reason why she didn't make it delicious. Later, when Fengyun began to teach Li Bian carpentry, he told the fat aunt, and she suddenly realized.

But she didn't get angry, but cleaned herself up the next day, and even the pots and pans were scalded with boiling water in front of Fengyun a few times, which made Fengyun a little embarrassed, but finally had clean food to eat.

"Don't say it, I go to the river to take a bath every day these days, and now it's uncomfortable not to wash for a day. The fat aunt said with a smile.

Fengyun lowered his head and took a sip of broth, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Pigeon soup?"

"Wow! This is really tricky! You have tasted it?" The fat aunt smiled and picked up a pigeon leg with chopsticks and handed it to Fengyun's mouth and said: "This is called Baifeng, don't call those old men of the Yi tribe who are used to attracting birds, the birds in front of them are almost finished being caught by them, I exchanged two handfuls of rice for two, and it has been stewed since noon, is it delicious?"

The meat of the wild pigeon born from grass seeds is firm, and after simmering for half an afternoon, it has been soft and rotten, and the meat has been deboned with a sip of the tongue, but it has not turned into slag and firewood, and the meat has a trace of tendon. And the thin pigeon bones have also been stewed, swallow the meat, chew the bones and smack the juice in them, Fengyun nodded and smiled: "It's delicious, have you drunk the little fruit?"

Xiaoguozi is the child of the fat aunt, and when she heard Fengyun ask, she said happily: "After drinking, I left all my arms to her, and you still think about her." ”

The pigeon soup with only green onions and fine salt was delicious, and Fengyun ate three bowls of soup and dried meat by himself, which was the fullest he had eaten in these days. There was still a small half pot of soup and a few thin bones with no meat left in the basin, all of which were eaten carefully by the fat aunt.

"You haven't eaten yet?" Fengyun asked, "Why don't you say it?"

"I've eaten it, but I'm afraid of wasting it......" The fat aunt wiped her mouth, stood up with the basin and said with a smile: "I'll go and brush the basin, you sit for a while!"

The grass hut is about a mile away from the city, and Fengyun deliberately chose to avoid the residential area, so the sound of the city is basically not heard here.

Xiao Ying sat on the ground and dozed off little by little, Fengyun sat in a wheelchair, looking back at the sun that was almost at the top of the back mountain, enjoying this rare calm.

There can be no quiet time in the wild, and the vibrant nature has the rhythm of its breathing. A few fat-headed birds flew into the woods, leaving behind a few cooing sounds, the wind blew the leaves with a string of rattling sounds, and the westerly sun shone dappled and unblinding from among the leaves...... Under such a beautiful scenery, Fengyun can only feel hollow.

"Xiaoying?"

Fengyun snorted softly, Xiao Ying raised her head in a daze, rubbed her eyes, flew over slowly, threw herself into his arms, raised her head and squinted her eyes to reveal a big smile. It's just that as soon as she grinned, her eyes were sleepily closed again, and as soon as her head was heavy, she fell asleep on Fengyun's chest.

Listening to her fine breathing, Fengyun couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, maybe it was because he thought of himself, he felt a little sorry for Xiaoying. She could have had a freer and happier life, but he brought her back. Originally, he wanted to control those tiger striped butterflies through Xiaoying, but after thinking about it these days, he found that this reason was actually very ridiculous.

Possession for the sake of possession is not called possession, at best it is possession, and he just forcibly let himself into Xiaoying's life.

After returning to the city, there were no creatures like her around, and in this strange environment, her only reliance was Fengyun. Therefore, she is very attached to Fengyun, except for sleeping all day long, she is around him, in fact, she sleeps all day because she really has nothing else to do!

Lonely? Fengyun's eyes were a little trance-like, in fact, he himself was lonely, right? It's not so much that Xiaoying is very dependent on him, in fact, he relies on Xiaoying more, right? Rely on this feeling of being relied on? He couldn't say clearly.

A person can be lonely because of many things, but Fengyun himself is lonely because he doesn't know why he is lonely, perhaps, if he understands why he is lonely, he can find himself again, right?

Lowered his head and rubbed Xiaoying's head with the tip of his nose, Fengyun closed his eyes, he was so tired, he was going to sleep for a while. These days, he teaches Li Qing Li Bian skills during the day, and tries his best to untie the dead knot of entangled power in his body at night, in comparison, the former can clearly see Li Qing Li Bian's progress, while the latter can't see the direction at all, which is actually more exhausting.

The darkness around him was deep and pure, but Fengyun was not panicked, he had experienced it several times, although he would not remember that he had a dream at all when he woke up, but every time he entered this dream, he would still have a vague memory, and he would be inexplicably familiar with this place.

Step by step, he stepped on the void, but it was like stepping on solid ground, the direction he was facing, there was a subtle light, in the endless darkness around him, that was the only source of light, and Fengyun knew that the place he was going was there.

Step by step, there seemed to be a gap between the light and him for hundreds of millions of years, but he was very sure in his heart that he would definitely be able to walk through.

I don't know how long it has been, 100 million years, or a minute, and the light is already close in front of me, almost reaching out and touching it. In front of him was a pitch-black door that melted into the void. There was no pattern, the door was smooth, as if it were a spatial fault, and the pitch-black color was exactly the same as the black light that wound around his bones. The light he had seen earlier was shining through the keyhole in the middle of the door.

Do you need a key? But where is the key?

Fengyun lowered his head, only to find that he had been holding an equally dark key in his hand.

Aiming at the keyhole, Fengyun pushed the key into the keyhole, the size was very matched, and it was tightly matched, maybe they were originally a whole.

The key was pushed in, the light disappeared, and not a single light particle no longer leaked out, as if in an instant, or hundreds of millions of years, the door opened silently, and the pure white light inside instantly submerged the figure of Fengyun.