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On a cloudy day, the north wind howls.

Long Ying stepped on the dead branches all over the ground, walked through the deserted forest, and fled to the river.

He was seriously injured, his lungs seemed to be on fire, but his whole body was so cold that he could fall down on the ground and turn into a corpse. The only remaining heat gathered in the corners of his eyes, turning into hot tears and falling down.

Long Ying didn't know that she was crying.

He focused all his attention on his ears, and listened carefully to the movement behind him. Fortunately, the sound of footsteps had stopped, and it seemed that there were no pursuers.

His mind relaxed, and he staggered and fell into the frozen river.

A thin layer of ice was smashed by him with his body, and the ice was as cold as a blade, scratching his face.

Feel no pain.

Long Ying panted heavily, then subconsciously lowered her breathing, for fear of attracting people.

However, even if there were no pursuers, he would not be far from death.

So far, the serious injury, the internal organs have been displaced, the trauma is countless, the clothes have been soaked in blood, no one needs to kill him, he will lose blood and die by himself.

He didn't want to die, and his sober consciousness returned to the cage for a short time, as if flashing back, the picture before the escape kept appearing in front of his eyes——

Long Ying's parents died early, and she and her sister Long Xin, who was one year younger than him, depended on each other for life.

The two brothers and sisters lived in cold and hungry in the lower city for many years, had to eat, worked as thieves, worked hard labor, and hadn't grown up yet—maybe they would never have the chance to grow up, and Longying was about to die in this 15-year-old winter.

If you die cleanly, there is nothing to be afraid of.

But just half a year ago, he and Long Xin were separated due to an accident. Long Xin disappeared out of thin air for some reason. .

A month ago, "Life Road" fell from the sky in front of him.

A beggar who was familiar with him introduced that the Feiguang Temple had posted notices recruiting people to work. He was just the right age, so he might as well go over and have a try, maybe he could get an unusual opportunity, and then he would make a fortune and never have to live in the dark Xiacheng District again. It's been a while.

"After all, that is Feiguang Palace."

Long Ying's heart was moved, and many unrealistic fantasies were born in his heart. Although he didn't know exactly what the Feiguang Temple was for, he only knew that it was very powerful and daunting.

But what is there to worry about?

Anyway, it won't be worse than it is now.

With such thoughts in mind, Long Ying rushed to the gate of Feiguang Palace.

But I didn't expect that being poor and blank is not the real bottom, and fate does have a worse shape.

There were a hundred or so teenagers who came together with him, all of them were low-class people in the lower city. They had no property and no support, but only a life, and the big shots in the Feiguang Temple wanted their lives .

Long Ying remembered how she escaped.

He saw with his own eyes that his companions lined up and each of them was fed a bowl of "soothing water".

He is very familiar with the smell of "soothing water" - affected by the harsh climate and environment in the lower city, most people suffer from headaches, ranging from mild to severe.Although headache is not fatal, it is a mental torment. This disease cannot be eradicated, and only "soothing water" can relieve it.

"Anshen Water" is sold by pharmacies, and it is not expensive, but the money to buy medicines accumulates over time, and Long Ying can't afford it. Fortunately, he is young, and it is said that older people are more seriously ill. I have never experienced what it feels like to have a headache.

He has always been very curious. It is said that "Anshen Water" can not only relieve headaches, but also make people hallucinate, like falling into a dream, and briefly see the person or thing they desire most. Therefore, some people who do not have severe headaches also like it. drink this stuff.

Why did Feiguangdian feed them "Shenshen Water"?

Long Ying stared at the people in front of the team, curious. Suddenly, those teenagers who drank the "Shenshen Water" began to convulse for some reason. Ying was stunned for a moment.

I don't know who was the first to react and let out a scream, and the scene became chaotic for a while.

The cry woke Long Ying up, but he was also given a bowl of "Shenshen Water". He struggled desperately, spat out half of the bowl, and then squeezed into the resisting crowd, taking advantage of the chaos to escape.

After fleeing for a while, Long Ying hurriedly turned her head, the scene behind her was no longer visible, it seemed to be a blood red, the teenagers who hadn't had time to escape were dead, injured, and the wailing was frightening.

Feiguangdian might be afraid that he would escape and leak the secret, so he sent a team of people to chase him down. After dealing with the pursuers several times, he escaped here——

No, I'm afraid he didn't even have a "life" anymore. He felt that the blood in his body was almost drained, and he couldn't live for half an hour.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Long Ying can't cry anymore, and her heart suddenly becomes numb.

That's what death feels like...

His humble and short life like an ant is finally over.

His eyes were heavy, his eyelids closed uncontrollably, and then opened with difficulty.

The vision in front of him was narrow and blurred, like a layer of fog. Before he died, through the fog, he suddenly saw a figure.

silhouette?

--who is it?

Long Ying desperately opened her eyes wide, trying to see the man more clearly.

It's a long-haired man.

The white clothes, or maybe not the white clothes, were dyed white by the thick fog.

The cold wind blew that man's waterfall-like long hair, Long Ying couldn't see his eyebrows and eyes clearly, but felt that his whole person was like a painting, a picture of a fairy, both real and illusory, ethereal.

Long Ying was stunned, suspecting that the half bowl of "Shenshen Water" he drank earlier had worked, otherwise how could he have hallucinations in front of his eyes?

But how could he imagine a fairy to save himself?

He never asked God to worship Buddha.

For 15 years, gods and Buddhas have never been kind to him.

Long Ying blinked and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The "Picture of the Immortal" actually moved, and could still speak: "Whose child, why was he injured so badly?"

"..."

The man spoke with a subtle accent, unfamiliar but pleasant.

In fact, 15 years old is no longer a "child". Long Ying just doesn't have enough to eat all the year round, her body hasn't grown up, and she looks small.

The man treated him like a child, walked up to him, seemed not to mind the blood and dirt on his body, first checked his wounds, then actually put his hand into the ice water and picked him up from it.

The cold wind fell silent for a moment, and Long Ying fell into a warm embrace.

Isn't it a hallucination?

How could there be gods in this world?

Long Ying was stunned again and again, forgetting even the pain.

He was hugged tightly by that person, with his cheek pressed against his warm heart. He was a little scared, for fear that the reaction would wake up his dream too much, but he couldn't stop breathing, and with a light inhalation, he smelled a kind of coldness like frost and snow. The bitter breath, it seems to be a faint fragrance, and it seems to be an illusion...

Tears welled up in Long Ying's eyes, and he couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality for a moment. He tremblingly grabbed the opponent's sleeve, exerted all his strength when he was dying, and begged: "Don't go..."

"what?"

"I've been waiting for you for six years, don't go, please, don't go..."

"..."

However, his begging was useless, and his eyes began to blur again, as if waking up from a dream, his fairy turned into a cloud and drifted away with the wind.

He fell back into the icy river and stayed there for a long time, as if he was really dead, only tears flowed silently: "Don't go, don't go, don't go..."

don't go.

don't go.

……

"Don't go—!"

Long Ying woke up suddenly, and accidentally knocked over the porcelain bowl on the bedside. There was a clear "wow", which alarmed the guards outside the tent.

"Longzuo envoy, what's wrong with you?!" The guard hurried over and knelt on one knee at the door, neither daring to step forward nor to hold the lamp.

In the darkness, Long Ying sat on the bed, motionless like a statue.

It took him a quarter of an hour to wake up—it turned out to be a dream.

He was no longer the desperate child waiting to die, but the old events and people from six years ago had entered his dreams again.

"I'm fine... step back." Long Ying waved her hand.

Hearing this, the guards quietly cleaned up the broken bowls with his acquiescence, and just as they exited the tent, they were suddenly stopped by Long Ying: "Wait a minute."

This white dragon left envoy who woke up in the middle of the night from some nightmare, suddenly put on his clothes and got out of bed, and lit the lamp with his own hands.

The tent suddenly lit up.

The guard turned around and knelt down again, looking at him cautiously.

Long Ying's face was the same as usual, indifferent to human beings, but also very calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

But the calmer he was, the more frightening he was.

Feiguang Hall has a strict hierarchy. It is said that the White Dragon Left Envoy was personally selected by the Hall Master, and his background is quite extraordinary.

As soon as the rumors came out, everyone was puzzled: How extraordinary can it be?Could it be that he is the son of the four great families in Shangcheng District?

This is of course impossible, as the heirs of the aristocratic family are withered, it is absolutely impossible to send the descendants to the Feiguang Palace, which is full of crises.

Other than that, there seems to be no more honorable status.

The guard looked carefully at Long Ying out of the corner of his eye, and saw Long Zuo envoy silently walking to the case and standing with his hands down.

He seems to be a natural "superior person", unlike ordinary people who are struggling in the mud, he is tall, handsome, and graceful. If one ignores the murderous aura radiating from his bones, one can even say "pianpian" Good son".

This kind of people……

The guard suddenly couldn't remember the secrets he had heard before.

It is said that the youngest daughter of the palace master, Miao Ling, is waiting to be married, and has taken a fancy to Bailong Zuoshi.

Although there is no basis for this rumor, as the saying goes, there are no waves without wind, if there is no reason, how can Long Ying be worthy of the high position of Zuo Shi at such a young age?

——Could it really be based on nepotism?

Some subtle curiosity arose in the guard's heart, and at the same time he was very afraid of Longying - he had seen Long Zuoshi's swift and resolute methods.

The guard knelt lower.

Long Ying was disturbed by a frightening dream, so she didn't pay attention to the reactions of the people around her.

With the dim light of the candle, he spread out the map on the table and said, "Are all the people who ambushes in the wild forest arranged?"

The guard hurriedly said: "Yes, everything has been done, and when the time comes, we will wipe out all the 'Wildfire' people!"

"..."

Long Ying was noncommittal, and asked again: "Is the 'Anshen Water' ready?"

The guard lowered his head: "Ready, two boxes, in the supplies cart outside the tent."

"I gonna go see."

In early winter, on the wilderness and mountains, the night is thick.

Outside the military tent, an invisible black mist quietly shrouded the earth and merged with the pitch-black sky, making people almost ignore its existence.

But the unique sense of oppression under the black mist was lingering, and Long Ying couldn't help frowning as soon as he walked out—he faintly felt that the black mist had become lower than before in the past two years, and the sense of oppression was getting stronger day by day. The speed of flow seems to be slowing down.

If things go on like this, the lower city may be engulfed in black mist.

At that time, if the lower city is destroyed, will the upper city be safe?

There was a trace of coldness on Long Ying's face.

——The black mist is a natural disaster, which has lasted for nearly a thousand years, and no one can stop it.

He walked forward silently, and the personal guard held up the torch for him, and accompanied him to patrol the camp where the team was temporarily stationed for a week.

At this time, except for the watchmen, most of the soldiers were sleeping.

Long Ying stopped the guards from trying to wake them up, and walked to the supply cart without saying a word.

He ordered people to open the heavy door of the supply cart, which contained a cart full of grain and two boxes of "Shenshen Water" with seals.

Long Ying tore off the seal with her own hands, took out a can of "Anshen Water" from the iron box, and sealed it again.

After finishing all this, he went back the same way, closed the door in the tent, turned off the lights, and did not make a sound.

The guard thought that there must be a reason for him to patrol the camp in person late at night, and it should be to make a big fuss with these two boxes of "Anshen Water", otherwise why would he carry this worthless thing with the car?

But he has no follow-up.

The guard couldn't figure it out, did he have a headache?

But headache is a "low-level disease" that only the untouchables in the lower city get. How could it be possible for Bailong Zuoshi?

Could it be that, like some nobles in the upper city, he relies on "sedative water" out of a special hobby that is inconvenient to explain?

This is not impossible, most of the "superior people" have eccentric tempers.

The guard shook his head and stopped thinking about it.