The wind and snow stopped, and the sky and the earth were covered with white, dazzling white, as if the world was covered with white mourning, a little tragic, silently tributed.

Chu Feng was like a dead person, lying under the snow and ice. Although the cold air was biting, it was not as cold as the one in his heart. He only felt that the ice was silent and life had lost its meaning.

He is no different from a dead corpse. He doesn't want to move, think, and revives his mind. He just wants to lie quietly on the cold frozen soil and doesn't want to wake up.

Living is a kind of pain for him, with endless injuries. He cannot accept the deaths of his old friends, nor can he think of the scenes of his wife and children dying violently. Those like swords and swords, every time they fall, a large piece of blood splashes in his heart, hurting his heart and his soul.

Death may be very simple. All pain can end, there will be no more sadness, and you will no longer go crazy with pain. However, in the deepest part of your heart, his own weakest and vague voice echoes again. I... can't die, and I haven't taken revenge yet!

It was not until one day that the thunder was shocking that Chu Feng turned his mind from the numb world, and the ice and snow melted. He lay on the muddy and lacking vitality, and was awakened by the sound of spring thunder.

But soon, the blood-like red in front of him was again, and a long howl, like a wild beast going crazy, like a crazy prisoner hitting the prison. He disheveled his hair, knelt on the ground on one knee, gasping for breath.

Every day and night, it all came to my heart. The tragic scene that suffocated him again appeared, making him crazy and making him roar. Then, he staggered and ran on the ground.

Anyone who sees this will think that this is a completely crazy person. Without energy, all he has only pain and a beast-like roar, his eyes are scattered and blood-colored.

Until night came, Chu Feng didn't know how many miles he had gone, and then he fell on the desolate ground with a bang. His chest pain rose and fell violently, and his eyes were slightly redundant, and he woke up a lot from his madness.

He looked down at his hands, and his remaining blood was still dry. He looked at the tattered battle suit on his body, and the faint red that woke up in his eyes. It was the blood splashed out after the parent-child body collapsed, and it was also the last trace left by the child.

Chu Feng was heartbroken and going crazy again. He hugged his hands in front of his chest, protecting the remaining blood from his broken battle suit, and looked up at the sky with endless despair in his eyes.

"There's only these..." Chu Feng looked at the remaining blood on his body, as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world, afraid that it would disappear in the blink of an eye and would never see it again.

He had no tears to fall, but he was sobbing, the pain of his heart tearing, and the memories were like countless immortal swords stabbed in his heart. The more he didn't want to recall, the clearer everything that day was. The dense swords, guns, swords and halberds fell, making his heart full of holes and blood splashed.

The scene of that day was like a heavy blood-colored mountain pressing down, making him almost crushed to pieces, and the pain was so painful that he was about to suffocate.

The night wind was not small, and Chu Feng's hair was grayish white, dim and without any luster. He was in a daze when he saw the long hair raised on his chest.

He used to laugh and scold him, and his blood had just entered the world and traveled brilliantly. He was also full of energy and suppressed all the enemies among his generation with his own hands.

To this day, there is endless decadence, sourness, pain, confidence and strength, all fade away, leaving only silence and gloom.

He raised his head blankly, powerless, depressed, and desperate. Even if he came back to his senses, he no longer lay on the ground like a corpse, but he also felt that his former self had died, how many past events could be repeated, how many laughs could be reproduced, and he was no longer the young man who had entered the world and was brilliant in the world. He was not old and had gray hair. Although his whole face was still as young as a young man, he was pale and without a trace of blood.

"I have also been so ambitious that I have been trying to kill all the strange enemies, but now, nothing is left!"

He lost all his relatives, friends, and those brilliant heroes, and they were gone, all died in battle, leaving him alone.

Chu Feng, who used to be young, cared nothing, always had a smile that was as dazzling as the morning glow. Now he was gone, his temperament changed drastically, no longer the past. He was asking himself, am I dead? The world is vast and there is no nostalgia anymore. He was completely dark, and his heart is no longer glory, and only dimness is left.

Until a long time later, Chu Feng trembled and left all the blood in his hands on his broken battle suit, carefully, as if he was holding his own parent-child, gently putting it into the stone jar, treasured in an unbreakable space, and treasured in the memory full of pain.

The moon is very big, and the ground is shining brightly. The bright moon shines through the brilliance of the world in the past. Chu Feng looked dazed, as if he had seen all living beings, saw the world of the world, and saw one hazy old friend after another, laughing at him in the distance and waved at him.

However, when he walked forward and looked hard, nothing was seen. Under the full moon, the world was filled with ruins, and the endless desolation. The lonely wolf howled, as if crying. Tombs were everywhere, and bones could be seen everywhere on the roadside. How could it be desolate and desolate?

Chu Feng was shaking forward, the entire era was buried, the world was vast, was he the only one left?

The bright moon shines in the sky, but this world can never go back to the past. The moon is still the same moon, reflecting the glorious world forever, the world is brilliant and eternal, but the bright moon is still the same, but the world is all the past, with broken walls and ruins, the heroes and the ageless beauty all turned into dust.

He was a little awake and no longer went crazy, but he couldn't help but want to cry, unable to hide the soreness and pain in his heart. He wanted to cry, but he could only let out a hoarse roar.

The bright moon shines on ancient and modern times, and the moonlight is hazy, but not soft at all. It is like a cold gauze, with a biting coldness that cannot cover up the eternal sadness.

How many heroes have become the past, how many brilliant things are buried under the ruins, the sky of history and the glorious scrolls are all burned into ashes, looking at the world, leaving only him alone, accompanying the ruins.

Chu Feng walked alone, the road ahead was dark, and he could not find a fellow traveler. He felt endless melancholy, desolation, and loneliness that he had never experienced before. He felt the eternal desolation.

Many days passed, and Chu Feng didn't know where he was, and he went crazy and was confused. He could never get out of the dim area in his heart and could not see the light.

He told himself that he should live and become stronger and not be decadent forever, but he could not control himself. He immersed himself in the past for a long time, thinking about those people, thinking about the past, what can he do alone now and what can he change?

In the final battle, everyone was dead. What ability did he have to change this world?

He will not forget that all the scenes of the death of the quasi-immortal emperor, even Huang, Ye, the empress, etc., were killed in battle. There will be no emperor in the world from now on. Can he fight against the general trend alone?

Even if you become an immortal emperor and step over alone, you will be crushed into powder.

Who are the dead? They are the ceilings of historical periods, the protagonists of great times, and the most brilliant talents of their respective eras, but they all died in the final battle.

Chu Feng leaned his back against a rock, feeling pain in his heart but weak.

Those people, those figures reflected in the sky, are a gathering of brilliant heroes in history, all gathered together, and all heroes came out, but they still did not defeat the strangeness. In the end, the emperor fell to his death and died in battle. The heroes' wishes were not fulfilled, and their blood was cold and their chests were blocked.

"The emperor fell into the world and the sages were buried under the ruins!" Chu Feng staggered, walking alone in the dark night, without a goal or direction, only him, hoarse words echoed under the night sky.

He couldn't see the way forward clearly, so many people were dead. He had the will of Heaven and had even more revenge, but in the end he was confused and powerless. How did he defeat the entire plateau alone? Four ancestors, three immortal emperors, countless strange creatures, and the combat power at the top of the pyramid in the misfortune land can continue to be resurrected...

Chu Feng walked for several months, walking through the broken mountains and rivers and the dilapidated ruins. I don’t know which world this is, and it is thousands of miles away from people.

He was awake, sometimes confused, decadent, but he was alive, walking aimlessly, often crazy, and became a veritable madman Chu. If his old friends saw it, he would not help but cry for him. The demon Chu Feng, who once dared to provoke anyone, was actually crazy, so sad that he was so sad.

When he woke up, he ran on the ground regardless of everything. When he was tired, he fell to the ground, motionless, looking up at the sun, moon, and stars, sleepless and silent.

He told himself in his heart that he would clear the darkness in his heart and stop being decadent anymore. He would eventually face the bloody reality. Even if he was defeated in the future, he should cheer up. He would be buried in the world, and he was the only one left. If he didn't get up for revenge, who could stand up?

He went crazy, running, sleepless, and lying on the sky, just to heal the endless wounds in his heart. He wanted to use time to heal the wounds and let the heart full of holes heal.

He said to himself, dormant, adjust, adapt, I will eventually stand out, face the land of misfortune, and face the terrifying plateau!

Stumbling and stopping, Chu Feng was slowly healing his heartache. No one could communicate, and he could not see the world of the world in the past. Only the remaining beasts can be seen occasionally.

Chu Feng's days of going crazy have fewer days, but he is becoming more and more silent. He has walked on this dilapidated land for nearly two years.

Until one day, he discovered the traces of people, saw the villages on the ruins, and the rebuilt city. The humans in this world were not dead after all.

In addition, he also saw other races one after another. Although the land was broken, many ethnic groups survived, but there were only a few people.

Chu Feng walked through the habitats of all ethnic groups. Many areas of the world were affected by the land of thousands of miles, but some areas also retained their original appearance and were not seriously damaged.

Until one day, Chu Feng was tired and tired, and stopped in a small town. He had no mind and thoughts, and had no particularity. He lay straight on the side of the road and fell asleep. He told himself that he should jump out and take a nap in this long-lost world. He would finally sweep away the haze and decadence and dispel the dullness in his heart.

He had already abandoned his image, honor and disgrace along the way, and left as soon as he wanted to leave, fell down whenever he wanted to fall down, and ignored the gaze of passers-by.

Now he is dressed in rags, gray hair is very messy, and his face is lacking in blood. He is like a person who has been sick for a long time lying on the road, drowsy.

I don’t know how long it took, Chu Feng was gently touched. He opened his eyes and looked at the scenery and people around him.

The dilapidated small town, the streets are not wide, and the pedestrians are in a hurry. Two years have passed, and the great disasters of the past have not yet completely recovered from fear.

At this time, a child who was only four or five years old was beside him. The little boy gently touched Chu Feng and woke him up.

His little face was dirty, his little clothes were even more ragged than Chu Feng's. He only had a pair of eyes that were very pure, but now he was timid and a little afraid of Chu Feng.

The child held half a bun in his hand, carefully, as if he was a treasure, afraid of losing it, so he held it in both hands and sent it to Chu Feng with some reluctance.

Chu Feng was stunned and woke up, not yet recovered.

The little boy screamed, signaled Chu Feng again and brought the buns over.

He is a little mute, unable to speak, but can only scream and express it with actions.

Chu Feng quickly understood what he meant, looked around, and at the same time understood the situation of the little boy. He was a beggar and a poor little beggar.

Chu Feng sighed. The child was very kind-hearted. He was so young, but only four or five years old, and was still a mute. He even gave him the food he had rarely asked for.

Soon, the little boy gestured again, pointed to an old man lying in the corner of the street in the distance, and said something with a timid smile.

Chu Feng's perception was so powerful that he understood what he meant. It was the grandfather who was dependent on each other. He once told the child that Chu Feng, who was lying on the roadside, might be sick, hungry, and unconscious here.

Suddenly, Chu Feng's face froze quickly. The old man had been dead for two hours and his body was a little cold.

However, this child didn't know at all.

The little boy screamed twice, broke off a piece of steamed bun, gently placed it in Chu Feng's hand, then turned around, ran to the corner of the street, smiling happily, and gently shook the old man, screaming, holding the steamed bun, wanting to give him food.

At this moment, Chu Feng's nose was sour. This poor little beggar, a sensible child, didn't know that his grandfather was dead.

The little boy screamed a few times, but without waking up his grandfather, he gently covered the old man with a thin, ragged quilt, waiting for his grandfather to wake up. From time to time, he looked down at the buns in his hand, showing a happy and satisfied smile, but he couldn't bear to eat them.

At this moment, Chu Feng's heart was touched. Such a simple child, such a young child who had lost his ability to speak, had a heartless and extremely satisfied pure smile that made his nose sore.

The simple love between the child and the old man made the dull area in Chu Feng's heart seem to be dispelled suddenly. He felt the long-lost warm current surge in his heart.

The four or five-year-old child is very ignorant and doesn't know many things. He doesn't understand them. He happily holds the bun and guards the old man, not knowing the truth that his grandfather, who is dependent on each other, has died.

When he saw Chu Feng looking over, he would smile shyly and timidly, screaming twice, as if he was urging him with courage.

In an instant, Chu Feng's tears rolled out. He thought of his parents-child Chu An. He did not protect him well, nor did he accompany him to grow up. He didn't even accompany him for a day. How was Chu An when he was a child? Was he as simple, pitiful and cute as a child?

In an instant, Chu Feng felt a little painful in his heart. His eyes, which had already dried up so much that he could no longer shed tears, were completely blurred. He tried hard to think about what his parent-child looked like when he was a child, what his condition was like, toddlers, and stuttering...

Chu Feng trembled and looked up at the sky, not wanting to cry anymore, but he couldn't control his emotions.

He had never seen Chu An when he was a child, so he could only keep thinking about it. A small figure in his heart gradually became clear. Compared with the little boy in front of him, their eyes were so pure.

I have never really seen my child’s condition when he was young, so Chu Feng substituted the child, and the two overlapped a bit.

Chu Feng couldn't help but walk over, squatted down, and gently hugged the child with a torn dress.

The little boy was a little scared at first, and screamed twice, and smiled with a flattering smile, blocking his grandfather, but found that Chu Feng was crying and just hugging him gently on the spot, not to force him away, so he felt relieved.

With a slight hesitation, the little boy stretched out his dirty little hand and carefully wiped away the tears from Chu Feng's face.

"My child!" Chu Feng cried. At this moment, he hugged the child and regarded him as his own child. With a moment of emotional resonance, he couldn't help but burst his emotions and kept rolling down his tears.

The little boy was a little scared and timid, as if he was comforting Chu Feng in a low voice, but he couldn't speak, and could only send out monotonous syllables.

"Good child, you are so young, are you comforting me? From now on, you will be my child!" Chu Feng picked up the child, feeling sad, painful, and pity in his heart. This child deeply touched his heart and wanted to raise this child well.

Chu Feng buried the old man without telling the child. In the child's ignorant eyes, he lied to him over and over again, saying that the old man woke up after falling asleep and traveled far away, and would not come back in a long time. Next, he would take him to live with him and wait for the old man to come home.
To be continued...