I!Get the Light of Inheritance system at the start

Mu Xuan wondered: "Master, did someone call me just now?"

Chen Yao responded casually: "Don't worry about it, it must be those old people who are arguing."

Mu Xuan nodded slightly: "Okay."

After a while, they came to the scenic spot, and Chen Yao came to the place where he had just sat cross-legged, and brushed away the dead leaves with his hands.

"Found it, left, and went back."

Mu Xuan hugged and trotted over, and said with a smile, "Okay!"

The soft touch is like angel's velvet, warm and comfortable, Chenyao has quietly fallen asleep before he knows it.

In Mu Xuan's arms, he felt full of security, his body and mind were released, his consciousness became blurred, and finally he fell asleep.

He hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time. At the beginning, he was either cultivating or killing enemies. Naturally, he didn't feel secure. This kind of security was not the security of the situation, but the security of body and mind, just like a baby in a mother's womb.

Sleeping peacefully, sleeping soundly, sleeping soundly, Mu Xuan also noticed that Chen Yao was asleep, and slowly slowed down, feeling the owner's body temperature slightly like a pet.

Mu Xuan didn't focus on eating anymore, and just walked forward slowly, very very slowly, like a sloth.

No matter how big, soft and comfortable the bed is, it is not as comfortable and stable as Mu Xuan's arms.

Don't all the wanderers lack these things?

There is someone behind you, a person who will not betray you or abandon you. The needs of ronin are often excitement, someone who laughs with you, cries with you, and brings you a warm feeling.
In this way, the two flew in the sky for more than ten hours, and the process was often just a moment for her.

Chen Yao slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually became clearer, he realized the situation immediately, and said with some shame: "How long have you been flying like this? Why didn't you put me back in the hotel? Are you not tired like this?"

Mu Xuan smiled innocently, and said: "I don't know how long you've been flying, but you slept soundly and soundly, and I don't have the heart to disturb you, you sleep more comfortably than on the bed, so..."

Chen Yao let out a long sigh, and asked Mu Xuan to let him go, her star power had already fully recovered.

In the sky, one white and one gold are flying in the clouds, Chen Yao said comfortably: "Be tired, get hungry, let's go, I will take you to eat and drink, you will definitely be full."

Mu Xuan smiled and nodded, and after a while, the two came to the entrance of the restaurant, and she happily ordered a lot of dishes.

Satisfied, he started to eat. This time, he ate more than usual. Chen Yao felt sorry for his wallet for a second, and then ate with her.

After a full meal, Chen Yao finished paying, and Mu Xuan honestly flew back to sleep in the ring.

On the other hand, his eyes are firm, and the matter of cultivation cannot be left behind. If he is not strong enough, he will lose a lot, so take precautions before they happen.

Just like those believers, their strength is as subtle as ants, they can only be used as cannon fodder for others, and their family members are also sad, unable to reunite happily.

This is the fate of being weak, with no strength to turn yourself around, your fate is in the hands of others, and those with a little strength can control your life and death.

This feeling of being played in the hands of others is uncomfortable and sad. Only by making continuous efforts to break the shackles of fate can there be a glimmer of hope.

When he came to the scenic spot, Chenyao seemed to have grown up a bit in thought, as well as his sense of responsibility, with firm eyes.

Practice, start!
Now his endurance is very high, and these pains are no longer enough to shake him.

His practice tonight went very smoothly, as if he had racked his brains for many math problems, and suddenly understood, and the solution to each formula was impressive.

Yuanyuan moves fast, and the speed of cultivation has increased a lot. This is the effect brought by Chen Yao's perception.

He raised his head and looked directly at the sky, his bright eyes reflected the vast starry sky, as if all the stars in the sky were absorbed into his eyes, not missing a single one.

Ten hours later, the dark night sky, full of stars, was replaced by the gradually rising day, and the sun shone brightly like the light of hope.

At this moment, the gunpowder smoke on the front line has not faded, the blood is still flowing, the smell of war fills the air, the corpses are shrouded in light, and life is gone along with unrealized dreams.

A young man holding the corpse of his companion is moving slowly, 18 years old, 50 years old body, whose fault is this?

"Don't die, don't die, don't you want to go home, your parents are waiting for you, keep going, keep going!"

The hoarse voice was like a throat being torn, and sadness was mixed in it.

They are only 18 years old, they are in their youth, but they appear on the cruel battlefield, their hearts are destroyed a little bit, and they endure pain that ordinary people cannot bear.

The young man was covered with scars, blood scabs and clothes were stuck together, together with the skin and flesh, and in the dark circles under the eyes that had not slept all night, there were bloodshot eyes.

The young man dragged his dying companions towards the sun, not far away was their camp, it was much safer there, and the enemy did not dare to attack rashly.

Suddenly, his leg was hit by an attack, a bruised leg flew several meters away, and his body suddenly fell down.

He fell to the ground with a plop, knowing that he was doomed, the enemy army would not leave anyone alive, his face and ears lying on the ground full of blood and the smell of corpses.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, the panic in his heart was released at this moment, because he knew that the time of death had arrived.

Squeeze out a sentence, "I'm sorry brother, I hope there will be no more wars in the world"

At this time, Lve Yingren's knife had already cut his throat, blood and life were lost, and his whole life appeared in his mind, from birth, learning to walk, meeting friends, and finally to his current situation.

Lve Yingren's gaze stayed on the position where he was holding his companion's right hand, and he stretched out his hand to separate the two, but he couldn't do it with all his strength.

"Aren't you willing to let go even after you die? Really, you people are like this. You don't abandon your companions even after you die. Why? Can anyone tell me?"

The Lve Shadow man racked his brains and couldn't figure it out. Their contributions are often in line with their interests, and they will let go when it is time to let go.

The Lve Shadow people would never do this for their accomplices. They are selfish without the temptation of benefits. Even their family members will not rescue them. Without benefits, there is no need.

With a long sigh, he clenched the long knife in his hand, skillfully cut off the heads of the two people, put them in a blood-stained ring, and left in a puzzled state.

The two corpses that lost their heads did not look so sad under the sunlight, because their beliefs have not been wiped out, the hand that clenched their companions has not been loosened, and the tragic war has not stopped.