Nightfall Chapter 124: Calling for love in the north of the wasteland

There was a deadly young man in the tent looking at the hunting knife on the ground without saying a word..." I can’t see any emotions. After a long time, I don’t know what the past is remembered, a very faint light. Return to his eyes.

He supported the ground and sat up with difficulty, looking at the opposite father and son, and let the dignity and sacredness of the past return to his cheeks, and said clearly: "It turns out that there is no such thing as a sneak attack. "

A very inexplicable sentence, but he was very serious and serious. His tone was still the same as in the past ten years, calm and gentle with inherent pride and condescending indifference.

However, he is no longer the beautiful **** son of Xiling, but a wanderer who describes the withered and filthy, so this and the expression on his face appears extremely inconsistent, and even a little ridiculous.

The desolate father and son thought he was ridiculous, but did not laugh. The desolate little boy picked up the hunting knife on the ground and walked to him, trying to chop his head like a beast head in a snow-capped mountain. Come down.

Looking at the shadow of the hunting knife slashing towards his own eyes, the young man who was noble but fell into the wasteland finally really felt the nose of death, just like when he felt the arrow on the snow cliff .

Actually, he is not unfamiliar with this feeling. He Tao spent half his life on Tai Tao and saw the fear and panic of countless prisoners when they were dying in the underworld, but at that time he never connected this with his emotions. Together.

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 does not want to die in the hands of a ridiculous little boy. This is too ridiculous to die, and it does not reflect his identity.

He didn't die because Xiao Ren's father prevented his son.

The deserter's father looked at his son and shook his head, and educates: "We have no reason to kill the deserter if we save people. What's more, this young man in the Central Plains obviously has a bad brain. Killing a lunatic is unlucky. "

The deserted boy asked: "What should I do? You can't raise a madman."

Huang Ren's father explained: "Since he wants to kill us, then we can't support him anymore. Throw him out and let him fend for himself and let Mingjun decide his life and death. This is the fairest."

The tent was a very low temperature and howling snow wind. The young man was seriously injured and was dying. Without the warmth of the tent and the fire, he would die in a moment.

The Huangren father and son know this very well, but even if Huangren is sympathetic, he will not be stupid enough to overflow. The father lifted the young man out of the tent like a chicken and threw it into a mine. .

The young man is naturally Prince Longqing.

On the snow cliff in the depths of the Tianqi Mountain Range, he was at an important juncture of breaking his fate. Ning Que's thirteen Yuan arrow shot through his chest and abdomen. The arrow not only caused him to die on the spot, but also The more serious thing is that it directly destroyed all his cultivation realm and confidence. You must know that past history has long proven that being disturbed by foreign objects at the critical moment of breaking the boundary will have extremely serious consequences and will be backlashed by the heaven and the earth.

Ning Que’s Yuan Thirteen Arrows is definitely not an ordinary foreign object or heart demon, and the impact on Longqing Emperor Yu is not as simple as the backlash of the heaven and earth’s vitality, because that arrow he will never be able to practice again in his entire life. In other words, he has changed from a strong practitioner who may enter the realm of fate the fastest to an absolute waste.

Some people are still alive, but they are dead, even more painful and desperate than death.

The prince Longqing on the snow cliff that day was just that kind of person. After Dao Zhi forcibly pulled him back from the death line, he fell down the snow cliff like a walking dead and walked towards the north of the wasteland.

The reason for going north is because the night is longer over there. Prince Longqing feels that Haotian’s light has been abandoned by Ming, so he chooses to die on the other side of the night. At least this will not defile Haotian. s eyes.

The sky is freezing and heavy snow is flying. He thought he might become a zombie in the snow at any time, but he didn't know whether it was the pure Dao breath that Ye Hongyu poured into his body, or the one that came from Zhishou Guan The effect of ,'s pills, he has not fallen, walked hard and painfully for several days, and then fell into a coma.

If nothing else happened at that time, when the pure spirit in his body gradually releases, when the effect of the pill is completely gone, he will eventually become a corpse in the deep snow from the sky and the mountains, and there will never be Anyone can discover his death until thousands or tens of thousands of years later, when the sky changed again, the snow melted and the ice disappeared to reveal the shriveled frozen corpse, but at that time, who could remember that there was a man named Longqing thousands of years ago? The prince's person?

After being awakened by the pair of ridiculous fathers and sons, Prince Longqing is still in a daze, but his desire to die is a little bit weaker, because no matter who has experienced a life-and-death struggle, he will always give birth to a stronger world. emotion.

Being able to live allows him to be kind to the Huangren father and son, but the deep-seated hatred and contempt for the Huangren still exist. The more gratitude in his heart, the more painful and tormented his heart. After thinking in silence for a long time, he decided to knock down the pair of Huangren father and son, and then said a paragraph that he had no chance to say.

"On behalf of Haotian, I forgive your sins."

The prince Longqing in the tent is in a state of unity and extremely chaotic regardless of saneness or logic... That state lies between life and death, between light and darkness! Between...between gratitude and disgust, between the memory of glory and the embarrassing reality, it is precisely because of this that he will make such an inexplicable choice.

The fact that he was thrown out of the tent made Prince Longqing sober, remembering many things soberly... He is no longer the **** son of Xiling with the peach blossoms in his hands, and he is no longer the country of Yan who has been rich in clothes and food The prince is no longer the person who is qualified to be hoped to revive Dayan, but just a waste wood whose snow-capped mountains have been destroyed and can no longer practice.

He was lying in the icy snowdrift without knowing his life or death, and the past pictures flashed quickly in his mind. I don’t know if it was the reason for these pictures or the cold. His body became stiffer and thinner, thin and dirty. The cheeks became paler and paler, and the luster in the eyes became weaker and weaker.

The former prince Longqing, at this time, is like a beggar in despair, waiting silently for his death on the snowy field with rare human traces. However, lucky or extremely unfortunate, the king of darkness and death seems extremely Worried about the faint smell of light still remaining on this beggar, he refused to give a sweet kiss.

As soon as he sat down in the morning, Prince Longqing's eyes moved slightly, and his long and charming eyelashes fell with the frost. He looked at his chest indifferently, and found that he was not dead, so he slowly stood up , Continued his journey that had been interrupted for some time, and walked towards the far north that was still trapped in the night.

Under the interaction of wind, snow and cold, that luxurious coat was finally unsupportable, and the strands scattered behind him, the bright yellow noble color had long since faded, and only a close-fitting piece remained on him. The underwear, stained with jet black serum and jet black soil, was actually dirty and it was not clear whether it was blood or dirt.

Walking to noon, the blazing sun shines on the top of his head, but there is nothing but the heat, like a false existence, he raised his head weakly and glanced at the sky, narrowed his eyes with difficulty, and then exhausted his whole body Taking a step towards Tao with strength, a foreign body sensation came from the sole of his foot. When he lowered his head, he found that the shoe had been broken at some point. A piece of sharp ice had penetrated deeply into the sole of the foot, but he could no longer feel the pain.

The thin clothes, bare feet, and severely injured body, Prince Longqing continued to walk weakly. He didn't know where he was going, but he followed the deepest intuition in his heart, aimlessly but never Deviating from the direction to the north, the dark night there has been attracting him who is dying, just like the light before.

I don’t know how long he has been walking, because he is too weak to walk slowly, so he doesn’t know how many miles he has walked. He can't feel the hunger and pain. The instinctive desires that belong to humans seem to be desperate and dead. The double torture gradually faded away, but he had to continue walking north, and he didn't need to eat, but he had to be able to support his body that might fall at any time, so he broke a branch as a stick on the road.

The trees in the wilderness of the extreme north are difficult to survive. Where are there any thick branches? That thin branch only supported Xiang Tao when he walked hundreds of feet away and broke, his body fell down on the snow. With a few dusty Chen blood shook out the corners of his lips, he got up with difficulty, with no expression on his face, and looked dumbly at the wasteland in the far north that seemed to be endless, sighed slightly, and then sat down.

I don’t know how many days and miles I have walked. He still hasn’t walked into death or walked to the dark north. He feels a bit regretful. He quietly looks up at the sky, watching the twilight in the sky gradually become dark instead.

Sitting on the cold wasteland all night, until the early morning, the first rays of sunlight shone on the monotonous snowy field, shining on his slightly squinted eyes, because there were no eyelashes, the eyelids in that place looked extra smooth.

"It's still dawn after all." He looked at the first light in the east, and his voice murmured hoarsely: "If this day will never be bright again, how good would it be? Why am I so afraid to see the skylight butterfly now? ……"

Rapid hoofs came from the south.

Prince Longqing looked at Dongfang stupidly, ignoring the voice behind him.

The sound of horseshoes is getting closer and closer, and after a long distance, Lu Chenjia jumped from the back of the snow horse, rushed behind him, and then slowly squatted down, spreading his arms around him from behind Body.

The snow horse shook twice and almost fell on the snowy field. It ran continuously for more than a thousand miles day and night, and it was at the weakest level no matter how the horse was a horse.

Lu Chenjia gently hugged him, his face pressed against his face, not daring to use force but not letting go, as if worried that if he let go, this beloved man would disappear again and walked into the darkness .

These days, Prince Longqing finally showed a smile on his face. He looked at the faint morning light of Dongfang Xi, gently sniffed the breath coming from his face, and said in a dumb voice: "Don’t you think you are holding it? Is it a corpse?"

Lu Chenjia lowered his head, smiled and said: "If you are willing to look back at me, you will know that I am also ugly now."