Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

"Yes, you want to play with me." She said.

"Why?"

"Because I have to weave garlands for you every day! Qingyefeng Yinhua Guliang, go to Xixi with Ben Taijun!"

Ying smiled and said with sly eyes, so she still remembers this stalk.

That smile was as naive as hers, clean and happy, as brisk as a soft warm wind.

"Baga." Qing Ye cursed softly, meaning 'stupid'.

Silent all night.

The noon of the next day soon arrived, and it was time to crusade against the temple.

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This chapter is also a composite of two chapters, and the remaining eight chapters will be released one after another today.

Rush!

By the way, I feel like I am a superman, the family members around me are all positive, but I am fine... It is already the eighth day

Volume 52: Chapter [-] If You Are Trapped in a Windless Land ([-] in [-])

Thick towers block out the sky.

The city-state of Dekarapian is oppressive and prosperous, and the azure sky is covered by never-ending storms. This country is like a precise machine running.

With policies its cogs, its people the fuel that flows through its steel, this city-state is forever peaceful, forever rich, forever...  

Can't see the sun.

This city-state is like a steel bar covered with cotton wool. When the breeze blows gently, it reveals the ferocious iron bones underneath.

"Hey, wind."

It is a ray in a thousand winds, genderless, shapeless, whistling endlessly across the northern lands, without direction, without purpose, just endlessly whistling.

Someone is yelling it.

"Hello, friend."

She has short black hair that reaches the ears, and a small green braid hangs down between her temples.

At the end of the hair is emerald green, with her toes slightly padded, her head tilted, her emerald eyes are clean and clear, like delicate amber.

"Hello."

She calls out to the wind.

"Hello." Feng said.

"Girl..." Feng made a rustling voice, "Are you...?"

You know, when the young girl heard the title 'girl', her complexion darkened in an instant, she frowned, and said bitterly: "My man..."

"?"

The wind elf was floating in the air, and she also tilted her head.

It doesn't believe it.

"It was an accident." She gritted her teeth and cursed softly, "There was a problem last time."

The wind elf couldn't hear the girl's words, but it sensed the girl's unhappiness. Feng thought for a while, and gently rubbed the nameless girl's cheek. This was to comfort the girl—this is what Feng learned from humans. of.

The girl smiled. This guy is naturally optimistic, and depression comes and goes quickly.

She stretched out her white hands to the wind, the whistling mountain wind covered the sky, and the lead-colored sky was oppressive against the background, but her eyes seemed to be born with sunlight, and the emerald-colored pupils showed clear yearning,

"Feng, would you like to take a look with me?"

to see?

The wind elf couldn't understand the girl's words, it lowered its head, and gently touched her plain hand.

"I want to see the way the birds fly."

The sound was almost drowned out by the whistling wind.

"Friend, won't you go with me?"

Feathers, the wind elves think that what the girl wants are the feathers of falcons, those feathers are so beautiful and beautiful, if weaving the feathers together, it will be a beautiful bird.

The wind elf clapped his hands, thinking it was funny.

Where can I find the feathers of birds?

The wind and the girl climbed up the back of the snow mountain, wandering in the endless long snow line, the vast snow covered all footprints of the world, the wind is holding the girl's hand, leading the girl to climb up step by step, on the highest snowfield , at an altitude not yet touched by the wind wall, they found a feather of a flying bird;

They walked along the valley of the Great Upa Valley and found the feathers of birds in a cave. They crossed the Mingguan Gorge. When the sunset fell on the coastline, the brilliant rays of the sun penetrated into the thick wind wall , under the thin and bright light, they found a feather at the end of the wind wall.

One feather, two feathers, three feathers... The wind and the girl have traveled to many places. In this boring and suffocating country, poetry, blue sky, and birds seem to be within reach during this journey.

New emotions and new desires danced in the wind's chest, and it suddenly felt that it was no longer a thousand winds wandering aimlessly.

It wants to find all the feathers and give the birds to her.

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The girl died.

When Feng saw her, the girl was lying in a pool of blood, her light green clothes were stained with blood, and her emerald eyes dimmed.

She is still watching the wind, and she is still smiling, with a bright and sad smile.

She died on the eve of the shattering of the wind wall.She wanted to see the blue sky and birds, but died in the night before the arrival of the blue sky and birds.

The girl and the wind raised the banner of resistance, more and more people joined them, and more and more people died under the wind wall.

A war broke out in this land, a war in the name of freedom.The throne of the lonely king of the tower fell, and until his death, the monarch provided his subjects with a city without bitter cold. He thought that the people loved them, just as the monarch loved the people.

The wind hovered beside the girl helplessly and hesitantly.

The wind tentatively touched her cheek, then retracted, the elf tried to hug her, tried to support her body, tried to make her stand up again, but it was useless...it tried everything There are ways, but it is useless, the little bird is still in the arms of the wind, and it has not been given to the girl.

It can't speak.

It makes a whining sound.

It's clearly agreed, and I want to go outside to see everything.

"Hey, stop making trouble, it's very itchy, let me sleep."

"We won, Wind."

The temperature of the girl's body is getting lower and lower, and she is slowly dying, but she is comforting the elf:

"My mission in this life has been completed, I have a clear conscience, I can leave now, but Feng, you are not over, you have to go on through it."

She whispered:

"Feng, you want to see the scenery outside the wind wall for me. What does summer look like?

Is there anything beyond the snow-capped mountains, is there anything interesting beyond the wind wall, can you be a small wind of turning point and hope, is there a golden wave of wheat in the field, what is outside the city of Mond, what is in this world , is it round, is it square? "

The girl's emerald eyes stared at the wind, those eyes were dark and deep, but in the depths of the pupils, there was a fierce desire rolling, she stared at the wind.

"Wind, in the depths of my memory, there have been golden waves of wheat, there have been oceans rendered by the summer sunset, there have been blue sky, white clouds and birds, but my life is a blank white paper, born in the high Under the wall of wind, I have never witnessed these scenes deep in my memory, wind, you have to witness for me."

"If I am trapped in a windless place,

"And you become a bird—"

"It is precisely because I have seen the grand light that I cannot bear the loneliness under the tower."

"If I'm stuck in a windless place,"

"You're going to fly high into the sky."

...

When the old god dies, the new god will ascend the throne. The wind feels the power flowing from the fingertips. It doesn't want to forget the girl's appearance, so it shapes the body with the girl's appearance. She picks up the harp and gently plucks the strings. The free wind blew away the snow and ice, and the mountains were blown away.

"Hello friend."

Barbatos said softly.

"I was afraid to forget you, so I became you, and I will carry the burden for you."

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The dragon was killed.

His calamity almost destroyed the whole of Mond.

The monstrous flames licked the lead-colored sky, and the billowing smoke enveloped the messy land. The body of the wolf cub Rustan has not been found, and the bodies of many soldiers have not been found either. Before the arrival of Twarin and Fengshen, it was They defended the city-state of Mond with death.

Barbatos walked barefoot on this barren land.

Walking aimlessly, his eyes are full of scars.

Suddenly, she heard a strange voice.

【Hey, help me】

The voice seemed to come from the depths of the soul.

【Hey, keep moving forward】

Barbatos followed the sound, passing through the jungle and the wet swamp, her mood became inexplicably irritated, after walking for an unknown amount of time, she finally found the source of the sound.

It was a valley.

The golden ears of wheat had been burned to ashes by the flames, and the boy knelt down in the middle of the valley.The long day was approaching, and the huge blood-red setting sun was hanging at the end of the pole, and the blood-like glow shrouded the boy's body.

The young wolf was covered in blood, his snow-colored robe was already stained with filth, his eyes were empty, his sword was broken, just like his life, buried in the grave at the most vigorous age, his eyes seemed to be filled with blood and tears.

He was covered in wounds, poisonous blood soaked into the bone marrow of the young wolf, his body was decaying, but the new body was not completed, his soul was exposed to the bloody setting sun, miserable and small, and would disappear at any time.

That was the shape of his soul.

"Hello, friend," he said.

Cub, Rustan.

Fengshen had also seen this young man before, his West Wind swordsmanship was very powerful, and he was a serious young man—this was the only impression Barbatos had of him.He once swore in front of the Fengshen statue that he would guard Mond all his life, and guard Fengshen in this life.

He also often came to sing in front of the statue.

At that time, Barbatos didn't care, and she was free and undisciplined in the game world.

But now, when she saw this boy again.

Barbatos stared at the pure white shape of the soul, waiting for the piece of soul to appear naked in front of Barbatos.

For some reason, her heart twitched slightly, she had never experienced such a strange emotion.

Familiar yet unfamiliar.

The whistling wind neighed in her ears, she seemed to have returned to the cold tower, the ground fell, the four winds were chaotic, the pure white nameless girl died in the wind's arms, and the wind could do nothing, The wind can only whine and sing.

'Hello friend'

'Hello friend. '

【He failed】

【He is arrogant and conceited, he thinks he can do anything,

He thought everything could be saved, but he failed]

[He died on the eve of dawn again, but unfortunately, this time he did not retreat]

【He has never failed, but he failed this time, and I am helpless】

The strange existence whispered in Barbatos' ear:

"The mission has not been completed, the fate has not ended, and the new body has not yet been born. I cannot save him, although I am very reluctant, Fengshen of Mond, I need your help."

Barbatos seemed to realize something, she subconsciously stepped back a few steps, the possibility in her heart was constantly expanding, she whispered softly: "No...not right."

"It's you?"