In the dream, Ziyang was walking alone in an invisible abyss. Not a single ray of light shone in, and everything around him was in chaos.
Every once in a while, there would always be a bleak cold wind blowing through the chaos, like a sharp knife cutting across his face, causing Zi Yang, whose eyes were dull, to wake up briefly.
After feeling the pain, he stopped. Before he could reach out and touch it, blood beads slid down his cheek and merged into the chaos at his feet.
After absorbing Zi Yang's blood, the energy of chaos that was originally only at his feet suddenly surged, flooding to his ankles, and became increasingly dense.
Zi Yang stood there and looked up at the sky, blinking slightly in confusion, then picked up his steps again, and continued to move forward like a lonely ghost.
The increase in the energy of chaos did not attract his attention at all, and the silent crisis was approaching him step by step until chaos swallowed him up.
Wu Zhengzhen
"How's it going? Is Zi Yang awake?" As soon as Hua Yao walked out of the room, Feng Lan immediately stood up and asked with a smile.
Hua Yao looked tired and said, "Go in and see for yourself."
After hearing this, Feng Lan frowned slightly and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He raised his feet with difficulty and walked in with a heavy expression.
When he was about to enter, he accidentally tripped over the threshold and almost fell to the ground.
Feng Lan slowly raised her eyes and looked at Zi Yang, who was lying on the bed with weak breathing and pale face, and her hanging heart was half relieved.
When he sat on the edge of the bed, holding Ziyang's cracked and stiff little hand, he looked panicked and said, "What's going on? Why is Ziyang's hand not warm? What on earth is going on?"
Hua Yao sighed softly: "He lost too much blood, his limbs have long lost consciousness, and now he only has one breath left. At this moment, it is extremely difficult for him to open his eyes."
Feng Lan was silent. He knew that he had been busy for nearly a day and night and had tried his best. However, he was still unwilling to give up and held the cold palm tightly with both hands.
The mist in the sky blocks the moonlight, it's midnight!
Ziyang, who was lying flat on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. Feng Lan was overjoyed. He was about to speak, but when he saw those indifferent silver-white pupils, he suddenly felt uneasy.
Zi Yang suddenly sat up, turned his head mechanically, and glanced at Feng Lan coldly. He turned his clenched palms, and Feng Lan felt a pain in his chest. He vomited blood and was knocked away, and fell to the ground. .
Then, he opened the quilt covering himself, stood up and walked out the door.
Hua Yao opened her arms to block the door and dissuaded her: "You are seriously injured now and you can't go out and walk anymore."
Feng Lan covered her chest with her hands, blood dripping from her mouth, and reminded loudly: "Be careful! He is not Ziyang!"
Hua Yao's delicate body trembled slightly and she stopped at the door with no intention of retreating.
Zizzi!
There was a faint flash of lightning in Ziyang's palm. He suddenly raised his arm wrapped with lightning and slapped Hua Yao's pale face at an extremely fast speed.
Feng Lan put her arms on the ground and was about to stand up to stop him, but due to lack of strength, she fell to the ground again.
"Ah!" Hua Yao closed her eyes tightly and did not retract her open arms. She could only express her inner fear by exclaiming.
"Zi Yang! You can't kill her!" Feng Lan shouted hoarsely.
Zizzi!
The palm in front of Huayao didn't come over for a long time. She quietly opened her eyes, looked at the electric light ball so close in her palm, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Zi Yang retracted his arm, pushed her arm away unceremoniously, and walked out of the door.
Not long after, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck his Heavenly Spirit Cap hard. As the thunder fell, the mist that blocked the moonlight began to gradually dissipate.
Hua Yao covered her mouth with both hands and stared at Zi Yang, who was on his back with his feet in the air, blood surging around his body like spring water, and was shocked.
The source of this scar has finally been found.
tread! tread! tread!
After Hua Yao stopped Zi Yang's bleeding again, she walked upstairs with heavy steps. With her current medical skills, it was impossible to save him. She could only ask Wu Yuanxiao, maybe there was a chance of survival.
Bang bang!
She came to the door, raised her hand and knocked on the door twice.
"Come in." Wu Yuanxiao's voice came from the room.
Before Hua Yao spoke, Wu Yuanxiao put down the book in his hand, leaned back on the wooden chair, spread his hands and said helplessly: "There is only one way to save him, and I can't do it."
Hua Yao turned around in despair and was about to leave.
Wu Yuanxiao picked up the already cold tea on the table and said again: "Just because I can't do anything, doesn't mean you can't do anything either. As the saying goes, one thing brings down another."
"Whether he can survive or not depends on your thoughts. If you want him to live, he will definitely survive. If you want him to die, just let go."
Wu Yuanxiao poured out the cold tea and filled himself a cup of hot tea. Hua Yao looked at him, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and her little face full of confusion.
"Don't you understand yet?" Wu Yuanxiao asked.
Hua Yao smiled awkwardly and shook her head slowly.
"I want to drink tea, but the tea in this cup is cold. What should I do?"
"Pour it out."
"What happens after that?"
"Fill up another glass."
"Isn't that right? You're so stupid!" Wu Yuanxiao waved to her with the back of his hand, signaling her to leave quickly.
After Hua Yao left, he was no longer in the mood to continue reading. He rubbed his forehead with his palms and said, "Why did we rescue such a stupid girl from the Western Continent in the first place?"
"This is too stupid."
foot of the mountain
Jia Juesheng stood outside the fence gate, holding half a piece of steamed bun in his hand, looking eagerly at the slippery path, but he didn't see anyone coming.
He analyzed carefully: "This is wrong. Logically speaking, I should have come back a long time ago. There can't be anything wrong."
"The snow has just melted right now and the ground is extremely slippery. I can't go down the mountain in my current state. But this is the only half of the buns left at home. I can't drink tea every day."
Jia Juesheng reluctantly ate half of the steamed bun in his hand. As soon as he turned around, he turned back to look at the path, always looking forward to a surprise.
He did this action over and over again, I don't know how many times. Finally, he finally went back to his room to rest in despair.
somewhere in a bamboo forest
Lin Xiaojie knelt in front of two wordless tombstones, holding a green bead the size of half a fist in his hand, closing his eyes and slowly raising his decadent face to the sky.
The warm and soft sunshine bathed his face, reminding him of some past events from his childhood, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.
"You have the origin of wood at such a young age. You are quite lucky." A voice that sounded like a smile but not a smile sounded, breaking the tranquility around them.
A tall and thin man wearing a black hooded cloak turned his back to him. The dead leaves scattered on the ground moved with the wind, and the breeze slowly blew the corner of the man's cloak.
Lin Xiaojie's face changed slightly, "This person can appear in front of me silently without me noticing at all. His own realm must be far beyond mine."
"Senior is also here to seize the origin of the wood in my hand?" Lin Xiaojie asked tentatively.
"Hahaha! The origin of wood? Not interested." The tall and thin man's cloak swayed slightly with laughter, and then he said something eye-popping.
You must know that the origin of wood is as famous as the Divine Mansion. Having it is equivalent to owning the Wood Divine Mansion. It is too late for the world to grab it, but the person in front of you can actually say that you are not interested.
Lin Xiaojie stared at the tall and thin man's back, with the man's laughter echoing in his ears. He suddenly thought of a person in his mind, a person who he admired but was afraid to meet.
Lin Xiaojie said thoughtfully: "Listening to the laughter of seniors reminds me of a person."
The tall and thin man said with great interest: "Oh? Who is it?"
"A bohemian and unrestrained man, a man of great beauty to thousands of girls, who is also the most handsome man in the Northern Continent, have you ever heard of him?" Lin Xiaojie said with a smile.
Because very few people know this sentence. Unless they have been to the most dangerous places outside the four continents, they will never know who this person is.
The tall and thin man coughed twice and asked, "Have you been to the ancient island?"
Lin Xiaojie was shocked and hurriedly replied: "To be honest, my mother was seriously ill back then, and I followed the top experts from the Northern Continent to visit the ancient island. By chance, I got the origin of this tree."
The tall and thin man stroked a strand of long hair on his temples and suddenly realized: "I understand! You are the kid who can gather rocks to form a mountain and possess two divine palaces."
Lin Xiaojie collapsed to the ground, and the wood source in his hand fell out of his hand and rolled down behind the tall and thin man. He was so excited that his mouth opened wide and he said in a trembling voice: "Senior...Senior, it's true!"
"I am the most beautiful man in the Northern Continent as you said." The tall and thin man slowly turned around, revealing his unruly and handsome face.
Lin Xiaojie quickly adjusted his emotions and kept his mouth shut. He knew that the man had a habit of not liking to see the eyes of an obsessed person with his mouth wide open and stars shining in his eyes.
He looked at the long hair hanging from the temples to the collarbone, with a smooth face, as white as jade, dressed in plain white clothes, and a white jade belt around his waist. Compared with the rich and noble young master, he was no more than a folding fan.
Seeing Lin Xiaojie's surprised expression, the tall and thin man pretended to be unhappy and said, "Since you know my identity, you should know my character. I'm a little unhappy right now."
Lin Xiaojie immediately stood up, picked up the Origin of Wood on the yellowed bamboo leaves, handed it to the tall and thin man with both hands, and said respectfully: "I went to the ancient island back then to use this Origin of Wood to save my mother. Now that my mother has voluntarily passed away, it is in my hands." It is already useless, please accept it, senior."
The tall and thin man said calmly: "I have said it before, I am not here for the origin of wood."
Lin Xiaojie knelt down on one knee, raised the source of the wood above his head with both hands, and said sincerely: "If it were not for the protection of my seniors during my trip to the ancient island, I would have been buried in the ancient island long ago."
"My mother can use the source of wood to forcefully extend her life. This depends on the grace of the ancient path of my predecessors. Without my predecessors to resist the powerful enemies of the ancient island, how could I get it. If you can accept this source of wood, I will feel better."
Under Lin Xiaojie's strong pleading, the tall and thin man had no choice but to take the source of wood in his palm, and then the two of them disappeared into the lush bamboo forest.
