After Kangzhe and Baiyue died, Feng lived alone in his tent.
Helian Disheng wanted to let Feng and Mu Yang live together, but Feng refused.
Originally, he wanted to stay with Helian Disheng and Mu Yang, but when he saw Kang Zhe and Bai Yue's bodies being taken away and was helpless, he suddenly... wanted to change and become stronger.
His father was beaten to death by bandits in front of him, and his mother also died under his nose...
He has too much powerlessness.
"Hiss..." Hiding in the corner, Feng opened his clothes alone to check the wound.
He soaks in the medicine bucket every day, and minor injuries are insensible to him, very numb, unless... the pain reaches the bone marrow.
The wound on his shoulder had festered and hurt so much that his bones were shaking.
Feng slowly hugged himself tightly, trying to hold on.
He must be strong to survive.
Only by being strong can you protect the people you want to protect and keep everything you want to keep.
He must live.
"elder brother……"
Outside the camp, it was Mu Yang's voice.
Feng put on his clothes alertly and sat by the stove. "Axiao, why are you here? It's snowing heavily outside."
Mu Yang ran to Feng Shen, holding a few dark roasted potatoes in his tender little hands. "Heat them on the fire. They will smell delicious."
Feng tried hard to laugh, but...he couldn't laugh anymore.
"Brother, you smell of medicine and blood." Mu Yang alertly smelled something unusual in the wind.
"It's nothing..." Afraid that Mu Yang would see his wounds, Feng subconsciously stayed away, but his current strength was a bit uncontrollable. Mu Yang was pushed to the ground and his head hit the stove.
Mu Yang cried in pain.
Feng looked at Mu Yang in panic and confusion, his fingers were a little numb and he didn't know how to comfort him.
"Axiao?"
Upon hearing Mu Yang's cries, Chaoyang and Helian Disheng rushed into the camp immediately.
Seeing Helian Disheng holding Mu Yang in his arms worriedly, Feng's eyes were filled with envy.
Ah Xiao is much luckier than him, he has a father to love him.
"Mother." Mu Yang cried and asked Chaoyang to hug her.
Chaoyang hugged Muyang and coaxed her. "Little man, you have to endure the pain."
"I'm sorry...I accidentally pushed Axiao down." Feng lowered his head and slowly clenched his fingers.
Helian Disheng glanced at Feng and frowned, this child...
There are injuries on the body.
The Wu clan are all crazy. I really don’t know why this kid insists on staying with the great elder.
"It's not brother's fault, he was injured." Mu Yang shook his head and hugged Chaoyang tightly.
Chaoyang smiled and stretched out his hand toward the wind. "Come here, kid, let me take a look."
Feng stared blankly at Chaoyang, and she smiled... just like his mother.
His eyes were a little red, and Feng found that tears could no longer come out.
Feng walked over numbly, lowering his head and not daring to speak.
"How could it be so injured?" Chaoyang's pressure suddenly dropped, and he looked at Feng's almost broken arm. "You... don't you feel pain?"
Looking at Feng warily, Chaoyang already knew in his heart that it was the Witch Clan's... usual method of raising dead warriors.
The same is true for the four people around the great elder of the Wu clan.
Kangzhe, the same is true.
Feng nervously protected his arms and shook his head.
Helian Disheng's face also showed anger and gloom, and he lowered his voice and spoke. "Feng, I ask you again. It's still too late to regret it. Follow me or follow that madman."
Feng looked up nervously at Helian Disheng.
"He will be very good to you." Chaoyang felt sorry for this child without parents.
She didn't dare to think about what Mu Yang would be like if she and Xiao Junze were no longer here.
Fortunately, Mu Yang met Helian Disheng.
Even if she and Xiao Junze really die in the future, at least Mu Yang still has a father.
Feng's eyes were shining, and he really wanted to agree.
But...no.
The power that the Great Elder of the Wu Clan can give him is what he desires even more.
What's more, Helian Disheng already has Helianxiao, and he doesn't want to separate people's love anymore.
"Great Elder, you are very kind to me." Feng lowered his voice, turned around and ran out of the tent.
Helian Disheng wanted to chase, but was stopped by Chaoyang.
"It's his own choice."
For a moment, Chaoyang seemed to see the shadow of Yin Cheng in Feng's eyes.
He is somewhat similar to Yin Cheng. He lacked a lot when he was a child and wanted to become stronger.
"He is not a bad boy, I hope he keeps his original intention." Helian Disheng sighed.
"No matter what happens in the future, will you treat Mu...Axiao as your own child?" Chaoyang asked in a low voice.
"This is my son, of course I am good to him." Helian Disheng almost didn't think.
It's true that he picked this child up, but once he picked it up, he was his son, and he wouldn't give it to anyone else.
Nor will he be harmed in any way.
"This is his luck." Chaoyang said meaningfully, stood up and took Mu Yang away.
The life and death of her and Xiao Junze are still unknown. Regardless of whether the prophecy of the Witch Clan is true or false, at least... Nian Chen has Yin Cheng, and Mu Yang has Helian Di Sheng.
Chaoyang knew why Xiao Junze suddenly gave up on getting his daughter back and retrieving his son.
He is also afraid...
Afraid that his children would become orphans after their deaths.
…
Fengtian, Imperial Palace.
Xiao Junze stood under the eaves, looking at the snow that started to fall again, and stretched out his hand to catch it. "How is the hilly land?"
"It has been snowing continuously for seven days. I heard that the mountain has been closed due to heavy snow, so there is no news for the time being."
Xiao Junze was a little worried, wondering how Chaoyang was doing now.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. With Prince Yu Qingluan here, Miss Chaoyang will be fine."
Xiao Junze was silent for a long time before speaking. "Ah Cha, tell me... what will happen to the world if I die?"
Ah Cha's heart tightened and her face turned pale with fright. "Your Majesty, you can't say unlucky words."
Xiao Junze shook his head. "If I die, the world will still be the world. The sky will still be dark and the sun will still rise. It will not affect the changes in the world situation."
"You are the foundation of Fengtian, the lord of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and the heaven of the people of Fengtian..." Ah Cha was a little scared.
"No matter life or death, we must stabilize this world." Xiao Junze knew that what he and Chaoyang were pursuing now was just a world without war and freedom.
For this, even if you pay for your life, you will not hesitate.
…
Southwest land.
Amul sat beside the bed, holding the child and comforting him.
"It's been getting cold these days, and I'm afraid it's going to snow again." The southwest is not a severely cold place, and it won't snow heavily, but it will still be a bit chilly.
"I heard that it has been snowing in the hilly land for days. It has been snowing for seven or eight days. I am afraid that the road down the mountain has been blocked." Amul was a little worried about the situation of the soldiers in the hilly area.
"I don't know if they have enough food and grass, or whether the charcoal fire will keep them warm." Yuqing hugged her legs tightly. "I no longer have the ability to predict, and during this period... I will feel scared and uneasy."
She cannot predict the life or death of others, let alone how to respond.
Over the years, she had relied on divination and precognition to survive, and it seemed that she suddenly lost the ability to survive.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Amul knew that Yuqing didn't feel safe now.
"Are the Seventh Elders still threatening you about medicine?" Yu Qing looked at Amul nervously.
"He should have too much time to take care of himself at the moment." Amul sneered.
"I heard there is civil unrest right now." Amul spoke again in a deep voice.
Aduozhu is not a fool, and the Seventh Elder is afraid that he will be counterattacked.