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There are people who are still alive, but they are already dead, and they are even more painful and desperate than dead. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The prince Chen Lujie on the snow cliff that day was such a person, and when the idiot took him from the death line, he slashed at the strong Snow Country father.

Snowpiercer's father didn't expect the young man he rescued to sneak up on him, and when the hunting knife struck, he only had time to turn sideways. Fortunately, the young Central Plains man was so seriously injured, tired and weak to the extreme, even it was very difficult to pick up the hunting knife, how could he have the slightest strength, plus the Snow Countryman's skin was as hard as iron, and the blade only cut an extremely shallow white cut on the Snow Countryman's shoulder.

With a crisp snap, the twelve-year-old Snow Country boy knocked the Central Plains young man to the ground with a calm face, and then scolded loudly, but the Snow Country boy's voice was childish and bright, and the Central Plains pronunciation was more blunt than his father's, and the scolding was as crisp as an icicle breaking, but he couldn't hear too much filth.

The young man from the Central Plains didn't listen to the little boy from the Snow Country scolding at all, he fell to the ground, coughing violently and painfully, looking at his trembling hands, his eyes dim like candles that could be extinguished at any moment.

There was a dead silence in the tent, and the young man looked at the hunting knife on the ground without saying a word, and after a long time, he didn't know what he remembered about the past, and a faint light returned to his eyes.

He sat up straight with difficulty on the ground, looked at the Snow Country father and son opposite, let the solemnity and sacredness of his past habits return to his cheeks, and said solemnly: "It turns out that sneak attacks are not much fun. ”

It was a very inexplicable sentence, but he said it very seriously and seriously, and his tone was still as calm and gentle as it had been for more than ten years, with an innate pride and condescending contempt and indifference.

However, he is no longer the prince of the Western Jin Dynasty, not the military soul of the Divine Army, but a wanderer who describes himself as withered and filthy, so this kind of expression appears on his face is extremely incongruous, and can even be said to be a little ridiculous.

The Snowpiercer father and son thought him was ridiculous, but instead of laughing, the Snowpiercer boy picked up the hunting knife on the ground and walked over to him, intending to cut off his head like the head of a beast in the snowy mountains.

Watching the shadow of the hunting knife slash in front of his eyes, the young man who had fallen into the wasteland with a noble status finally felt the shadow of death, just as he felt the arrow on the snowy cliff.

In fact, he was no stranger to this feeling, he spent the first half of his life in front of the stake, and saw countless prisoners in the dark prison when they were dying, but at that time he never associated this emotion with himself.

The young man from the Central Plains is not afraid of death, at least he thinks he is not afraid of death, but he really doesn't want to die at the hands of a little boy from the Snow Country, this kind of death is too absurd and too unworthy of his identity.

He didn't die because the Snowpiercer father stopped his son.

The father of the Snow Country looked at his son and shook his head, and educated: "Since we Snow Country people have saved people, there is no reason to kill people again, not to mention that this young man in the Central Plains has obviously broken his brain, and it is not lucky to kill a madman." ”

The little boy from Snowpiercer asked, "What then? ”

The Snow Country's father explained: "Since he wants to kill us, then naturally we can't raise him anymore, throw him out, let him fend for himself, and let the Hades decide his life and death, which is the fairest." ”

The tent was extremely cold, the snow wind was howling, and the young man was seriously wounded, and he was already dying, and without the warmth of the tent and the fire, he was afraid that he would die in a few moments.

The Snowpiercer father and son knew this, but the Snowpiercer, even if they were sympathetic, would not be so stupid as to overflow, and the father carried the young man out of his tent like a chicken and threw him far into a snowdrift.

That young man is naturally Prince Chen Lujie.

On the snow cliff deep in the mountain range, when he was at the critical juncture of breaking the fate realm, he was shot through the chest and abdomen by Xu Chen's sword, in addition to making him almost die on the spot, the arrow was more serious and directly destroyed all his cultivation realm and confidence.

Xu Chen's jade sword is definitely not an ordinary foreign object or inner demon, and the impact on Prince Chen Lujie is not as simple as the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi backlash, just because of that arrow, he will never be able to practice again in his life, in other words, he has changed from a cultivation powerhouse who may enter the realm of knowing fate the fastest, to an absolute waste wood.

There are people who are still alive, but they are already dead, and they are even more painful and desperate than dead.

Prince Chen Lujie on the snow cliff that day was such a person, when the idiot forced him from the death line to look at the distant wasteland in the north that seemed to have no end, sighed softly, and then sat down.

He didn't know how many days he had walked, how many miles he had walked, and he still hadn't walked into death, nor had he gone to the dark north, he felt a little regretful, and quietly looked up at the sky, watching the twilight in the sky gradually replace the night.

He had sat all night in the cold moor, until the morning came, and the first rays of the sun shone on the monotonous snowy field, shining on his slightly squinted eyes, which were unusually smooth because there were no eyelashes.

"After all, it's dawn. He looked at the first light in the east, and muttered in a hoarse voice, "How nice would it be if the day never dawned again, why am I so afraid to see the light now?"

The sound of horses' hooves came from the south.

Prince Chen Lujie looked at Dongfang stupidly, and didn't pay attention to the voice behind him.

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and there was still a long distance away, Chen Yanqiu jumped off the back of the big snow horse, rushed behind him, and then slowly squatted down, and stretched out his arms to wrap around his body from behind.

The snowhorse shook twice, almost fell on the snowfield, and ran for more than a thousand miles day and night, no matter how miraculous it was, it was at its weakest.

Chen Yanqiu gently hugged him, face to face, not daring to force but refusing to let go, as if he was afraid that if he let go, the beloved man would disappear again and walk towards the darkness.

These days, Prince Chen Lujie's face finally showed a smile, he looked at the faint morning light in the east, gently sniffed the breath coming from his face, and said in a dumb voice: "Don't you think you're holding a corpse?"

Chen Yanqiu lowered her head and said with a smile: "If you are willing to look back at me, you will know that I am also ugly now." ”

After listening to the sad news, she did not hesitate to change into a plain shirt, rode a white horse into the wasteland, galloped thousands of miles day and night, her face was covered with wind, frost and dust, not haggard, compared with the flower and delicate face in the past, it can indeed be said to be ugly.

Prince Chen Lujie didn't look back at her face, his eyes moved from the faint morning light in the east to the deep night in the north, smelling the slightly sour taste coming from the end of his nose, and his heart was also slightly sour. He knew that his fiancée loved cleanliness the most, and he actually smelled of sweat in such a cold winter day, and he could imagine how she had come all the way.

Because of the soreness in his heart and the exhaustion of his body, he suddenly got a little tired, looked down at the ugly wound on his chest, and said indifferently: "I once had a dream. ”

Chen Yanqiu didn't know what he was going to say, just hugged him gently, touching his thin and dusty face.

"I had one of the deepest dreams in which I was faced with the most difficult choice of my life, but I didn't have much time to think about it, and I reached out and grabbed the sword at my waist. ”

Prince Chen Lujie looked at the hand wrapped around her chest, and said in a slightly sandy voice: "Then I pulled out the sword and stabbed you in the chest, even though you looked at me so sadly, I still didn't look back." ”

A gust of morning breeze hit, no snow and cold, Chen Yanqiu's body stiffened slightly, but the hand holding him tighter, because she heard some emotions that made her feel frightened from his indifferent voice.

"In fact I was in pain, but I don't regret it because I firmly believe it was the right choice. ”

Prince Chen Lujie raised his hand with difficulty, pointed to the black hole-like wound on his chest and abdomen, and said: "I have spent many years in that strange dream, and then my chest was also pierced by a wooden sword, just like I stabbed you in the early years of the dream, I did not die, a flower grew on my chest, a flower cast of gold, that golden flower is so beautiful, it can even be said to be perfect, reflecting the glory of the heavens, and it is extremely solemn. ”

"The golden flower on my chest is the compensation for me to give up everything to serve God, I am holding the Dao sword, and the golden flower on my chest is walking on the bright road, but what makes me feel sad, regret and even angry is that I paid so much in my dream but still couldn't get to the end, why is this?"

Prince Chen Lujie's eyes reflected the brighter and brighter morning light in the east, faintly like ghost fire, without the slightest emotion that human beings should have, only endless despair and incomprehension of the heavens.

"Why is this happening? Is absolute light absolute darkness? But what I see and feel in my Dao heart is light! Why did God give me such a severe trial? Did he think that my Dao heart was not firm enough? Why did I endure so many setbacks when I was so perfect since I was a child?"

The luster in his eyes gradually faded, dim as the night when the morning light first saw in the north, and after a moment of silence, he smiled a little nervously, raised his right hand with difficulty to cover the poor wound hole that leaked like the lips of a dying old man, and said: " It wasn't until Xu Chen's arrow pierced through the chest and abdomen on the top of the snow cliff, and there was no gold-cast flower blooming outside the cave entrance, only a miserable and desperate blood flower, that I knew that there was no perfect existence in this world at all, and all the pride and glory in the past was just to make a footnote to the final destruction, just like the more gorgeous the Taoist temple building carved on the peach mountain, the more sentimental and moving it would be when it overturned. ”

Chen Yanqiu hugged his arms and trembled slightly, she couldn't understand what Chen Lujie was talking about, obviously those words were clear, but the meaning contained in them was so small and illogical, and even so detailed that she couldn't understand it, she could only feel, feel the despair and self-abandonment in it.

Prince Chen Lujie said slowly and lonely: "I know that you really pity me, but I am not qualified to accept your pity now and in the future, so don't pity me, just talk to me." ”

He slowly pulled Chen Yanqiu's hands around his neck away, and said: "Don't worry that I will commit suicide, although I do have no nostalgia for this world and have despaired, but I will not seek death, because God seems to think that the punishment and torture I have suffered is not enough, and he does not want me to die." ”

Prince Chen Lujie, who was seriously injured, had no strength at all. But when his fingers touched the back of Chen Yanqiu's hand, Chen Yanqiu let go without any resistance.

Chen Yanqiu knelt beside him, looking at his side face that was no longer handsome, and even looked extremely cold and ugly, there were no tears in his eyes, no sadness, only love and pity from the deepest part of his heart.