When the first minotaur was surrounded by him, Zhao Zheng still felt a little bored, but now that there were no noisy voices around him, he felt a little lonely and uncomfortable. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

During the day, in addition to the three meals a day he picks up, he cleans up the trees and vegetation in Fushougang, and the day passes quickly, but at night, it is extremely difficult.

The long night reminded him of his sad past, and in the face of the tombs of his master and brothers, an indescribable sense of sadness could not help but come to his heart, especially in the cold moonlight, this feeling was extremely serious.

Is that all? Is it always like this?

He lives alone in Fushougang, as if he will live here unchanged for a long time.

He sensed that this situation was not good, as if it was the case now, and it always will be the case.

When these thoughts came flooding back, he felt a chill run through his back.

The master and brothers have been buried in Fushougang for a long time, and they are alive now, will it be a kind of hard work?

Occasionally, the flame of hatred would burn in his heart, and in the endless night, he would ask himself if he was responsible for this disaster.

The answer was something he didn't dare to touch, because it would only make him miserable.

Shi Zhiru's words also rang in his heart from time to time, he bit his lip, held back his tears, and let Shi Zhiru's words whip his soul, leaving himself scarred.

The catastrophe did not leave a single scar on his body, but it left a huge scar in his heart that could never be healed.

If he still has the face to live hungryly, he will lick his wounds for the rest of his life.

What kind of pain is that? People who haven't experienced these things will never imagine it.

Sometimes, he also wants to crawl in front of the graves of his relatives and cry and pour out all his grief, but after a few grieves, he can't shed a single tear recently, and the sadness is contained in the body, so it is not uncomfortable.

This inextricable grief tormented him in every way in his body, making him feel an inexplicable discomfort.

What should I do?

Zhao Zheng was originally a heartless person, no matter how big the disaster happened to him before, he also forgot it in a blink of an eye, but this time, the sadness gnawed at him, so that he often woke up in the night of deep sleep, and his whole body was cold for no reason, and the darkness around him surrounded him, as if to swallow him, he dodged everywhere, but there was no way to retreat, he faced him, but the darkness faded silently.

He wasn't in pain.

He also wanted to find the enemy and take revenge as soon as possible, but now he had no clue.

There is also the matter of the Liuli Palace, although he entrusted me to inquire about the news, but the boy is not reliable at all, and he does not have much hope in him.

I can only rely on myself, but my ability is limited, and there is no change, and now I have no idea at all.

It's hard to imagine where to go.

And he promised the Minotaur to deliver the news for them, and he couldn't leave Fushougang like this.

Moreover, Shi Zhiru also left himself.

All his relatives, friends, and enemies have left him, and the heavens and the earth have become empty, as if he was the only one left in the world.

He also thought about going with his master and brothers, but the thought of surviving in the world often spread in his heart, so that he really couldn't make up his mind to abandon the world like this.

He looked up at the sky, between the clouds and white dogs, between the heavens and the earth suddenly clouds rose everywhere, gathered, as if a heavy rain was about to come, the mist spread, like a dragon and snake churning, but it was dense clouds and no rain, as if the heaven and earth also contained a huge sadness, if you want to vent it, but you can't vent it from time to time.

Zhao Zheng looked at the sky, but his mood suddenly improved slightly, as if the dark sky had relieved some of his grief.

On the other side of Fushougang, thousands of miles away, the sky is also cloudy, but the difference is that among the continuous mountains, in a dilapidated mountain temple, under a big tree, a child was frightened and cried by this sudden change in the sky.

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This child is Shou'er.

He stood under a large tree, still holding a rusty wood knife in his hand.

The firewood knife was rusty, and Shou'er trembled in his hand, as if he couldn't pick up the firewood knife easily with all his strength.

And the sudden change of the sky made him suddenly overwhelmed, and the dark clouds in the sky rolled in, like wild beasts, to devour the world.

Shou'er burst out crying in fright, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the wind. Gradually, his voice mingled between heaven and earth, and could no longer be heard.

He cried and shouted, "Daddy, Daddy, where are you, Shou'er is so scared, come and take Shou'er home." ”

There is no echo, only the roar of the wind and clouds between heaven and earth.

Gradually, he stopped hearing his own voice.

He was even more scared, this was the first time he had experienced this situation.

In the past, he was always protected by his relatives, so that he could not be frightened at all, but now, there is no one, and everything has to be borne by himself.

When he had no strength to cry, he sobbed slowly and slowly fell asleep.

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In the ancient temple, a broken clay pot crackled with firewood, and the small flame struggled to grow stronger, but when Fu Fu burned, it was suppressed by a piece of firewood thrown into the clay pot, and the flame never burned.

The fox bald clumsily grabbed the firewood and threw it into the clay pot, while carefully looking at Fu Dongliu, who was sitting on the side.

In the past few days, Fu Dongliu has obviously lost a lot of weight, his eyes have been staring at the undulating flames for a moment, without saying a word, he has been watching the flames intently for a long time.

Suddenly, Fu Dongliu asked, "Is this kid dead?"

The fox was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Shou'er who was lying on the side, and replied, "It's not dead yet, I think he's asleep." ”

The corners of Fu Dongliu's mouth moved slightly, and he said, "He can still sleep." ”

The fox snorted and said cautiously, "He's just a child." ”

Fu Dongliu sighed, didn't say anything, and after a while, smiled bitterly and said, "It's better to be a child, carefree." ”

The fox bald asked cautiously: "Master, I have never understood, why did you let this kid chop wood?"

Fu Dongliu's eyes were deep, and this sentence seemed to touch a certain forbidden area in his heart, but he didn't answer, and returned to the fox bald with indifference.