Countless days and nights of wandering, countless days and nights of panic and fleeing, her eyes widened to see everything in the night, and her right hand clutched her father's shirt tightly.

The city named Fulan with the four seasons like spring is gone, and the taste of the stars holding the moon and thousands of favors has disappeared without a trace, as if hiding and running is the original way of life.

She was too young to miss the soft and gorgeous bed when she left, and she didn't miss the time when the ladies scrambled to hold her on her lap.

His father was about thirty years old, and his torn clothes revealed his strong and powerful body, which was still erect in the state of his master's will, and crossed the dark earth like the wind.

He held his breath and carried his daughter into the depths of the endless night, the trees and rivers receding rapidly.

There seemed to be a pair of invisible hands behind him, pushing him from Pingchuan into the deep valley, over the years, he had struggled, resisted, and now, the once sharp eyes revealed a kind of helplessness and exhaustion, he seemed to have given up fighting for everything that originally belonged to him.

Run.

Go to that village where there is no quarrel with the world, raise your daughter quietly, and don't ask about Dongyuan anymore.

-- That little village was the only paradise he could think of now, the farthest and most forgiving.

It's coming, it's coming.

It seems that you can see the lush bamboo forest. He looked up, and the bright stars were as beautiful as his wife's eyes in the deep black sky, blinking and guiding him warmly.

"Daddy, look!" cried out her daughter in sudden horror.

The father stopped and turned to look, and found that the village behind him, which he had just fled, had been engulfed in flames. The firelight reflected a large expanse of the sky. Vaguely, he seemed to hear the heart-rending cry and the sound of ** being cracked by fire, and there seemed to be hideous smiling faces in front of him, beating with the distant firelight.

How many times has this been?

Those men searched for thousands of miles, destroying every place he passed in order to find them. Those innocent and fragile lives have worked hard all their lives, old and weak, some have been industrious, simple, and hospitable, and some have even just come into this world and have not yet opened their eyes to see their parents...... This deep sin was not caused by him but was born of him, and the invisible hands seemed to have to thwart him, make him bow his head fiercely, and give up all that he had before he would give up.

What kind of power took away the woman he loved at that time, and made him change from a proud boy to what he is today, was he too compromised and forbearing, or did he become too fragile after losing Xingwei, so that he never dared to face resistance, and let him torture him wantonly, along with one ordinary life after another......

From the distant Dongyuan to Xize, the way of fleeing has been full of life and blood.

The big hand holding the girl's back gradually tightened, the father's nose fluttered, and the blue tendons on his thin and straight face flared up.

"Brute!"

"Daddy?" the girl felt her father's anger, her blue-purple pupils staring nervously at his face.

"Xiaoyu, go, hide behind that rock, wait for me!"

With that, he put the girl down and slapped her on the back, grabbing something from it and slowly lifting it above his head.

A dazzling blue light stretched out from the empty palm, suddenly expanding and contracting when it was about the length of a person, and the brilliance became a thin layer. Only then did it become apparent that the object in the blue light was a staff, and the blue circle of light at the head of the staff was staggered, surrounding a white bead. The bead was the size of a fist, and in the dark night, it was bright and dazzling, and the whole world seemed to light up.

My father flew up and leaped into the sea of fire.

Suddenly, the wind changed.