Ming Feng didn't answer, looking out the window at the night, his expression was in a trance for a while, as if he had evoked endless memories. After a while, he explained to Wu Hao and went out of the room by himself.

The night was bleak, the moon was pouring, and the occasional starry stars flickered and blinked like the eyes of the sky, looking at the vast sentient beings, hoping to add some light to the land swallowed by darkness.

Wu Hao meditated in the room for a while, recovering the spiritual power consumed by Shicai, and he was afraid that Ming Feng would encounter danger outside, so he also followed.

As soon as he walked out of the room, Wu Hao's heart moved slightly, and he noticed the sound of even breathing on the roof of the inn.

"Who's on the roof at such a late hour?"

His legs were slightly bent, his eyes looked up at the eaves, and then he exerted his strength violently, and his body floated into the air like a swallow, and fell lightly to the roof without making a sound.

With the cultivation of this spiritual power realm in the later stage, his skills are already extremely vigorous, even if he has explosive power, he can be controlled by him with ease, and he can retract and release it freely, just right.

A figure sat not far away, looking up at the dark sky of the night and the thin crescent moon like a very thin blade, as if there was endless sorrow, it was the dark maple.

The gloom is that the moonlight falls on his face, as if covered with a layer of silver light, it is so out of the world, but what floats between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows is a faint, indissolvable cloud of sorrow and helplessness.

"Watching the moon at night and listening to a few frogs is also a unique atmosphere." Wu Hao walked lightly to Mingfeng's side, did it without scruples, and said with a slight smile.

"It's quiet and peaceful, no one disturbs me, and it calms my mind and I don't have to think about so many trivial things."

Wu Hao was slightly stunned, the latter would rarely say such a thing, although the smile was quite bitter and far-fetched, but under the illumination of a little starlight, his bewitching face was still so handsome and beautiful, and his demeanor was charming.

"But your heart hasn't calmed down much." Wu Hao stared straight at Ming Feng, as if he wanted to see through his eyes.

In the distance, except for the occasional faint wolf howl, the whole night sky was extremely quiet, as if there was only the slight breathing sound of two people.

"Sometimes, things can't be done, then let it be casual, there is no need to take some things too seriously, life in the world, unsatisfactory is the first of ten, can afford to put down, is a comfortable person, if a person's world is always a miserable fog, then life is too painful."

The four eyes touched, Wu Hao did not see the indifference of looking at everything in the world coldly, but only saw infinite sadness and helplessness, as if the life and death fate of all living beings carried the heaviness and oppression on him alone.

The long eyelashes blinked, like a circle of smart love silk, tightly entangled the fate of the two of them. No matter how much Wuhao struggles and dodges, he will not be able to escape or break free.

In an instant, however, that feeling vanished, and his eyes returned to their usual indifference, his arms folded on his knees, revealing infinite loneliness, staring into the boundless darkness in the distance, and falling into silence.

Whether Ming Feng listened to it or ignored his words, Wu Hao couldn't see it, so he sighed lightly and looked up at the sky with him, and he didn't know if he was talking to Ming Feng, or he was muttering to himself: "You can't change the past or reverse the future, so just be calm and let everything go with the flow, life is your own, and you naturally have to live for yourself." ”

The short conversation ended so slowly, Ming Feng didn't speak, and the two who lost the topic fell into a silent atmosphere, and the dark night also reminded Wu Hao of many past events.

Tomorrow is to go to see the so-called ruins of the ancient mansion, the Zhiyang Treasure Medicine is bound to be obtained, if there are some opportunities, it is naturally good, however, once this time passes, the period of experience is over, and he still doesn't know who is behind the scenes......

And Uncle Mo, I don't know how it is now, thinking of those weak bodies that are a little rickety, as well as the white hair on his head, the scum on his face and the old faces that do not match his age, Wu Hao's heart is full of pain.

He has been an orphan since he was a child, he doesn't know who his parents are, Uncle Mo has always raised him, with hard work, more than ten years of nurturing grace, which is not trivial, Wu Hao regards him as his biological father, and respects him very much.

It's just that since he came to the Yuanqi Sect, he hasn't gone home again, and the lonely cold eyes and ridicule he has suffered in the sect have made him mature and have a deep longing for home.

"When I have the opportunity, I must go home to see if Uncle Mo is okay, and by the way, I should also ask my parents......" Sighing lightly, Wu Hao was quite emotional, and there was an indescribable sadness in his heart, and for a while, thousands of thoughts rushed to his heart, and he felt a little uncontrollable.

biological parents, this word is quite distant and unfamiliar to Wu Hao, when he was a child, he naturally asked Uncle Mo about his parents, but whenever he mentioned it, he deliberately avoided it, what is the secret behind this, Wu Hao doesn't know anything.

The palm of his hand reached into his chest and took out an ornament, which was a round white jade, which was interspersed and hung on his neck by Wu Hao with a thin rope, the white jade was cool in his hand, and it felt very good, and he didn't know what kind of material it was made of.

On the front of it is carved a strange pattern, it seems to be a fox, but it is very strange, the tail is actually nine tails, the eyes are glowing with a faint green light, it seems to be able to shoot directly into the soul of people, extremely demonic.

On the reverse side of the white jade, there is a word: "Ling!" ”

Bai Yu has been hung around his neck by Wu Hao since he was a child, Uncle Mo said, this is the only thing left by his mother, Bai Yu is ordinary, I can't see the slightest other peculiarity, the only weird thing is that the two green eyes with a fox pattern seem to be able to really hook people's souls, after watching it for a long time, there is a feeling that the soul is going to leave the body, strange and demonic.

If you don't look at those green eyes, you won't have that kind of trance illusion, Wu Hao has been holding it on his chest for so many years, and nothing strange has happened, but no matter what, this is the only thing left by his mother who has never seen it, and Wu Hao must keep it safe.

Suppressing the abrupt loneliness in his heart, not thinking too much, a gust of night breeze blew on his face, and there was a burst of coldness, Wu Hao's body trembled, and said to Ming Feng beside him: "Ming Feng, we ......"

Turning his head and squinting at the Ming Feng on the side, he stopped half of the words, I don't know when the Ming Feng next to him was slowly asleep, but his little head fell on his shoulder, and there seemed to be a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, and he slept so sweetly and so deeply.

Wu Hao smiled bitterly, and for a while he fell into an embarrassing situation where he didn't know what to do, only to feel that there was a faint fragrance around him, faintly coming from the end of his nose, and reaching his deep heart.

The faint fragrance seemed to be tightly wrapped in his heart, unable to erase it, unable to dissolve, and his heartstrings moved slightly inexplicably.

Wu Hao couldn't help but look at him twice, but he couldn't take his eyes off for a while, just stared at him leisurely and stupidly, for a long, long time......

In the early morning, the white clouds are fluttering, and the sun that has not been seen for a long time can not wait to rise, illuminating the land very brightly, and it seems that today is a good weather again.

Between the mountains and forests, people are inaccessible, occasionally you can hear a few crisp birdsong, quiet and tactful, very pleasant, walking in this kind of woods, it is refreshing, good mood.

The fog was misty, and the rising sun was shining on it, and it looked very illusory.

On a slightly narrow mountain road, there are three figures, slowly moving forward, looking carefully, you can see these three people are not very old, their faces are delicate, they look like teenagers, and occasionally say a few words, quite harmonious and peaceful.

In addition to Wu Hao, Cao Jianren, and Ming Feng, who else will there be?

What fate awaits them, and will they be able to turn the tide and return safely?

What kind of cruel reality awaits them in the near future?

But the three of them didn't know anything, they didn't understand anything, and they walked and walked and walked like this, happily and carefree......