This is like a confrontation between water and fire. The defilement hidden in the whole world and the dirt contained in it seem to have been completely washed away.

On this continent that has been dark for many years, there are more and more light spots. In the end, the earth seems to be trapped in a silent sea of ​​fire.

The fire burned for three days and two nights without bystanders.

On the evening of the third day, a sigh suddenly came from the depths of the sea. The holy white seeds finally fell into ashes in the flames. As the dust settled, the towering huge plants on the "Shenxing Island" trembled in pain for a moment on the top of the sea, and then collapsed with a bang.

The shadow roots that entrenched in this world fall apart in the flames.

When the holy fire is ignited, all losses will be reborn.

The dazzling sunset is on the distant sea level.

It reflects the bloody color of the mountains and rivers.

Three days later, the sound of seabirds singing began to be near the island, and a small splash of water was in the shallow sea, and fish were wandering past below.

At this time, a small green snake as thick as a thumb emerged from somewhere, swinging its noodle-like body overestimating its ability, trying to sway through the sea water.

But the sea has always been calm on the surface, and whoever travels knows.

This little snake, which was not as thick as a kelp, was soon ruthlessly ridiculed by the sea wind and waves. Its route was completely Brownian movement, sometimes rushed to the other side, sometimes rushed to the other side, making it dizzy, and finally angrily turned itself into a circle connected to the end, and gave up the broken can and wandered with the water.

It drifted with the flow for a long time, and suddenly it was blocked by something.

The little green snake hit a green vine. It was startled, raised its head in a dilemma, stretched out the snake letter and explored it left and right. After estimating the height and width of the green vine, it felt that it would probably not be able to fit around the whole plate. So it decisively abandoned its dignity as a poisonous snake, completely transformed into a vegetable green insect, twisted the insect and crawled upwards.

The green vines seemed to have no roots, quietly entrenched near the sea and waters, unmoving in the wind and waves, with a bright red flower blooming at the top.

Each petal is nearly two meters long, and sometimes a few drops of water are splashed by sea water. At first glance, it seems to have been sprinkled with broken diamonds.

The little green snake struggled to climb up along the edge of the petals, and saw a man curled up at the center of the flower. The man also had an ordinary little walnut on his neck.

It seemed as if it had found the end, and crawled over with peace of mind, nestled beside the man, and took the warmth of the human body in the sea breeze.

As for Chu Huan, he had a long dream.

Everyone will probably have a confusion like universal doubts at a certain moment, at a certain moment, under a certain situation: Why is it me?

Why is it me who succeeded? Why is it me who failed? What luck is me who was lucky? Why is it me who was unlucky?

There are obviously so many people in the world, why do some things fall on me?

It may be precisely because of this question that the incense practice of seeking gods and worshiping Buddhas can last forever.

Chu Huan has always believed in the words of Lao Shangao and felt that his origin was related to the mysterious Liyi clan.

When he was free, he had a lot of thoughts and thought about many very curious plots, such as the scumbag father in Nanshan who got a bunch of abducted children at the border and conducted human experiments. Later, he was exposed and killed by his wife. The rescued children were adopted by Chu Aiguo, who happened to be working nearby at that time... and so on.

But it turns out that he has no relationship with Shushanren, he is just a passerby who is misled by beauty.

So how did the solemn warning of the first generation of gatekeepers be twisted into a "savior who wades in the water"?

Chu Huan thought for a while and figured it out that in this crisis-ridden environment, people need such a savior, so that even in the most desperate situation, in the moment when they close their eyes, they can have some hope of being saved, so they can be fearless in life and death and have no worries.

Those bastards who left him may subconsciously believe this?

Chu Huan didn't know if he was still alive, he couldn't move, and could not feel the coldness and coldness of the outside world, but his consciousness was always moving and had a long time to think about some problems.

He felt very tired and tired, and what was even more deadly was loneliness.

After all, he was only a few years old, and he was frivolous and refused to believe that there was a savior from beginning to end, so he had to be driven to the shelves and be the savior himself.

Chu Huan didn't care much about whether he was dead or alive, but he really wanted to spread his consciousness everywhere like the first generation of gatekeepers.

His vulgar heart was ready to go out for a walk at noon, go door to door to see what everyone eats, go out for a walk in the evening, peek at a beautiful girl or a young man taking a shower, go out for a walk at night, and go out for a walk in someone else's house to visit the high-definition nightlife.

However, his wish was a bit difficult to reach the level of elegance, so it was not realized.

Chu Huan's body could not move, and his consciousness could not move, as if it had been burned into a piece of withered black charcoal. He would no longer have the strength to catch the trendy buds of Jingzhe during his lifetime.

The gatekeeper leader said that the gloom that swallowed the whole world was a seed from the next world. This matter actually makes people feel a little numb when they think about it.

How many hidden doors does a world have? How many different worlds are connected inside and outside? How many seeds are hidden behind the doors? How many worlds have raised that seed and swallowed it into a void?

Given that the more you think about these things, Chu Huan didn't think about it later - he was still unclear about his life and death, and he probably wouldn't have to do the job of a savior again in his lifetime.

He didn't want to think about Nanshan, and he felt angina pectoris when he thought about it. Unfortunately, although he wished he could escape to the ends of the world, the man was always lingering in his heart. Even if he was deliberately thrown away by him, he would not linger on his mind.

Chu Huan couldn't sleep like he could not wake up, and he couldn't wake up. After a long time, he saw a familiar light.

He also saw the light when he was seriously injured by Xiao Baihua. Now when he saw him again, he seemed to have met again after a long time, and he was particularly kind.

After passing the light, he was about to reunite with Chu Aiguo. This time, Chu Huan was not afraid. He even stood up happily and walked towards the place with light familiarity.

When he reached the edge, one foot had already been raised. Chu Huan suddenly seemed to feel something and turned his head back.

He saw a man standing in the depths of the darkness.

It's...Nanshan.

Nanshan walked towards him, stood two steps away, and reached out to him with a silent plea.

Chu Huan has been in a dream without a head and tail for the past few days. When he saw Nanshan, he suddenly woke up a little and was awakened in cold sweat.

The seven emotions and six desires seemed to have returned to his body, causing him to roll on the bed of nails, which was really painful.

Chu Huan's face was pale, and he endured his heart and made a sarcastic smile as if he was collecting debts. He did not take the hand, but just asked indifferently: "What is this for?"

Nanshan's face was even more frightened and pleading.

Chu Huan lowered his eyes and refused to look at him. He put his hand behind him and said indifferently: "Please me? Then what about when I beg you?"

As he said this, a nearly childish grievance surged in his heart, as if he had been suppressed for a long time and could not vent his pain. Perhaps when people were extremely sad, they instinctively knew who else they could hurt.

A stab in the chest of a lover is sometimes like a miserable green boy in the second phase who secretly uses a knife to harm himself, and there is an indescribable pleasure.

"Will you be sad if I die?" Chu Huanming asked this question knowingly, turned his back in front of Nanshan, and took another step towards the source of the light.

Before his steps were finished, he heard a call that was almost hoarse: "Chu Huan!"

The sound seemed to come from behind, and it seemed to come from a farther place. The sound was torn apart, bringing out a whine like a heart-wrenching cry.

Chu Huan's footsteps could not fall any further. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the strong light in front of him. His eyes were not dodged or dodged, and even a little tears were stabbed. He stood still for a while before he slowly took back the lifted footsteps.

He held the tears that were stabbed by the strong light and turned to Nanshan behind him and said, "I like you, but I don't owe you anything."

Nanshan looked at him in a daze, stretching his hand to him motionlessly.

Chu Huan lowered his eyes, tears rolled down from the top of his eyelashes, and at least he didn't look like he looked. Chu Huan wiped it casually, smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around and held Nanshan's hand: "Okay, even if I owe it."

In an instant, the huge thrust swept everything in front of him. Chu Huan seemed to have been smashed hard in his chest. Only then did he realize that he could feel his body.

He felt heavy and tired, and it took all his strength to lift his eyelids into a crack. Before he could sigh that he had not been burned to death, a sound of a porcelain bowl smashing came from his ears.

The next moment, he was suddenly picked up and carried into his arms. Chu Huan was unable to open his eyes, but he smelled the fragrance of osmanthus.

When Chu Huan has the strength to get out of bed, it will be a few days later.

As soon as he woke up, he found himself back to the sacred mountain, in the house of the Changnan Mountain, the guarding clan of the mountain. It can be seen how long he had been in a coma.

"It" was burned clean, and the shadows had completely disappeared. Even the monsters on the mainland evaporated from the world overnight without knowing why.

Everything seemed to have returned to its original state, and the devoured people were like a big dream that was in an upside down.

It is said that Nanshan found him and the shrinking snake near the sea water mountain of Chenxing Island. According to Yuan Ping's description of running the train, his appearance was very coquettish, and he was rolled in the heart of a strange flower. As soon as Nanshan carried him down, the flower and the green vines below immediately fell apart, turning into a pile of bubbles and sank into the sea water. The few sentences in the following are suspected that Chu Huan suspected that Yuan Ping and Anderson had read too many fairy tales and made up the fool.

The sacred mountain is very lively every day. After the monsters that are regularly lit, even the gatekeeper's posts seem less stringent.

After the disaster, I naturally had to sing and dance. In spring, my elder sister became a top, sweeping by like a whirlwind every day, preparing countless wine and food, and sometimes helping to receive visitors who worship the sacred mountain.

Chu Huan, the person who "comes outside" who lit the holy fire, suddenly had a different identity.

Even at the patriarch's house, he could not escape the growing crowd of onlookers, so after Chu Huan was able to get out of bed, he disappeared in front of everyone again.

Every day before dawn, he would pick a book he bought from his home in Nanshan, and he would disappear in the depths of the dense forests in the mountains and disappear completely, even the smell was covered up, and even the animals with the most sensitive nose could not find him.

It just disappeared all day, and it was late at night and I would come back for a night.

Chu Huan's attitude was actually fine. He was still gentle and patient with Nanshan. He would follow the topic of Nanshan and occasionally make a few jokes, but Nanshan just thought something was wrong with him.

"Can you not go out today?" One morning, Nanshan finally put forward this sentence, and was a little nervous for no reason, "I'm here today, can you not let them disturb you?"

Chu Huan paused and agreed happily, and really stayed in the house for a day as he said.

He likes a wall with two sides against the wall. He can see the corner of the wall outside the window after looking up. He sits in that place all day and basically doesn't move. Nanshan finds that if he doesn't tease him, he will feel like he has turned into a ball of air. Yuan Ping came once in the afternoon, and his eyes swept around the house quickly, blurting out: "Have you run out again?"

Yuan Ping seemed to have not seen a living person there. It was not until Chu Huan closed the book in his hand and coughed dryly that Yuan Ping noticed his existence. Nanshan knew that this was something experienced hunters knew more and more, restraining their own breath and intentionally let others ignore his existence.

Why is he like this? Nanshan's heart suddenly trembled.

Yuan Ping was stunned for a moment, as if he noticed it. He sat down next to Chu Huan as if he was careless: "Do you hatch eggs in the house all day long? The mountain gate is about to turn around. Come out to have a bar with everyone in the evening. We will say goodbye tomorrow."

Chu Huan glanced at him, and replied with a pity, "Oh, okay."

Yuan Ping raised his eyes and looked at Nanshan with a serious expression.

Yuan Ping hit Chu Huan with his shoulder: "What are your plans when you go back?"

Chu Huan casually turned over a page of the book: "Well, I'll see if I can get some power supply equipment. I plan to buy a computer and come back."

"Who asked you about these trivial matters," Yuan Ping interrupted him impatiently, "Don't you contact Lao Wang? Don't you go see our nephew? Don't you plan to go back to work? Are you planning to pack your patriarch away, or do you go to commute by yourself in the future?"

Chu Huan frowned slightly, then opened it as if nothing had happened, as if he was troublesome and replied perfunctorily: "Let's talk about it."
To be continued...