There are lonely people in lonely nights. Today¡¯s night is very lonely. The stars are sparse and shine dimly on the earth. The moonlight is faint and lonely, reflecting half of the sky. In this lonely night, there are naturally lonely people, and Yan Ruofeng is the loneliest person. I feel lonely in my body and feel even more lonely in my heart. The bitter helplessness and some unspeakable reasons made him choose loneliness. Sitting cross-legged on a large branch under the moonlight, Yan Ruofeng looked at the lonely sky through the rustling branches and leaves, "The moonlight here is so similar to three years ago, but I don't know what I will do this time." Can you get through this difficulty? " Yan Ruofeng couldn't help but think of three years ago, on that lonely rainy day, he said goodbye to his good brother Duan Tianya, and walked into the dusk of life alone, but luckily he managed to survive After surviving the darkness and desolation of midnight, he persisted in the bleak winter of life until everything revived. When the branches turned green, when the darkness of dawn ushered in the first glimmer of hope, Yan Ruofeng survived, but lost his life. Lost my own memory! Now a more difficult difficulty than before was placed in front of him. Can you still get through it that way? Yan Ruofeng is not sure. Not a cent. But there is no certainty. When the boat reaches the bridge, the road has to end and we still have to go. Even if it means a broken head and blood, we have to go. Don't complain, there is no reason, because this is reality, and it is life. Yan Ruofeng took a deep breath, his seriously injured body lying on the tree trunk, like a big dragon climbing on the tree trunk. His injuries were too serious, and he could only use this method to fix himself to the tree trunk. Rest and recharge your batteries. Yan Ruofeng closed his eyes and fell asleep in the somewhat lonely night wind. The moonlight and stars shone on his face. This man who was not very old frowned. Could it be that he could not rest in peace in his dreams? The black aura on his body flashed from time to time, entering from inside the body to the outside, and the injuries on his body healed quickly. This is a unique healing method after demonization. Depriving the body of vitality in exchange for healing the body's injuries is completely a way of quenching thirst by drinking doves! But Yan Ruofeng didn¡¯t know. He had already fallen asleep. No matter whether the dream was a good one or a nightmare, he would continue to sleep. He wants to nourish his spirit and bring it to the best state. Although cultivating internal strength is also a way, how can it be compared to the most natural and deep sleep? ! And tomorrow, when the morning sun rises, it will be the time for him to give it a try. No matter he succeeds or fails, no matter if he is sure or not, this step has already extended to his feet, and behind him is a thick city wall. As the saying goes, there is no turning back when the bow is fired, Yan Ruofeng has no choice! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yingtianfu, Street There is no one left. Under the sparse starlight and moonlight, the night is so melancholy. Duan Tianya and Shangguan Haitang dragged their tired bodies and walked step by step along the street. Compared with physical fatigue, their minds are undoubtedly more exhausted. Shangguan Haitang looked at Duan Tianya who was coughing as he walked. Thinking of Yan Ruofeng, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, a human or a demon, his heart felt extremely gloomy. "Brother, is your injury okay? How about we find a place to recuperate first, and Ruofeng will send spies from the No. 1 Village in the World to investigate first. It won't be too late for us to get there when there is news." Duan Tianya nodded. At this time, his injuries were worse than three days ago. His internal organs were damaged by the Karasuma Flame Knife. The exhaustion of running around Yan Ruofeng in the past three days has further worsened his injuries. Now it takes a lot of effort for him to even take two steps. . After three days of searching without any clues, he and Shangguan Haitang both realized the seriousness of the matter. The two of them are tired of running around looking for a needle in a haystack, which will only tire them out and gain nothing. It is better to wait for the spies from the No. 1 Village in the World to find out the news. They can also recharge their batteries and go to see Yan Ruofeng then, even if something unexpected happens. There can also be support. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hulong Villa. In the magnificent hall, Zhu Wuwu was sitting on the highest seat, holding a set of files in his hand, squinting his eyes, wondering what he was thinking. Slowly, after a long effort, Zhu Wuwu closed the file in his hand, spread out a piece of rice paper, dipped it in ink, and wrote the words "Yan Family", then raised the throne and dragon head under his left hand, Fold the paper into a strip and put it in. Then Zhu Wuwu leaned over, half sitting and half lying on the throne, his brows twisted into knots, "Yan Ruofeng, Yan Ruofeng, originally I only thought you were a sharp knife, holding it in my hand can help me cut off my path. Unexpectedly, you have grown to this point, and it has developed into a double-edged sword!?? events push you off the screen and make you a target of public criticism! ¡± Zhu Wuwu laughed a few times, the majestic face showed murderous intent! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ In that corner that has long been forgotten by the world, in that devastated wilderness, in that small thatched hut, a man in plain clothes and linen clothes sat There is only one short table. The table is very old, and the traces of time have left speckled wormholes on the table. On the table, there is a pot of tea and an old tea bowl, which is a little dirty. The tea was also yellowish and inferior, but the man at the table was enjoying it. He squinted his eyes, held the tea bowl in one hand, and looked at the desolate fields outside the wooden house quietly. "In recent days, I have been drinking it. The deadly sword energy dormant in the body is increasing day by day, and the signs of attacks are increasing frequently. Could it be that a new deadly successor has appeared? Compete with the deadly sword energy in my body? "Yes." The man in the hut nodded, with a bitter smile on his face, but with another kind of indifference and determination. "Peng!" A blood mist burst from the root of his right arm, and scarlet blood surged from his arm. When it came out, it was scattered on the ground and turned into a blood sword. It was very big and had a peerless sword energy, just like the sword energy formed from the blood of dozens of wild horses a day ago! It broke all the meridians in the right arm! All the bones were broken, all the tendons were severed, and although his arm was still hanging on his body, it seemed like his right arm was no longer able to hold the tea cup in his hand, and the yellowed tea trembled with his trembling right hand. , the yellow tea leaves rippled in the water, but the man in the hut showed a relaxed expression. "You have been pestering me for decades, but now you are trying to use my body to be born, but it is a delusion. . Now I would rather cut off my arm than cause Turing to spit again. ¡± ps: Second update last night.