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Zhong Ming walked quickly past and picked up Xuanhao, who was sitting against the wall.

Zhong Ming frowned and wanted to ask about Xuanhao's situation. What had happened to Xuanhao just now? It turned out to be what he is now. Zhong Ming carefully examined Xuanhao's body with his divine sense, but the result of the divine sense detection was that Xuanhao's body was not any different, even healthy. Zhong Ming has no way to understand it. Xuanhao looks like himself who had been damaged in his divine sense. However, is the divine consciousness that he has just recovered from being eroded again?

"Relax." Zhong Ming's eyes are sharp and dignified. Although he can directly enter Xuanhao's sea of knowledge, he needs to be instructed by Xuanhao out of respect for Xuanhao.

Although Xuanhao looks powerless, pale lips, and dehydrated, he seems extremely vulnerable and powerless, but he can still mobilize his thinking to understand Xuanhao's meaning. Knowing that Zhong Ming wanted to check the sea, he nodded. His pale face leaned against the wall behind him. The back of his head pressed tightly against the wall and closed his eyes. The shadow of long and thick eyelashes cast on Xuanhao's face, pulling out thick shadows, which made Xuanhao even more vulnerable at the moment.

After checking Xuanhao's knowledge of the sea, Zhong Ming withdrew after confirming that there was no problem.

Zhong Ming didn't dare to ask Xuanhao how he looked now, so he sat quietly with him on the ground.

Now the ground is particularly flat. Those broken stones were all blown away when the array was broken. There are only a few scattered wall ashes left on the ground.

When Xuanhao finally regains his strength, Zhong Ming shifts his empty eyes to Xuanhao's face. Xuanhao's slightly lax eyes look very different from usual. He is always energetic, evil or gentle. He always exudes the unique charm of a young man. However, now he is like an old man who is dying. His eyes are silent like a pool of stagnant water, without a trace of waves. He looks forward to the front with a dull look.

Zhong Ming looked at such a Xuanhao for a long time without any action, but quietly looked at such a young and frivolous young man who seemed to have experienced a thousand sails. He now gives the feeling of the bell, as if his heart had died like ashes, as if he could sit down to the end of time.

Xuanhao looks at it like this. Zhong Ming sits beside Xuanhao and looks at him. He seems to be in a dilemma. Zhong Ming speculates that it may be because of Xuanhao's previous experience.

If Zhong Ming is right, if Xuanhao still has a dead knot, it must be part of Xuanhao's memory. Zhong Ming had thought before that the city seemed so dangerous. Xuanhao's demons were so obvious that it was easy to be taken advantage of. Therefore, Zhongming let Xuanhao rest. However, although Zhongming and Xuanhao were on guard against everything, they were still trapped by the cannibal City, and Xuanhao was still hurt.

As Zhong Ming did not expect, Xuanhao seemed to have been hit by an extremely powerful spirit. This incident is indeed directly related to the magnificent, tragic and heroic past that Zhong Ming saw before.

Many people say that war is the cruelest thing. There are many people who have experienced the war. After the war, people will only remember those brave men who are buried in the ground, but will forget those who survived after the war. The survivors, after the baptism of war, most people will have psychological trauma, and can not be cured for life. These hidden wounds will follow the survivors for a lifetime, and they will be left with traces of the wounds left by the war until the survivors are settled down.

Xuanhao is like those who survived. What he left in his heart was the sacrifice of the whole family to guard the peace and desolation of the frontier of the divine world, and the tragic experience of his two tragic deaths.

In fact, Zhong Ming didn't want to, but Xuanhao didn't want to. He thought he had forgotten the specific details of those days. However, memories always make people different. The more Xuanhao thinks he has forgotten, the deeper he remembers.

People always say that time is a good medicine to cure all wounds. However, the effect of time on Xuanhao and Zhongming is different. Time can only be the catalyst for Zhong Ming to grow up and his revenge flame. Time is like a sleeping pill for Xuanhao. He thought he was very strong and could survive. It was like taking a medicine to sleep. However, it was hard to wake up. Without sleeping pills, he still couldn't sleep. Xuanhao was still sad when he thought about it, and felt extremely sad and miserable. His heart felt as if it had been clenched in the palm of someone's hand, and he felt uncomfortable breathing. This kind of psychological state, if put on the earth, is probably the precursor of depression outbreak. However, Zhong Ming knows what Xuanhao is doing. If he can be easily fooled by this little trick, he will not be him. He believes in Xuanhao very much. He will be able to get through this difficulty by himself, but Zhong Ming doesn't need to watch Xuanhao wandering around on the edge of danger.

As soon as he reached out, he grabbed Xuanhao's hair. His hair had reached his shoulder, and he looked like a girl who was slightly neutral. However, his flat figure, protruding Adam's knot and his temperament added a little bit of beauty to his beauty. His hair is a little bit astringent. In these days of fighting, he hardly has much time to tidy up his appearance. A good and beautiful boy just needs to grow a beard to become a greasy uncle.Xuanhao disliked it a little. He used a cleaning spell, washed his side from head to toe, and then dried Xuanhao's clothes with drying mantra. The whole process took less than five minutes.

After Zhong Ming finished, he felt a little bit of accomplishment when he looked like a human being. He was inexplicably happy to teach his children to do something. However, the excitement will pass, and the bell will only stay for a moment, and they will no longer care about these chores. He intended to let Xuanhao relax a little, so that he would not indulge in the difficulties that he did not want to say and could not cross. Even if he had lived in the gutter all his life, he would have to learn to sit in the gutter, look up at the stars, see the vast world outside, and occasionally imagine a beautiful world. This world, who does not have pain, who does not suffer, no one smooth sailing. Born as a human being, you can't change your destiny, but you can practice until you fly. When you are in the sky, you will not be controlled by the so-called destiny. And Xuanhao, as Hou Yi, the ancient god of the dragon clan, has this ability. As long as he wants, he can fly in place anytime and anywhere, which is not the inheritance of the dragon clan.

However, there is a trace of incompleteness in the inheritance that Xuanhao's father gave him. Xuanhao thought that he was not qualified to see it before. After the death of the whole family, he thought he didn't need to see it. Therefore, the memory and everything of the dragon clan were sealed in the memory stone and hidden in a place Xuanhao tried his best to forget.

After Zhongming separated from Xuanhao, Xuanhao stepped on the stone and entered a dreamland, experiencing all the things he had experienced before. This time, he didn't feel any pain. He could only watch one compatriot die in front of him. There was nothing he could do. He could only say that he would not die in such a place. But after all, he couldn't bear the second malicious damage.

Xuanhao is not just a dragon. From the moment he becomes a human being, Xuanhao is destined to keep a close relationship with the structure of human beings all his life. Moreover, the Shenlong clan in ancient times was more advanced than the human race. Xuanhao's spiritual world is no less inferior than real human beings, and even far more than human beings of the same age. But it is precisely because of this that his mentality will collapse.

It's said that stupid people are lucky. It's not a good thing that people are too smart and too sensitive. Especially when Xuanhao saw his appointment plan that eventually led to the extinction of all the clansmen, including himself, the ancient dragon, Xuanhao felt that he was about to cry. But he couldn't cry. It was not that the man didn't cry when he had tears, but that moment of guilt, remorse, regret and sadness were so overwhelming that he couldn't even cry if he wanted to. He knew it would be like this, and he would not join them in the ceremony. If he did not go, would there be no such tragic event of the dragon family extermination in this world?

Zhong Ming slowly said some words of consolation, trying to comfort Xuanhao. However, he found that he was very smooth. In this case, he could put the names of Zhongming and Xuanhao together, which was quite inspirational. This eloquence is also an art of making money

The more he thought about it, the more biased he became. However, time began to slow down. Until he felt enough of his own wishful thinking, he stood up.

Zhong Ming raised his hand and patted Xuanhao on the shoulder. His voice was deep and pleasant. There was a trace of coldness in his voice: "get up, keep going."

Zhong Ming accompanied Xiao Xuanhao to hurt the spring and autumn for a period of time, which was the limit that Zhong Ming could bear. He watched Zhong Ming's face gradually improve, and he planned to get up and go down the tower.

Xuanhao is really striving for success. Although he is in a turbulent mood, his heart is filled with 10000 kinds of pessimistic chicks. Xuanhao has no idea. His only idea now is to get lingcao as soon as possible, or ask the owner for a tranquil pill to eat.

Thinking of this, in the case of Xuanhao's painstaking efforts to adjust, Zhong Ming still looked up and knew what Xuanhao wanted, so he handed him a meditation pill. However, Jingxin pill is no different from sleeping pills on earth. It's OK to take one pill. If you eat too much, you will have dependence. Zhong Ming then said, "you can't rely on this pill. It's the drug's three parts of poison. Although I can clear your erysipelas, you'd better not add this weakness to yourself." Zhong Ming glanced at Xuanhao, slowly and deliberately, so that Xuanhao could hear clearly.

Xuanhao nodded, raised his hand and threw the medicine into his mouth.

He raised his arm and stood up against the wall. Although his lips were still white, he felt very good.

Slowly and firmly, Zhong Ming and Xuanhao stepped into the stairs on the right side of the room and went down all the way.

They're coming to the first floor.

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