Wang Gongnan used his hands to dig a small hole in the stone wall with his knife in his hands, and his body was rising little by little, but the degree of rise was getting slower and slower.

He was too tired. He really had an illusion that it was too cost-effective to let go of his hands and fall down. As long as he could close his eyes and sleep for a while, it would be worth anything.

However, when he was about to close his eyes and relax his arm muscles, countless pairs of eyes suddenly appeared in front of him. The eyes were different, deep, confused, puzzled, unwilling, passionate, and doubtful...

There are also several pairs of eyes, with worries, melancholy, loneliness, sorrow, and watery.

"Quick! Hand me the thread, and watch you carry a gun and sway it every day. How many Japanese have you beaten?" In the rice field, a thin old man stepped on a threshing machine and looked at him with a complaining and serious look.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a shell fell from the sky, mud splashed, the sound of the threshing machine working was gone, and the thin old man disappeared.

"Dad!" Wang Gongnan cried heart-wrenchingly, and rushed forward with a hard thunderous cry, stepping on the wet mud of the rice fields.

"Quan'er!" However, the scene suddenly changed. A beautiful woman shouted and rushed over from opposite him, her whole body was covered in blood, and she opened her arms to hug him.

"Mom!" Wang Gongnan saw clearly that it was Zhuo Qiuyan! He shouted and immediately stretched out his arms and hugged him.

"Master Wang, don't..." He hugged him, but the person changed, and his voice changed. Zhuo Mei was shining naked, struggling slightly with her eyes closed and she shouted.

"Sister Mei!" Wang Gongnan shouted in shock again.

"Gong Nan, please ask me..." But the woman in her arms changed again, it was Zhuo Hua's voice.

"Sister Hua!"

...

"Gong Nan!"——"Ruoshui!"

"Brother!"——"Sister Yu!"

"Dad!"——"Yue'er!"

"Brother Wang!"——"Brother Lu!"

"Master Wang!"...

"The head of the family..."

...

When Wang Gongnan called out one by one, his heart would be bleeding once.

"We are all ants, please save me!" Suddenly, these familiar figures disappeared, but in front of him, there was a group of black, sloppy, and sloppy people kneeling down.

"How many people have to be saved? I don't have time to sleep!" Wang Gongnan finally woke up, feeling that he still has a great responsibility and cannot sleep.

"Ah!" He raised his head to the sky, shouted with all his strength, and his eyes finally widened and opened again.

"Go!" A loud shout!

"Crack!" The knife in his hand was inserted into the stone wall.

"Get up!" The hand that grabbed the knife used force, with his feet shrinking down and kicking, and his body rose upward, and he actually flew into the air! When his feet rose to the position of the knife inserted on the stone wall, one of his feet actually stepped on the exposed hilt, and his feet kicked on the hilt again, and his body rose significantly faster.

His body rose rapidly, and his hands were crawling in front of him.

It turned out that every time his hands grabbed him, he grabbed the stone wall. No matter whether he had a focus or not, he pointed his hand at the stone wall.

"Kaku..." It was the sound of a bone breaking, and his fingers were broken! He could not operate his true energy, and he was now his usual body of flesh and blood!

The hands flew one by one, falling to the clouds below, blood was splashing, and blood was scattering into the clouds and mist, fusing with the fine water droplets in the clouds. Immediately, drops of blood rolled out from the clouds and the enclave fell into the clouds below.

This is the blood of chaos! When he is at the moment of cultivation, that drop of essence and blood can form a river! However, after the royal palace has scattered so much essence and blood, there is no reaction here.

Of course, Wang Gongnan didn't expect that his essence and blood could help him now.

"Swishy!" The friction sound of his palm rubbing against the stone wall, and the flesh was flying. His palms were getting smaller, and the flesh and even bones were rubbed off.

His palms trembled in turn like windmills, hoping to generate a little upward momentum with the help of the resistance of the air.

His body shot towards the tip of the front like an arrow.

After passing through the cloud layer, the clouds and mists seemed thick and stopped there without moving. There were many black tops of the mountain that were exposed above the clouds and mists, making it as beautiful as heaven. There was a blue tiles in the sky, and I didn’t even see where the sun was.

Wang Gongnan was not interested in seeing these things. His body was still rushing upwards. His hand, which was almost completely gone, was still waving on the stone wall. On the stone wall, there were two blood grooves extending from bottom to top.

Fortunately, since the clouds and mist broke out, the mountain peak has not become an inverted shape, but has returned to its natural shape of the lower part, the upper part.

This is better, Wang Gongnan's feet can come in handy.

As soon as his feet came in handy, he immediately felt that his spirit was unprecedentedly full and his strength was unprecedentedly strong, and he could move forward like a flat ground.

Move forward, rise!

Finally, the front head was in sight.

"Ah!" Wang Gongnan shouted loudly, kicked his feet hard against the stone wall, and his body flew up in the air again, shooting towards the tip of the front.

Where is the tip of the front? The tip of the front is at the foot of the south of the palace.

He rushed past his head.

He immediately lowered his head and let his body fall towards the tip of the head.

The top of the front is very few, but it is very flat, only the size of a millstone, and it is very bright and spotless.

"My God!" Wang Gongnan couldn't help but sigh and screamed. He worked so hard to get up, but he ended up having nothing here. He was so worth it!

Standing on the millstone, he looked at his hands, his palms disappeared, and blood-stained bones were exposed on his straight wrists, and blood was still squeaking out.

The fatigue immediately came, and Wang Gongnan felt weak in his knees. With a "bang", he sat on the tip of the millstone-sized tip.

So tired! He felt that he could no longer fight the eyelids of his eyes, so he could only let them close.

Go to sleep.

I haven't slept like this for a long time. It turns out that sleeping is so luxurious. You don't have to worry about anything, forget everything, and don't think about anything.

Floating, Wang Gongnan felt like an elf, dancing happily in the spring. The mountains are full of flowers, the fragrance is swaying, and the sun is also particularly warm.

How great would it be if such a scene could have a dream!

The elves fell on the stigma of a flower's style, and the dream finally came.

This flower is in the human garden.

At this time, a kind old man was holding a spray head in his hand and was spraying water on the flowers and plants here.

"The flowers are fragrant, the flowers are gorgeous, but you always wither so quickly that I feel like I'm busy every day." The old man said to himself while spraying water. Soon he put the watering can aside and sat on the ground and glanced at the flowers and plants in the garden with sad eyes.

"Grandpa, the flowers have fallen and new flowers have bloomed again. Only in this way can the new and old change appear to be full of vitality." The elf couldn't bear to see the old man's sadness and immediately said to the old man.

"Oh? You actually came here? There are only a few flowers blooming here, you're here too early." The old man immediately stood up and looked at the elf in surprise and said.

"Grandpa, as long as there are flowers, it reflects the vitality. The wild flowers in the mountains are blooming, reflecting the strong spring. But the flowers blooming on the plate on the windowsill also give flower growers a great sense of accomplishment." said the elf.

"Haha, I can't tell, what you are pursuing is suitable for the current situation. But do you know that from the flowers flying from the mountain flowers to the window sill plate, there will be countless walls in the middle. If you encounter wind and rain, you will be wet, you may not even fly, and you will fall among the bricks and tiles and rot into the soil?" the old man said with a smile.

Where does this go? It seems that I have left the original words. The elf is a little confused.

However, the elf still wanted to convince the old man.

"Grandpa, if I really want me to fly from the wild mountain flowers to the flowers on the windowsill plate, that's my pursuit. Pursuit does not necessarily mean infinite spring, but if I can see the owner of the flower on the windowsill smiling proudly, I will be satisfied, and I will also smile proudly for him." said the elf.

"In this way, you are determined to change, right?" the old man suddenly said seriously.

"Grandpa, the flowers in the mountains and mountains can represent spring. Can't the flowers on the windowsill bring people spring?" asked the elf.

"Oh, who asked you to show such flowers?" the old man sighed.

"Grandpa, is there anything wrong with this?" The elf was unhappy when he saw the old man, and immediately put away his thoughts and looked at the old man in shock and asked.

"Wrong? What is wrong? And what is right? Alas, your heart is gone. This garden has become the station you pass by. What can I do to you? But there is wind and rain outside, and those that I can't help you. If you want to walk that road, you are ready to be crushed to pieces.

However, there is not much time. When you go, you should go where you go. After you go, where is your way? I can no longer see the direction you are moving forward." The old man raised his head and sighed to the sky.

"Grandpa, why are you so sad? I didn't do anything. I just wanted to tell you that flowers are not necessarily beautiful in the mountains. Flowers are as beautiful as long as they bloom." said the elf.

"Well, I never refute other people's reasons. Since you are here, you should take the wings I promise to give you.

Pay attention, your wings will eventually be broken when the wind and waves are too strong. If you fold your wings, you will seep into the soil with the rain, and any of your dreams will turn into soil. Pay attention, there is no regret, only destruction." The old man said.

"Grandpa, thank you for your kindness. I can't ask for your things casually. Besides, I think the wings I grow are particularly strong, and I may not adapt to the wings I have with them.

Grandpa, thank you for your flowers, I'm leaving." The elf thought the old man's words were too bad, but he dared not lose his politeness, so he flapped his wings and immediately flew away according to the loop he could remember.

However, when it flew, it accidentally rushed into a cloud and was immediately lost. Soon, as if wind was blowing, a large vortex immediately formed in the cloud and mist, and the elves were swallowed in.

"Is it going to disappear so soon?" The elf was not panicked or afraid at all, but murmured. Then, he did not struggle and let the vortex vortex vortex vortex away.

It suddenly had an idea, and it wanted to see, what was at the end of the vortex?

However, the vortex was too fast, and the elves quickly became dizzy and then lost consciousness.
Chapter completed!