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He waved his hand in the air, and then slapped his face severely.

Fan Guang didn't speak.

Peaceful and did not speak.

But he watched it carefully.

As a cultivator, peacefully sensitive to human life is hundreds of times more sensitive than ordinary people.

Fan Guang is in a very bad state now, with traces of white hair caught in his hair, his face covered with beard, his face is black and his body is thin.

"You have eaten very little during this time, and you can't sleep at night, right, Fan Guang."

No joy or anger can be heard in the peaceful voice.

Fan Guang opened his mouth.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak. After a long time, he squeezed out a word:

"Peace, I'm sorry... I didn't find your mother... She was missing on the day the city was broken..."

"I didn't find Mi Long either..."

"I have been searching in the city for a long, long time...how can I not find it..."

"Peace, you entrusted such an important thing to me, but I... alas..."

Half a year ago, Jianchang City was broken.

On the same day, Fan Guang hurriedly increased his whip and arrived in the city at night.

But he searched all over the city but couldn't find Zou and Mi Long.

Mi Long's family in Jianchang City also said that they could not be found.

Over the past six months, Fan Guang has been unwilling to eat, lying restlessly, looking for the traces of the two.

However, nothing has been achieved.

The only thing that made him a little bit subtle was that he couldn't even find the body.

However, Pinghe didn't know where he went.

The people who followed Pinghe said that Pinghe was taken away by the immortal.

Fan Guang didn't know whether it was true or not, nor could he find peace.

The loss of two friends and the inability to complete his friend's entrustment dealt a huge blow to Fan Guang and destroyed his health.

It was not until the day before yesterday that Fan Guang heard that an immortal had come to the world in Jianchang City, and hurriedly arrived, only to realize that the immortal was actually peaceful.

"Fan Guang, you can't be blamed for this..."

Pinghe restrained himself as much as possible, said.

But his trembling voice betrayed his true mood.

"I'll go to them, don't blame yourself anymore."

Pinghe placed one hand on Fan Guang's shoulder.

In his body, the water-like spiritual power flowed and transformed in a certain direction.

The spiritual power evaporates the mana that restores the attributes, and then it forms into the Qi Healing Technique, which falls on Fan Guang's body.

Ping He didn't know these details.

He only knew that his use of magic had restored Fan Guang's health, and at the same time, the strength in his body had decreased a little.

It is difficult to estimate how much peace is missing.

"What the master said before is really correct..."

"There is no aura in the world."

"If I go down the mountain, I won't be able to continue to practice. And I use one point less than one point of strength. It turns out that this is not just a reminder that I am not a secular person, but also a real rule..."

Fan Guang's face was full of surprise, he looked at his friend.

He raised his head peacefully.

He was standing on the street, and Fan Guang was also kneeling on the road. There were many people around him looking at this side from a distance.

People in this city are peaceful, respectful and fearful, and for a while, they dare not approach.

But Pinghe was not in the mood to take care of them.

After bidding farewell to Fan Advertising, he hurriedly left the street.

After that, Pinghe searched day and night.

He ignored the consequences of the consumption of spiritual power, using several small spells that he could use at this stage, desperately looking for his mother.

Shrinking the ground into an inch, turning paper into butterflies, listening to the wind and defending his spirit, he used these three spells over and over again, and ran into several cities.

However, these two people seemed to disappear suddenly in place, leaving no trace.

Pinghe was able to perceive that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly consuming and could not be replenished.

However, he could not find his mother, he felt that everything was meaningless.

During this process, several groups of people came to him and seemed to ask him for help.

However, he was not free and refused all of them.

As time passed day by day, peace became more and more desperate.

Before he knew it, he returned to Burning River City, the small village where he was born and grew up.

In the night, quietly, peacefully carrying a jar of spirits, he staggered into the house.

The room was deserted and quiet.

Hopefully, he opened the door of his mother's room and patrolled the bed with enthusiastic eyes.

However, no.

Pinghe sat down on the ground, lifted the wine jar, and raised his head.

The wine rumblingly rolled down his throat, bringing up a hot sensation.

"mother……"

Muttered to himself peacefully.

He has always been a person who loves cleanliness. Since practicing, his temperament is also excellent, but now he is so decadent that he is no different from a tramp.

Before I knew it, the sky outside the window had dimly lit up.

Someone sighed in the light of the morning light.

The room was lit up.

Looking up peacefully along the light, it is snow.

White snowflakes reflect the morning light outside the window.

But now, it is July.

In the weather in July, it is impossible to have snow, unless it is the immortal coming.

Countless snowflakes were flying in the room, and a familiar figure appeared in front of Pinghe.

Peacefully got up and saluted.

"Master, sorry..."

He was ashamed.

"Peace, you really let me down."

Wen Ling looked at the peace on the ground, her voice low.

There was no way to excuse it for a while, so I had to bow my head and admit my mistake.

"I'm here to ask you one thing and tell you one thing."

"Peace, what did you dream of in your dream, and why did you want to wake up from your dream?"

Wen Ling's eyes are wise and warm.

Looking at Master's eyes peacefully, he relaxed unconsciously.

He recalled the dream of that day.

"I dreamt of a wonderful world."

"In this world, I have not lost anything, and I have gained a lot..."

"But, I have to wake up, because my mother still needs me, many people also need me, I can no longer indulge in dreams."

Pinghe tells the thoughts at the time.

However, the next moment, Wen Ling said a word.

This sentence made Pinghe totally unexpected.

He said:

"Peace, if in the real world, your mother has died, your friends have died, Chang Kingdom has been destroyed, the people have returned, no one needs you, and everything you expected is empty, then you are still willing Wake up?"

The peaceful eyes suddenly lost their focus~www.wuxiamtl.com~ After a while, Pinghe asked:

"I... what's wrong with her now?"

"The Zou family and Mi Long are no longer alive."

The peaceful throat twitched a few times, as if to say something, but nothing came out.

He froze for a while, then suddenly he fell to the ground and fainted.

Wen Ling looked at him sympathetically.

After a while, Huang Si teleported silently.

A group of spiritual energy is suspended not far from him, but it always maintains a certain distance.

"Master." Wen Ling bowed to salute, and then asked, "Look at this..."