The world's first loose repair

Chapter 192 Draw the Sword
What is a home?

When Mu Ye was hunted down by Tianlanzong Wanli, he knew that his mother Ye Rou was in Los Angeles, so he had a home in Los Angeles, so he was not afraid of being chased and killed, and he was not afraid of wandering around, because he had a home, he can go back.

What hometown?

When Mu Ye traveled around with Lao Li and saw the customs and customs of various towns, he was not envious.Because he knows that Lao Wang's family is in Los Angeles, and Los Angeles has his fellow villagers and neighbors, so Los Angeles is his hometown.

But now, all of this is suddenly gone.So suddenly gone?

Who else knew that Mu Ye liked to climb the Populus euphratica tree in front of his house when he was a child?Who else knew that Mu Ye liked to eat steamed buns stuffed with pork and chives?How about lying on Curtain Ye's lap and counting the textures on his left hand?All the past will disappear in memory.No one will remember that on this vast continent, there is a young man named Curtain Ye who likes to climb trees and eat meat buns, and the veins on his left hand are continuous.

Because Lao Wang is dead, Mrs. Zhou is dead, and Lan Lan is dead.

Grandpa died, father died, mother died.

The Zhongzhou Continent is so big that even Lao Li can't explore its boundaries.But even so, on this vast continent, there is no home belonging to Muye, nor is there a hometown belonging to Muye.

In that year, Makuha became an orphan.

Mu Ye suddenly felt very scared in his heart, a kind of breathtaking fear.It was a fear without any support, without any memory, without any emotion.

At this moment, Mu Ye suddenly understood why Lao Li was so indifferent, so out of the world, and didn't even have a trace of nostalgia for this world.

Because in this world, Lao Li doesn't have any relatives.No one knows where he came from, no one knows his past, no one even knows his real name.In Zhongzhou Continent, Lao Li was just a lonely traveler.

And now, the curtain leaf is the same.

Mu Ye thought that when he returned to Los Angeles, he could see his mother and the old Wang family, he could go home, he could go back to his hometown, he could give shelter to his mother and the old Wang family in the warm small courtyard, and let them live a happy life. Live a peaceful and comfortable life.However, this is just a fantasy, a fantasy without roots.

Mu Ye opened his mouth, wanting to express his inner pain and anger, but he couldn't say anything, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make any sound.He only felt that his heart stopped beating, his blood stopped flowing, and his soul stopped thinking.

Blank.

With a "plop", Mu Ye sat down on the ground, raised his head, and looked at the sky, with an inexplicable expression on his face.Perhaps, there is no expression.

Maybe it was an hour, maybe a whole day, when Mu Ye stood up again, the black market had already closed.Looking at the dots of fire on the street, Mu Ye subconsciously walked towards the house.

However, after taking a step, the curtain leaf stopped.Looking at the dark night, the curtain leaves stopped.

Where should he go?

Los Angeles is huge, where should he go?
go home?But the house is full of dust and cobwebs, mother is not here, father is not here, and grandpa is not here; do you want to go to Lao Wang's house?Lao Wang is dead, Mrs. Zhou is dead, and Lan Lan is dead. There are no more hot buns there.Luo City is huge, but Mu Ye suddenly realized that he had nowhere to go.

The night enveloped Los Angeles, and occasionally a gust of cold wind blew, and Muye suddenly felt very cold.

He is a great cultivator in the Pifu Realm, he is not afraid of cold and heat, and he is immune to all poisons, but at this moment, Mu Ye suddenly felt that it was very cold.It was windy and cold at night, and he had no home to shelter from the cold.

nothing left.

Curtain Ye opened his mouth wide, and suddenly laughed wildly, his voice hoarse like a night crow: "There is nothing, hahaha. There is nothing, all gone, all gone. I am the only one left! Who Know me? Who knows me? Who understands me? Who cares about me? Who takes care of me? No, no, I'm the only one left. Hahahaha."

Curtain Ye laughed, crazily, and hoarsely, the laughter seemed so pitiful and shrill in the empty night.

Mu Ye continued to laugh, still laughing, and kept laughing.Then he stopped suddenly, suddenly knelt on the ground, suddenly hugged his head, and suddenly burst into tears.

No matter how talented and powerful Mu Ye is, at this moment, he is just a child who lost his mother and loved ones.

Mu Ye was crying and wailing until his voice was hoarse, until his tears dried up, until he could no longer make any sound.

Then he squatted on the ground, leaned against the corner, hugged his shoulders, looked at the dark night sky, expressionless.

The sun still rises, the sun still sets, no one pays attention to the curtain leaf, and no one asks the curtain leaf.Because no one knew him, knew him, understood him.He was like a beggar, squatting quietly in the corner, not moving at all.

Beggars like this are very common in Los Angeles.They have no past, no future, no one knows them, and no one wants to know them.Because soon, a law enforcement team will catch such beggars and throw them into the coolie camp to serve as free coolies.So no one came to disturb the curtain leaf, and the curtain leaf just squatted quietly in the corner, without sound or expression, just like a sculpture.

Because Curu Ye has lost all the memories of this world, childhood, youth, and youth.With the passing of some people, they turned into dust and never existed.

Dust covered Curtain Ye's clothes, slag covered Curtain Ye's hair, green beard stubble climbed to the corner of Curtain Ye's mouth, Curtain Ye was still squatting in the corner, without sound or expression, just like a sculpture.

However, half a month later, Mu Ye suddenly stood up.

He patted the dust off his body, straightened his messy hair, and walked out from the corner.

He untied the sackcloth from behind his back, and took out a dirty and dilapidated long sword.

That was the Spirit Slaying Sword.

Holding the sword, he walked towards the northeast of Los Angeles.

That is, the direction of Tianlanzong.

(End of this chapter)