The sunshine approaching noon was unusually warm. Soon, Zi Yang gradually disappeared from Yaorou's sight under the rays of light.
When his figure completely disappeared on the mountain road, a black shadow quietly appeared beside Yaorou, and this person was Yingluo who had been hiding in the dark.
Because of Yaorou, she couldn't show up to see Ziyang off, so she had to quietly follow them outside the town.
She looked at the gravel-strewn mountain road and asked casually: "Your relationship with him is unusual. Are you really his sister?"
Yaorou said with interest and said with a calm smile: "What's unusual? I'm nine years older than him. Isn't it normal to be his sister?"
Yingluo shook her head and said, "No, I always feel that the relationship between you two is not a simple one between brother and sister, especially since he cares about you so much that it completely goes beyond the relationship between brother and sister."
"Also, the way you look at him is wrong, it's like... it's like..."
She frowned and hesitated for a while, then Yaorou asked proactively: "Like what?"
Yingluo's expression changed, and she replied calmly: "It's nothing, maybe I'm thinking too much."
Seeing that she didn't want to talk about Yaorou, she didn't ask any more questions. She changed the subject and said, "Your status in the Western Continent should not be low, right? At least you are a top figure among the big forces."
Yingluo said calmly: "You have a good sense. The Western Continent is different from the Northern Continent. In a place like the Northern Continent, there should be a lot of people in the demigod realm, right?"
Yaorou said calmly: "It's not that exaggerated. But in any case, there are many times more people than the people in the demigod realm in the Western Continent."
Yingluo asked in a deep voice: "There are few people in the demigod realm in the Western Continent. You should know the reason for this, right?"
Yaorou turned around and walked towards the town. Yingluo walked beside her. As she walked, she said: "I heard that this is the reason of the Evil Sword God. If it weren't for him, the Western Continent wouldn't be like this. A situation of internal and external troubles.”
Yingluo smiled casually and said, "Luo Liangxie just took advantage of the loophole."
Hearing this, Yaorou looked at Yingluo beside her with doubtful eyes, and said in confusion: "Huh? Taking advantage of the loophole? What do you mean?"
Yingluo stared straight ahead and said calmly: "It's not that there are no strong people in the Western Continent, it's just that they don't want to take action. Otherwise, do you think that he can turn the Western Continent upside down with just one person and one sword?"
"Besides, when he fled back to the Northern Continent in embarrassment, why didn't other forces dare to take advantage of the situation to attack the Western Continent? Have you never thought about the reason?"
As soon as she said this, her beautiful eyes slowly widened, and she said in disbelief: "There are such strange people in the Western Continent? They chose to stand by while watching others kill their own compatriots!"
Yingluo said calmly: "Everyone's mood is different, and everyone has their own thoughts. This is not strange."
"Don't look at the current internal and external troubles in the Western Continent, but once someone solves this problem and integrates all the big and small forces, by then, do you still think that the overall strength of the Western Continent is weak?"
Yaorou lowered her eyebrows and was silent for a long time. In the past, she only knew that the Western Continent was in chaos and there was no real strong person. Little did she know that if someone stood up to merge all the forces, the horror would be unimaginable.
Of course, it was terrifying, but she knew that this kind of thing was basically impossible to achieve.
Because various forces are fighting with each other, private grievances and resentments are difficult to resolve. If you are not careful, not only will you not be able to integrate all the forces, but it will cause a civil war among the forces in the Western Continent.
Yingluo saw her thinking for a long time and said: "Of course, it is difficult to achieve the goal of integrating all the forces in the Western Continent. It is even impossible."
"It is precisely because he allowed Luo Liangxie to kill that he made the monks in the Western Continent understand that strength is everything. Therefore, so many forces have arisen in the Western Continent in just a few years."
"Everything has pros and cons, but I think this approach is right. Even if it costs thousands of lives, it awakens the fighting spirit of others."
"Only when you become stronger can you change everything. Relying on the strength of others is not a long-term solution after all."
Yaorou sighed: "The person you are talking about really has good intentions."
Yingluo smiled meaningfully and walked straight into the town without answering her.
"Did I say something wrong?" Yaorou saw that her expression was a bit wrong, and stood there frowning to herself.
Yingluo walked for a while and found that Yaorou hadn't followed. She turned around and urged, "Stop standing there stupidly and leave quickly."
She said oh and did not continue to ask. She took a few steps quickly and the two of them quickly disappeared into the deserted street.
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As night falls, the bright moonlight shines on the bright gravel road, and a dark shadow walks along the mountain road, and this person is Ziyang who left the small town.
He had a wine flask hanging on his waist, and he had climbed countless mountain peaks and crossed countless mountain streams before arriving here.
He held the wine bottle in his hand and looked at the two big characters on the stone tablet beside him, and whispered: "Fog Valley?"
After he finished speaking, he looked up and found that the mountain forest ahead was shrouded in thick fog, which looked extremely eerie and terrifying. Moreover, the mountain forest was surprisingly quiet, with no roars of monsters or birds chirping.
Zi Yang stood there for a moment, then turned his head and took a sip of wine. He then hung the wine bottle on his waist and said, "It doesn't matter whether it is the Valley of Fog or the Valley of Clouds. I will pass through this valley today!"
With that said, he set off and walked in. Soon, his figure was submerged in the thick fog.
If this were Zi Yang in the past, he might have bypassed this place and found another way.
But today he hurried here and didn't even see a small town along the way. Now he was hungry and had no choice but to take the risk.
When he walked into the forest, he found that the leaves in the mountain forest had not withered, but due to the thick fog and the lush branches and leaves, he could only see things within a few feet.
Zi Yang didn't know how long he wandered in the dark and silent woods, but he still couldn't get out. He couldn't even find the way he came.
He looked around and frowned: "It's broken! I seem to be lost. This place is so weird. Apart from the trees around it, I can't even find any living things."
Hiss!
Just as he lowered his head to think, the sound of animals came from the branches beside him. He followed the sound and saw a small thing with a long tail and a body like a mouse jumping up and down among the branches.
Because the light in the forest was very dark, he had no idea what was on the branches, but the hissing sound coming from its mouth and its actions seemed to be driving Zi Yang away.
"I've been walking for so long, and finally I saw a living creature." Overjoyed, he waved to the little thing on the branch and said, "Little squirrel, come here, come here, I won't hurt you."
He walked in the forest for a long time and only saw one squirrel. Obviously, Zi Yang felt that as long as he controlled it, he could leave here smoothly.
But the squirrel on the branch did not approach him, nor did it stop hissing, and it still wanted to drive Zi Yang away.
Zi Yang felt that it should understand his words, so he said: "What is your name? I'm lost and can't get out. Can you show me the way?"
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the squirrel jumped down from the branch, its bristly hair gradually drooped down, and it no longer hissed. It stood in front of Ziyang and stared at him for a while, then turned around and led him the way. .
Ziyang followed it and asked with interest: "Are there any other animals in this forest?"
The squirrel ignored him and walked forward on its own. When Ziyang saw that it didn't make a sound, he didn't ask any more questions.
Not long after, the squirrel climbed up a pine tree lightly. Just as Ziyang was about to speak, the squirrel threw several pine cones from the tree and rolled down beside Ziyang's feet.
Zi Yang knelt down, picked up the pine cones on the ground, and said hurriedly: "Hey, stop it. I don't eat these things, so you should lead the way for me."
The squirrel with white-brown hair jumped down from the pine tree, stood on its hind legs, and stretched out its front paws towards Ziyang, as if asking him for the pine cones in his hand.
He smiled, bent down and handed the hard pine cone in his hand to it. The squirrel took the pine cone, revealing its sharp incisors. With a clicking sound, it chewed the hard shell of the pine cone and took out the contents inside. The pine nuts were handed to Ziyang.
Ziyang smiled and took the pine cone. Looking at the two streaks of white hair outside the corners of its eyes, he couldn't help but stretched out his palm to touch its head, but the vigilant squirrel immediately turned around and ran away while holding the pine cone.
It stopped when it was more than ten steps away from Ziyang. Ziyang pointed at it and said, "Hey, what are you afraid of? I just want to touch your hair and don't want to hurt you. Come, come here. Let me touch it."
The squirrel threw the pine cones in its arms at Ziyang, and then quickly climbed up the treetops, and the dew on the branches and leaves was shaken off in large swaths.
After it jumped several times, it quickly disappeared on the branches. Soon, the surroundings returned to calm.
Zi Yang shouted helplessly: "Hey, come back! Come back!"
He shouted a few times, but there was still no sound around him. He threw away the pine cone in his hand and sighed: "It's so good, why do you have to think about touching other people's hair? Now, it's better, it's scared away." .”
The squirrel never came back after leaving. Ziyang walked around alone in the forest for an unknown amount of time before his consciousness began to become a little blurry.
He held his hand on a tree trunk and shook his head a few times, but it had no effect.
"No! I asked why there are no people in here. It turns out that the fog around here is poisonous."
He raised his hand and beat his head, his eyes gradually turned silver-white, and said sternly: "Please wake up!"
Zi Yang's forehead was covered with sweat. He staggered forward a few steps, and immediately fell to the ground with his limbs limp and weak.
He grabbed the soft earth with both hands and crawled forward step by step. His mouth trembled and he said: "I can't sleep, I can't sleep. This place is so weird. If I fall into a coma here, I will sleep forever."
"No, I can't..."
When his eyes were closed, he vaguely saw a black figure walking towards him, and he used all his strength to flicker the power of thunder and lightning in his palms for a few times before completely losing consciousness.
