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Finally interspersed with the Fenglin Mountains, it has reached the edge of the Wuxiang Mountains. There is a big city similar to the scale of Yunwu City - Tianwei City, and then to the beautiful villa under its jurisdiction that was destroyed by the army of the Shenzhou Dynasty. Everything is the way to take the way and revisit the old place.

In the distant sky, the clouds are floating, and the clouds are vaguely blown by the wind, and a white line quietly draws across the sky.

Above the sky, the white clouds are still silent.

It was just a rapid glimmer from the clouds, which came silently and quickly, scattering in the air with a few lingering white clouds on the clouds. Soon, the light fell on this abandoned huge mountain city.

Because this is Ding Feifei's home where he has lived for more than ten years. Now his family has been destroyed and people have died, and everything is as prosperous as the yellow flowers of the past. Ding Feifei is sad to see things, and Yun Yiyang has no choice but to accompany him to land in it and stay for a moment.

After the military disaster, from north to south, the whole beautiful villa is full of unbearable desolate scenery. The scorched land is desperate, thousands of miles of people, indifferent and silent. Such a tragic scene is really serious.

The ruins and walls are broken, and the walls of the city are everywhere. Even in the open ground of the field, white bones can be found from time to time, which is even more shocking. The wind and smoke are bleak, and there is a desolate scenery. People are like grass and ants, but they can't control their own lives.

Although the whole Jinxiu Villa was collectively slaughtered and put into a throw on the same day, it was originally a land with beautiful mountains and rivers and thousands of miles of fertile land. Many people who escaped from famine and barren land migrated, sparsely evacuated and settled in it, and flourished.

The infinitely desolate land slowly began to become popular. However, in this scene, there are still many sad atmospheres. From time to time, there are still dead bodies on both sides of the road. Some people were killed by military disasters, some people were killed by bandits, but some people, after this disaster, they were hungry and cold during the migration of the displaced people and dispersed in a foreign land.

In the middle, occasionally in a few remote places, there are also a small group of bandits remaining roaring, and rumors of bandits and murders come out from time to time. However, at this time, it is the general trend after all. Although small bandits are still scary, they can no longer stop more people from moving here.

And even these surviving bandits soon disappeared. Because this place is extremely close to each other, there are always some good disciples who come to eliminate evil. How can the bandits of the black gang survive? Therefore, this original beautiful villa has become a refuge for the fugitives, and gradually regained their vitality, and the migrant desolate people from other places have also gathered more and more.

The grass is fragrant, and the breeze is blowing, as if everything has changed. She stood silently for a long time and sighed gently. On her beautiful face, she seemed to add a little sadness. Stepped, she walked slowly and walked to the depths of the ruins.

How many things can be changed in three years? Appearance, mood, or hatred?

No one can understand others, and sometimes even they can't really understand themselves. But this is the only way that has really changed.

Because there is no way here. The dense weeds grow year after year, covering up the past history and witnessing the ruthlessness of time. Until a white and lonely figure quietly approached the dusty place.

In the weeds, you can still faintly see the broken walls. In the breeze blowing on the face, there is no bloody smell, but only the slightly green fragrance of weeds.

Walking through one broken door after another, looking at the stone steps and walls quietly covered by moss, the smiles and happiness they once had in their lives have dissipated with the wind?

Ding Feifei's face was slightly pale, and his slender and delicate hands also held "Xiangfeng" tighter. The walls of this abandoned huge villa seemed to be someone's eyes, quietly staring at her.

She even has such a feeling that she can't breathe.

Maybe it's the countless souls who were slaughtered to death. They are all the children of her Ding family and her relatives. Maybe she watched her return silently and whispered something.

But she never stopped and walked quietly through every house. Once upon a time, who remembered the people here?

Until she saw the core of the original villa, the huge master's mansion, which represented the most noble and majestic in the hearts of every Ding family, was different from the surrounding environment. Around the already dilapidated master's mansion, there was no grass for some reason. It was a huge mansion, but in fact, it was not as good as a few pillars. A piece of rubble, broken bricks and walls are more appropriate, but it is only when it falls on the remaining three or three taels of broken stones on the ground, and it is rare to see where it used to be.

Ding Feifei walked slowly. Without weeds and moss, everything here seems to be out of line with the surroundings. I don't know what it is for. Even such tenacious weeds don't want to enter here.

Or do the resentments and resentment of the past are gathered in this place? So in the dead of night, will anyone cry and whisper and talk about the past?

Ding Feifei suddenly turned around. I don't know when tears flashed in her eyes.

Jinxiu Villa!

This place has long been annihilated...

She sat quietly in the corner of the wall, motionless, as if she was quietly listening to or feeling something. The wind blew in the distance, blowing her black hair and fluttering gently around her temples.

At this time, the women hid in Yun Yiyang's own origin boundary, and Yun Yiyang silently accompanied Ding Feifei. Ding Feifei recalled the past, blood hatred of family hatred, and bursts of inner pain. The sun rises and the moon sets, the morning and the night, the morning and evening, and the stars change.

The white clouds in the sky are like dogs, disappearing like meteors, and time is like water. After all, they will go like this and never stop for anyone.

Lost! Lost!

Grieved! Sad!

It's the passing of this time unconsciously...

In the weeds in the distance, there is an unknown sound of insects. Except for the wind, this is the most dynamic sound here. Maybe, in another three years, this place will become a prosperous place again?

Or, it's still the same, who cares?

One day and one night, Ding Feifei sat quietly in this lonely place for a day and one night, accompanied by clouds and silently. The world was restrained and had a heavy responsibility, but it turned out that only in such a place had a place to escape.

Quietly, just think of it as indulgence and hide yourself. However, they still have to leave after all.