In the blue sky, there are no clouds in the sky, only three days, the sun is extremely bright, and it falls on your body, and it is a bit hot. Lin Huangyi is barefoot, standing on the crack in the canyon.

This canyon is spectacular. Although it is impossible to see the whole picture clearly, Lin Huang can also imagine that it was originally a plain, but under the punch of the Barbarian God, it was blown into a valley. After countless years of weathering, it became what it looks like now.

Even at this moment, Lin Huang could still feel the overwhelming will of the barbarian god in the punch from the weathered sand under his feet.

This is the land where the barbarian gods come, but this is now the territory of the Flame God Cult.

Because of the barbarian god's monstrous will, the fertile plains that were 100,000 years ago turned into a desert, and even the most stubborn barbarians gradually left here. Because there was no food and no hope.

Lin Huang was alone, alone, in green clothes and barefoot, standing at the highest point of the canyon, quietly looking at the desert, his eyes were cold, and he was thinking about a question.

Aguda and his tribesmen regarded him as hope. But what is hope? What kind of hope can make people sacrifice their lives, sacrifice their lives, and shed their blood.

Lin Huang didn't want to admit that his heart was touched, and was touched by those bright and almost cruel blood lights. He was a rational person, and a person who pursued ruthlessness, how could he be infected and moved by these ordinary sacrifices and ordinary ambitions?

He tried to treat the efforts of Aguda and Aguda as a clear and clear transaction. He gave the barbarians hope to survive, and the barbarians gave him hope to survive.

Very fair, just a clear transaction.

But Lin Huang's heart was trembling, and he knew that he could not calculate this way.

Although in his heart, his life is naturally more precious than that of the barbarians. However, compared with 200,000 people, even one person, tens of millions, and billions of people, it is so insignificant.

No matter how conceited Lin Huang was, he would never feel that he was more precious than the lives of hundreds of millions of people. Although many people and saints were all ants, they were humans after all, not ants.

Lin Huang couldn't figure out this data, so he was a little confused.

He pursues the way of ruthlessness, and ruthlessness means to be fair, and fairness means equality of all beings. So when he stands at both ends of the scale and puts himself on one side and Aguda and Aguda's tribe members, no matter how Lin Huang counts, he thinks that it should be loud and loud. The heavy end should be Aguda and Aguda's tribe members, not himself.

But the opposite is true. He gave a little insignificant, so-called hope. He originally thought it should be a straw that was as light as a feather, adding a little weight to himself among the barbarians. But he was wrong, that little hope. It was as heavy as Mount Tai, as heavy as the starry sky, so heavy that it made people breathless, and hit his heart heavily. The heavier heavier and deeper, and then threw Aguda and his billions of tribes high.

The blood was so bright and so heavy that it made him feel breathless.

“It shouldn’t be like this.”

Lin Huang murmured, he was the great saint, the great saint who survived the first transformation of heaven and man. He could understand the great way and dominate the future, but at this moment, he could not understand the human heart.

"It shouldn't be like this!"

Lin Huang punched the rock with a backhand, and violent pain came and blood flowed out, dyeing the rock wall red, but Lin Huang ignored it. He had forgotten that he was no longer the invincible Great Saint, but just an ordinary person.

He punched one after another until the entire rock was covered with shocking blood marks. The strong pain stimulated his somewhat numb heart, and blood flowed round after round, but it was so insignificant than the blood color rendered by the 200,000 barbarians.

For three consecutive days, Lin Huang did not eat or drink, almost like a madman. Until his face turned pale and his body became cold, Lin Huang slowly stood up, his eyes became pure without any impurities. "No matter what, only by living can you have hope. Only then can you find the hope you are waiting for."

Lin Huang was staggering and walked alone in the desert, leaving no one in the smoke, and the vast scenery was unobstructed. I don’t know how many days he walked, Lin Huang finally fell into the desert, and his vision began to blur.

"Leave him food and water and let's go."

Some cold sounds sounded, and Lin Huang opened his eyes with difficulty and saw a group of barbarians slowly leaving. Lin Huang didn't say anything, but looked at the dry and cold bread and a pot of water on the ground, swallowed silently, and suddenly he was stunned.

Looking at the food and water in his hand, Lin Huang suddenly understood why his insignificant efforts were such a precious hope in the eyes of the barbarians.

At this moment, this may be just food and water that he let go of his heart for a moment. For him, it is also hope that he can survive.

What is the most important thing about a meal? But I dare not forget the kindness of living, and I cannot forget it.

"Is this hope?"

Lin Huang sighed a long time and stood up. He understood the hope of the barbarians and felt a little heavy in his heart. Many times, it is like this. What you have done inadvertently may be a person, a race, and a lifelong destiny.

Keep moving forward. The desert is very big and there is no direction to see it, and it is difficult to find food, but Lin Huang quickly found a way to survive.

The barbarians used their simple wisdom to leave supply points in the desert, which was actually a simple landing point for stones.

The only difference is that there is food and water in the animal skin bag on the wall. This is for those who are lost in the desert. If every barbarian stays at his foot, he will leave food and water in the animal skin bag. If there is no food, the food and water left in the animal skin bag will carry the hope of survival.

The barbarians used their most simple heart to leave lighthouses of hope in this desert, supporting Lin Huang to move forward, although he didn't know where his end was.

After walking, Lin Huang walked a long way, and felt a surging feeling in his heart, but he was always a little bit short. What he thought the most was the blood falling that night, and the stone houses in the desert that looked like a beacon of hope.

It seemed as if a road of hope was paved in his heart, reaching the depths of his heart, but it was still a little bit short of it, making him unable to grasp the wisp of feeling that was about to move deep in his heart.

Until this day, Lin Huang saw a man in the stone house, a man who didn't look like a barbarian.

He was a man with red hair, majestic and solemn, but with frost on his eyes, he could not hide the vicissitudes of his face. His eyes were very deep, with a faint vicissitudes.

Lin Huang knew that this was a very powerful and story-producing man.

Lin Huang looked a little alert, and stood at the door of the stone house and spoke lightly, "Yan Shen Cult? Barbarian Shen Sect?"

The man did not answer, but just took good care of the fire, and a pot of porridge was simmering in the stove. After a long time, he served a bowl of porridge and handed it to Lin Huang.

"Thank you." Lin Huang hesitated for a moment, spit out two words, and then started eating porridge.

He needs to supplement food. If this man does not appear here, the first thing he needs to do is to cook porridge.

The red-haired man didn't say anything, and then he put a bowl on his own and ate it very slowly. Lin Huang found that most of his eyes fell in the beating fire.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Lin Huang put down the bowl and said to the man: "It's time to turn off the heat. The porridge is about to burn."

"Won't."

The red-haired man finally spoke, his voice a little dry and he seemed to have not spoken for a long time, but it was convincing.

Lin Huang's eyes became cold, "Even if you are a god, if you continue to cook like this, the porridge will still be burnt."

The red-haired man turned his head and looked at Lin Huang with a very sharp look, as if he could see through Lin Huang's heart, "No. Because it is not fire that burns, but hope."

Lin Huang was stunned.

"What I cook is not porridge, but hope. Since it is the fire of hope and the porridge of hope, how can it burn? I just hope that the fire will become more and more intense and the porridge will become more and more intense."

The red-haired man said word by word.

Every word hit Lin Huang's heart like thunder.

Lin Huang's eyes turned cold, "I only see the fire that is about to devour the porridge and the porridge that is about to be burnt!"

"That's your eyes that blind your heart."

The red-haired man's voice was faint, unquestionable, "A light is burned every step, you must know that if you never forget it, there will be an echo. If you think this fire is hope, then it is hope, and it will not be anything else."

Lin Huang suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Whose lamp is burning you? Whose hope is it that you are obsessed with!"

"I have my hope, you have your hope."

The red-haired man also laughed, "But we all hope that the fire will be more and more vigorous, and the porridge will be cooked more and more vigorously. You give others hope, and others will give you hope. Haven't you realized it yet?!"

"This hope is nothing else. It will only be fire. A spark can start a prairie fire. If you never forget it, there will be a resounding sound. I will burn a lamp and wait for a hope. Why don't you light your own lamp and give yourself a hope?"

"I am Lan Deng. Today, I will give you some fire and burn your lamp. When you know that the fire in your heart will not be extinguished, there will be hope and never forget it, and there will be a resounding sound."

The sound gradually sounded like the sound of wind and thunder, resounding through the sky and shaking the void.

Lin Huang closed his eyes and stood with his hands. He gradually saw the road of hope paved in the stone house that had been walking along the way, and saw the endless blood light, burning without regrets and eternal flames.

A spark can start a prairie fire. If you never forget it, there will be a resounding sound.

In an instant, Lin Huang had a great enlightenment, and sat cross-legged on the ground with a slight head. The fire instantly expanded and brought Lin Huang into it.

The fire is bright and shining on the sky and can devour all the flames, but at this moment it is so warm and hopeful.

That was the first wisp of fire, representing the fire of hope. At this moment, he is the fire of hope that ignited Lin Huang. (To be continued...)
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