The sun and the moon alternate, the four seasons rotate, and the years suddenly change.

In December, winter comes, and the earth is covered with silver, covered with a layer of snow-white veil.

Under the winter snow, the mountains and forests are towering, the peaks are dangerous and steep, and all living things return to their nests to avoid winter. The cold wind blows, causing them to be desolate.

Outside the mountains and forests, a peak covered by wind and snow is the place where goshawks build their nests to survive.

The rising sun shines rays of light through the clouds and mist, which coincides with the best reflection on the cliffs and caves.

The wind and snow outside the cave were howling, and it was swirling between the dangerous peaks, without falling snow.

"Ho ho ho..."

Without the attack of wind and snow, a heavy and slow sound came from the cave, which was like an old blower.

When you look at the cave, it is small and deep. No wonder the wind and snow fall and it is a rare place to escape from the cold.

After looking carefully, I saw a yellow and thin figure lying on the dead branches and the sound of the bird's nest made of hay was also made.

The figure is the goshawk who successfully pulls out feathers, takes off his claws, and smashes his beaks.

At this time, the down feathers on the goshawk's body were gone, only the flesh that looked like chicken skin was exposed, and the black-brown side of the claws were covered with blood scabs left by drying blood.

When looking at the head, the original beak disappeared, and the head, which was not as big as a citrus, was mottled and miserable.

At this time, the goshawk was numb and dull, lying motionless, and no longer moved except for the dull and heavy gasps.

But if you explore the depths and clamp down the roots, you will find that the eagle's unsightly eyes are still retained, staring at a stone wall without blinking.

Where, the stone walls are covered with potholes and scratches, like a young child holding a chisel and creating randomly, without forming a shape.

This is the great achievement left by the goshawks hitting their beaks.

The broken long beak has long been accompanied by the edges and corners of the stone wall and has settled in the blood scabs.

Since October, the goshawk has been covered with scars and persisted for sixty days and nights.

It was also from then on that the goshawk's eyes never left the potholes' stone walls.

As if he was obsessed, staring at the stone wall, a trace of hope would emerge in the heart of the goshawk, so as to soothe the double blow on his soul and body.

He even made up his mind to smash the bird's beak like a skull, taking the first step that deterred countless people.

So... freshman, is it still far away?

Ghawk actually has no confidence in his own "rebirth".

After all, I dragged my seriously injured body for 150 days without getting in or eating at all. Even if I put it on the birds with strong vitality, it would appear too slim and powerless.

Originally, according to the previous life, whether it is feathers, claws or bird beaks, they are carried out separately and step by step.

But the goshawk felt it was too incredible and did not do it.

After all, whether it is a claw or a bird's beak, how can it grow over time?

Since it is difficult to survive, the eagle is cruel and completes all the steps in one breath, just to fight with one's back, and if you fail, you will be successful.

At this moment, the only thing Goshawks can do may be to stick to the last glimmer of hope in their hearts and leave it to fate.

…………

Time flies, and the sun and the moon pass by.

In a blink of an eye, the new year is coming, the cold wind stops and the winter snow is hard to keep.

The warm sun in March shines, the snow on the earth melts, the gurgling snow water drips from the top of the pines and cypresses, the ice diamonds on the cliffs of the mountain stream are refracted and shines, and the delicate green breaks through the silver suit, bringing new life.

In the cliff nest, the eagle's body was shriveled and rugged, and the flesh was loose and mottled. A faint smell of rotten smell was emitted. If it weren't for the chest and the slight ups and downs that were hard to see in the naked eye, it would be no different from a dead corpse.

Of course, at this time, it is better to exhale and less intake, and it is all about surviving with one breath.

The eagle still stared at the stone wall with her eyes, but she lost her early spirit, with bloodshot in her eyes, and even the blink of an eye was gone.

Besides, the goshawks dare not blink at will.

I am afraid that in this blink of an eye, it will be forever.

Thin...wow...

I don’t know when the light outside the cave dimmed, and a sound of water dripping came in.

"Ho~ho~~"

Hearing the sound of rain outside the cave, the eagle seemed to be hit hard in his heart. His dying body trembled slightly, and his thick breathing came out, and his eyes finally left the stone wall.

As if the light is back, the goshawk is struggling to turn his attention to the scene outside the cave.

Clouds come one after another.

The wind, ups and downs.

The rain falls lightly.

Sun, the hidden light avoids.

The wind and clouds surging outside the cave, gathering and dispersing, and the spring rain scattered wildly, like a sharp ticking of jade beads, bringing endless vitality to the earth.

"Ho~Hoho~~"

Staring at the drops of spring rain, the eyes of the eagle shone again, and its body twisted tremblingly, as if it was a comeback.

"Five, five months?"

"I finally got through it, and finally... I still got through it!"

As his eyes dripped, the goshawk had already fallen into a numb heart and started to whisper, but his voice was just a heavy panting filled with dusk air.

"Sure enough, the legends that have been circulated widely are just legends."

"It's just a pity that my two lives have been so confused."

"I didn't expect that my way of death would be so unbearable. It's so sad, so alas!"

When the goshawk recalled the past in his mind, he couldn't help but feel sore in his heart. A speechless feeling hit his eyes, revealing endless sadness.

With some strength from where I got it, the broken body of the eagle gradually stood upright and staggered towards the outside of the cave.

He knew that his life had reached its end.

What is the rebirth of the eagle? After all, it is a false spread that deceives the world.

Since I don’t have the right to live now.

Then, I must also take the full advantage of death and not leave any regrets!

Stepping on the cliffs outside the cave, standing on the top of the mountain, looking out.

Seeing the spring rain and breeze intersecting, feeling the earth gradually rising, but the complex mood of the goshawks is rarely calmed down.

Looking forward to the past, now, the obsession in the goshawk let go, and an unspeakable feeling surged into his heart, wanting to vent.

"Cry!!!"

With his chest raised and his head raised, the eagle seemed to have returned to his majestic time in his early years. He cried with an eagle and hissed at the sky. Even at this time, even the bird's beak was broken.

Thunderbolt...

In an instant, the wind and clouds swelled, silver light poured out, and a lightning broke through the cloud curtain, alarming the dragon and snake, illuminating thousands of miles. Then, the sound of jade porcelain bursting came from the sky.

Suddenly, dust and smoke aroused, and the plants and trees were shining. The birds and beasts that were originally dormant in the cave suddenly woke up, feeling the panic power mixed with the thunder in the explosion of spring thunder.

Amid the crying, the goshawks looked up at the sky with their eyes, and their eyes were firm and sharp, and they had all their vitality.

In the flash of lightning, the goshawk seemed to see two blue and purple lights falling from the sky, hitting his eyebrows.

Bang--

With a muffled sound, the goshawk's eyes closed and his body fell down straight and tilted.

But, incredible.

Just in the broken and decaying body of the goshawk, an extremely powerful force of vitality surged out and filled his body in an instant.

A drastic baptism was carried out on the body of the goshawk.

It seemed as if I felt something, the tips of the eyebrows that were not easy to see were slightly relaxed, as if I was relieved.

On March, thunder sounded and everything revived.

I don’t know if the eagle had already expected the thunder of the Waking of Insects, but it happened to be a coincidence.
Chapter completed!