Chapter 1660

The wind and snow stopped, and there was a vast expanse of white between heaven and earth. It was dazzling white, like a chimera all over the world. It was some tragic, in a silent memorial to the past.

Chu Feng is like a dead man lying under the ice and snow. Although the cold is biting, it is not as cold as his heart. He only feels that the ice is silent and life has lost its meaning.

He is no different from a dead body. He doesn't want to move, think or revive his mind. He just wants to lie on the cold frozen soil silently and doesn't want to wake up.

Living is a kind of pain for him. There are endless injuries. He can't accept the death of those old people, let alone think of the pictures of his wife and children's tragic and violent death. Those are like knives and swords. Every time they fall, his heart splashes a lot of blood, killing his heart and soul.

Death may be very simple. All the pain can end. There is no more sadness and no more pain madness. However, there is his own weakest and vague voice echoing in the deepest heart. I... Can't die and haven't revenge yet!

It was not until one day that Chu Feng turned a wisp of mind from the numb world. The ice and snow melted. He lay on the muddy and lifeless land and was briefly awakened by the sound of spring thunder.

But soon, his eyes were red like blood, a long howl, if the beast was crazy, like a crazy prisoner hitting the prison, he was disheveled, knelt on one knee and gasped.

Day after day, all appeared in his mind. The tragic picture that suffocated him appeared again, drove him crazy and made him roar. Then he staggered up and ran on the earth.

No matter who sees it, he will think that he is a completely crazy person. He has no spirit and spirit. There are only pain and beast like growls, with scattered eyes and blood color.

Until the night came, Chu Feng didn't know how many miles he ran out. Then he fell on the barren earth with a bang. His chest pain fluctuated violently, his blood color in his eyes receded slightly, and he woke up a lot from his madness.

He looked down at his hands. There was still residual blood. He also looked at the ragged war clothes on his body. There was also a bleak red that woke up. It was the blood splashed out after the disintegration of the parent-child body, and it was also the last trace left by the child.

Chu Feng's heart was aching and he was going crazy again. He held his hands in front of his chest, protecting the residual blood on the broken battle clothes, looked up at the sky miserably, and his eyes were endless despair.

"Only these are left..." Chu Feng looked at the residual blood on his body and seemed to be holding the most precious thing in the world. He was afraid that it would disappear in the blink of an eye and would never be seen again.

He had no tears to shed, but he sobbed. The pain of tearing his heart and the memories bit by bit were like countless fairy swords stabbed in his heart. The more he didn't want to recall, the clearer the day was. The dense swords and halberds fell, leaving his heart full of holes and blood splashing.

The picture of that day was like a heavy bloody mountain falling down, which made him almost want to be crushed to pieces and suffocate with pain.

The night wind was not small. The hair of Chu Feng was gray white, dim and without any luster. He was distracted when he saw the long hair raised in front of his chest.

He once laughed and scolded. He just entered the world of mortals and walked around the world brilliantly. He was also in high spirits and turned over the enemies of the same generation with one hand.

Up to now, the light of endless decadence, sour, pain, self-confidence and strength has all faded, leaving only silence and gloom.

He looked up blankly, powerless, depressed and desperate. Even if he regained his mind and no longer lay on the ground like a dead body, he also felt that once he had died, how many past events could be repeated and how many laughter could be reappeared. He was no longer the young man who entered the world of mortals and walked brightly. He was not old and his long hair was gray, Although his whole face was still young because of his strength, it was pale without a trace of blood.

"I once ventured into the world in high spirits and tried to kill all the strange enemies, but now there is nothing left!"

He lost all his relatives, friends and those brilliant heroes. They were gone. All died in the war, leaving only himself.

In the past, the young Chu Feng didn't care about anything. He always hung a smile that shook people's eyes like the morning glow. Now they are all gone. His temperament has changed greatly and is no longer the past. He is asking himself, am I dead? The world is vast, no longer nostalgia, the whole person is gray, there is no brilliance in the heart, only bleak.

Until a long time later, Chu Feng trembled and left all the blood on his hand on the broken battle clothes. He was careful, like holding his parents and children, and gently put it into the stone jar, which was stored in an unbreakable space and in a painful memory.

The moon is very big. It shines brightly on the ground. The bright moon reflects thousands of brilliance in the past. Chu Feng seems to see all living beings, see the once great world of mortals, see one hazy old friend after another, smile at him and wave at him in the distance.

However, he walked forward and tried to look, but nothing was seen. Under the full moon, the ruins of the great world were endless desolation. The lone wolf howled like crying. Tombs were everywhere, and bones could be seen everywhere on the roadside. How desolate and bleak.

Chu Feng staggered forward. The whole era was buried. The whole world was boundless. Was he the only one left?

The moon shines in the sky, but the world can no longer return to the past. The moon is still that month. It reflects the brilliant world all through the ages. The world is bright and romantic for thousands of years. Although the moon remains today, all the world is the past. Broken walls, heroes and young women turn to dust.

He was a little sober and no longer crazy, but he couldn't help crying, couldn't hide the acid and pain in his heart, wanted to cry, but he could only shout hoarsely.

The bright moon shines on ancient and modern times. The moonlight is hazy, but it is not soft at all. It is like a cold tulle. The chill is piercing, and can not cover the sadness of the ages.

How many heroes have become the past and how many splendid people have been buried in the ruins. The sky of history and the glorious scroll are burned to ashes. Looking all over the world, he is left alone with the ruins.

Chu Feng walked alone, and the road ahead was dark. He couldn't find a fellow walker. He had endless sadness, desolation, unprecedented loneliness and realized the desolation of the ages.

Many days later, Chu Feng didn't know where he was. He went crazy and confused. He couldn't get out of the dim area in his heart and see the light.

He told himself that to live, to become strong, and not to be decadent forever, but he couldn't control himself. He immersed himself in the past for a long time, thinking about those people and all kinds of the past. What can he do and change alone now?

In the final World War I, everyone died. What ability does he have to change the world?

He will never forget that all the pictures of the fall of the quasi Immortal Emperor, including the famine, the leaf and the female emperor, have died. Since then, there is no emperor in the world. Can he fight the general trend like a rolling torrent alone?

Even if you become an Immortal Emperor, you will be crushed into powder.

Who died? They are the ceilings of each historical period, the protagonists of each world, and the most brilliant heroes of their respective times, but they all fell in the final war.

Chu Feng leaned back against a rock, but he felt pain but powerless.

Those people, those figures reflected in the sky, are a large gathering of brilliant heroes in history. All heroes come together, but they still don't overcome the strangeness after all. Finally, the emperor falls and people die in battle. The wish of the heroes is not fulfilled. Their depression cools their blood and blocks their chest.

"When the emperor falls to the world, all saints and sages are buried in the ruins!" Chu Feng stumbled and walked alone in the night. He had no goal and no direction. He was the only one whose hoarse words echoed under the night sky.

He couldn't see the way ahead. So many people died. He had the ambition to swallow the sky and was more vengeful, but in the end, he was at a loss. How did he defeat the whole plateau alone? Four ancestors, three immortal emperors, countless strange creatures, and the combat power at the top of the pyramid in Ecuador can be revived

As soon as Chu Feng left, he stepped through the broken mountains and rivers and the dilapidated ruins for several months. He didn't know which side of the world this was. He was thousands of miles in the bare land and never saw people.

He was sober, confused and decadent, but he lived and walked aimlessly. He was often crazy and became a real Chu Madman. If he was seen by his old friends, he would cry and feel sad for him. Once he dared to provoke anyone and was not afraid of heaven and earth. The Chu wind devil was crazy and sad.

When he woke up, he ran recklessly on the earth. When he was tired, he fell directly to the ground, motionless, looked up at the sun, moon and stars, sleepless and silent.

He told himself in his heart that he should clean up the gloom in his heart, not be decadent. After all, he should face the bloody reality. Even if he is defeated in the future, he should cheer up. The world is buried, and he is left alone. If he doesn't get up for revenge, who else can stand up?

He is crazy, running, sleepless, lying on his back, just to heal the endless wounds in his heart. He wants to heal his broken heart with time.

He said to himself, dormancy, adjustment, adaptation, I will stand out after all, to face the earth and the terrible plateau!

Stumbling, walking and stopping, Chu Feng is slowly healing his heart. No one can communicate. He can't see the world of mortals in the past. Only the remaining beasts can be seen occasionally.

Chu Feng's days of madness became less, but people were more and more silent. They walked on this dilapidated land for nearly two years.

Until one day, he found human traces, saw the villages on the ruins and the rebuilt cities. After all, the human beings in this world are not dead.

In addition, he also saw other races one after another. Although the earth was broken, many ethnic groups survived, but there were few people.

Chu Feng walked through the settlements of various nationalities one after another. Many areas of the world were affected, thousands of miles of bare land, but some areas retained the original style, and the damage was not very serious.

Until one day, Chu Feng was tired and tired. He stopped in a small town. He didn't think about anything else and didn't pay attention to anything. He just lay down on the roadside and went to sleep. He told himself that it was time to jump out and take a nap in this long lost world of mortals. He would eventually sweep away the haze and decadence and dispel the gloom in his heart.

What image, honor or disgrace, he had already abandoned along the way. He left if he wanted to go, and fell if he wanted to fall down. He didn't care about the eyes of passers-by.

Now he is ragged, gray hair is messy, and his face lacks blood color. It seems that a long-term ill man fell on the road and fainted.

I don't know how long later, Chu Feng was gently touched. He opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding scenery and people.

Broken towns, narrow streets and pedestrians in a hurry. Two years later, the great disaster of the past has not completely recovered from fear.

At this time, a child of only four or five years old was beside him. It was the child who gently touched Chu Feng and woke him up.

His little face was dirty, and his little clothes were more ragged than Chu Feng's. only his eyes were pure, but now he was timid and afraid of Chu Feng.

The child's small hand held half a steamed bun and was careful about his wings. He was like a treasure. He was afraid of losing it. He held it in his hands and sent it to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was stunned and woke up. He hasn't recovered yet.

The little boy shouted, motioned Chu Feng again and sent the steamed bread.

He is a little mute. He can't speak. He can only shout and express himself with action.

Chu Feng soon understood what he meant, looked around, and understood the child's situation. He was a little beggar and a poor little beggar.

Chu Feng sighed. The child's heart is very kind. He is so young, but he is still mute at the age of four or five. He even gave him the food he rarely asks for.

Soon, the child made another gesture, pointed to an old man lying in the corner of the street in the distance, smiled timidly and said something.

Chu Feng's perception is so strong that he understands what he means. It is the child's grandfather who once told the child that Chu Feng lying on the roadside may be ill, hungry and unconscious.

Suddenly, Chu Feng's face soon froze. The old man had been dead for two hours, and the body was a little cold.

But the child didn't know it at all.

The little boy cried twice, broke off a piece of steamed bread, gently put it in Chu Feng's hand, then turned around, ran to the corner of the street, smiled happily, gently shook the old man, shouted, held the steamed bread, and wanted to give it to him.

At this moment, Chu Feng's nose was sour. The poor little beggar, a sensible child, didn't know that his grandfather had died.

The little boy cried a few times. Without waking up his grandfather, he gently covered the old man with a thin and ragged quilt. He waited for his grandfather to wake up. From time to time, he looked down at the steamed bun in his hand and showed a happy and satisfied smile, but he was reluctant to eat.

At this moment, Chu Feng's heart was touched. Such a simple child, such a young child who even lost his ability to speak, was heartless and heartless. The pure smile of incomparable satisfaction made his nose sour.

The simple worldly feeling between the little boy and the old man made Chu Feng's dark area seem to be dispersed all at once. He felt the long lost warm current surging in his heart.

The four or five-year-old child is very ignorant. He doesn't know or understand many things. He happily holds the steamed bread and guards the old man. He doesn't know the truth that his dependent grandfather has died.

When Chu Feng saw it, he would smile shyly and timidly and shout twice, as if he were greeting with courage.

For a moment, Chu Feng's tears rolled out. He thought of his parent-child Chu an. He didn't protect him, nor did he grow up with him. He didn't accompany him for a day. How was Chu an when he was a child? Was he as simple, poor and lovely as a child?

For a moment, Chu Feng felt some pain in his heart. His eyes had dried up so that he could no longer shed tears. He tried to think about what his parents and children looked like and what kind of state they were when they were young, toddler and babbling

Chu Feng trembled and looked up to the sky. He didn't want to cry again, but he couldn't control his emotions.

He didn't see Chu an as a child. He could only think about it constantly. A small figure in his heart was gradually clear. Compared with the children in front of him, their eyes were so pure.

He didn't really see the state of his child when he was young. Chu Feng substituted the child, and the two overlapped.

Chu Feng couldn't help walking over, squatting down and gently hugging the ragged child.

At first, the little boy was a little afraid. He shouted twice, flattered and smiled in front of his grandfather, but found Chu Feng crying, and just gently hugged him in place, not to take him away by force, so he was relieved.

With a little hesitation, the child stretched out his dirty little hand and carefully wiped away the tears on Chu Feng's face.

"My child!" Chu Feng cried. At this moment, he hugged the child as his own child. In a moment of emotional resonance, he couldn't help bursting into tears.

The little boy was a little scared. He was timid, like comforting Chu Feng in a low voice, but he couldn't speak and could only spread monotonous syllables.

"Good boy, are you comforting me when you are so young? From now on, you will be my child!" Chu Feng picked up the child. He felt sour, bitter, painful and compassionate. The child deeply touched his heart. He wanted to raise the child well.

Chu Feng buried the old man without telling the child. In the child's ignorant eyes, he lied to him again and again, saying that the old man woke up after falling asleep, went on a long trip, and would not come back until a long time later. Next, he would live with him and wait for the old man to go home.

It's not a complete deception. Chu Feng lives in this small town and has a home. He belongs to a small yard for him and the child. He doesn't have any high and far plans for the time being. He just wants to accompany the child who can't speak and raise him. In his heart, there are too many regrets and lack of due obligations. He did not grow up with his parents and children and did not protect him. Chu Feng has an incomparable desire to return to Chu an's childhood and make up for all his shortcomings. Now, he regards children as his own children. After the initial uneasiness, fear, tears and missing the old man, the child gradually adapted. With the passing of day after day, he was no longer timid and had delicious food. Someone kindly protected him and accompanied him. He smiled foolishly again. After a period of time, Chu Feng felt that the cold areas in his heart and the dim corners were completely filled with warmth. He did not take the child as a substitute, but really liked the child and completely regarded it as his own. Wash the little boy's face and put on new clothes. Chu Feng's heart trembled. The child's eyes and eyebrows were really similar to him. Is this God's compensation and gift? no After too much experience, even the so-called God has been turned into death. How can Chu Feng believe that the so-called God and destiny are just things torn by the strange ancestor. Chu Feng helps the little boy to recuperate his body with his extraordinary means. He is no longer a little mute. He recovers slowly and can speak. One year, two years... Over the years, Chu Feng grew up with him. He wanted to see him get married and have children. He lived a peaceful and complete life. As the child grew up, Chu Feng's heart became more and more brilliant. Once he swept away the haze, he was gradually coming back“ The world's evolutionists, once heroes, are almost buried, leaving only myself. How can I be decadent? Even if I am the only one left on this broken ruins, I will eventually stand out! " After more than ten years of ordinary life in the small town, Chu Feng's heart is more and more calm, his eyes are more and more divine, and his state of mind has completed a transformation“ Rise in ruin! " With the passage of time, the former child is now at the age of getting a wife and having children, and Chu Feng's faith is becoming more and more firm. His broken heart and broken world can't trap him. One day, he will enter the plateau! This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.