Even if you have a dog, you won't be able to let it go after a few years, let alone a living person?
After spending more than ten years together day and night, living together in this cold and lonely place for so long, I can no longer harden my heart.
"Whether you can survive or not depends entirely on your luck."
Linghai looked at the two of them deeply and turned to leave. He had no time left and there was no need to waste time on such trivial matters.
Whether Lingdang can survive depends on Chen Feng's choice. As for the rest?
It has nothing to do with him.
By that time, he would have been dead long ago.
Looking at Zing Ding who kept chattering, Chen Feng smiled and rubbed her head.
I couldn't help but think that when he got Xiao Yu back, the two of them would be able to have fun together.
Lingdang had no idea what Chen Feng was thinking, and when she saw him touching her head, she felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.
Because Chen Feng was leaving, Lingdang held him and talked enthusiastically most of the night. In the end, it was Linghai who took her away, allowing Chen Feng to calm down for a while.
Early the next morning, Ling Dang came to see Chen Feng excitedly, but after waiting at the door for a long time, no one answered.
"Li Feng? Li Feng, are you there?" Seeing that no one was there after calling for a long time, Ling Dang gently opened the door and cautiously put his head in.
Only when I looked around did I realize that no one was in the room, and the quilts were neatly folded.
"Li Feng?" Lingdang stared blankly at the empty room, feeling as if her heart had fallen into a vinegar vat, feeling sour and aggrieved.
"Why didn't you tell me when you left?" Lingdang didn't know what was wrong with her. She felt uncomfortable when she thought of Chen Feng leaving without saying goodbye.
"He left last night." Linghai's voice brought Lingdang back to her senses.
"You left last night?"
"If he didn't leave last night, he wouldn't be able to leave. The sandstorm is coming faster than we thought."
"Can't he stay here for a year? Why can't he stay?" Lingdang returned to her room in despair, hugging the quilt and crying uncontrollably.
Linghai looked at her appearance and touched her head with some distress: "Grandpa is still with you. Haven't we been here like this for more than ten years?"
Ling Hai wanted to tell her that Chen Feng was just a passerby in her life.
Chen Feng has someone in his heart, and given Lingdang's mission, it is impossible for them to be together. The conditions for her to stay are too harsh.
Linghai touched Lingdang's head, as if they were young and old, relying on each other.
"Grandpa, do you think he will come back?" Lingdang raised her head and looked at him hopefully.
"Yes." Linghai answered firmly, but felt a little unsure in her heart.
Whether Chen Feng will come back in half a year is not up to him.
But he will come back eventually. After practicing the method of controlling souls, without the bell following him, the consequences are not something he can bear.
"Grandpa, let's continue patrolling." Ling Dang wiped away her tears and looked at Ling Hai with red eyes.
"Let's go." The figures of an old man and a young man disappeared into the yellow sand in the sky.
...
Chen Feng looked at the boundary marker not far away and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't go the wrong way and could finally leave here.
As he stepped out of the boundary monument, everything behind him became blurry, as if shrouded in mist.
As Chen Feng moved away step by step, the figure in the far north desert behind him gradually dimmed and finally disappeared.
"Gone?" Chen Feng looked behind him. There was nothing in the empty wilderness. Even if he walked back along the path he took before, he would find nothing.
"Is it a formation or what?" Chen Feng couldn't be sure. He was thinking about the thing that Suzui gave to him before leaving.