C3 When the most beautiful sunset

After Wang Mu poured his consciousness into his eyes to help Liu Meng kill the Black Corpse Snake, his head felt like it was about to explode.

He himself did not know whether he had encountered any demon beasts while he was migrating, nor did he know how long it had been since the villagers had arrived at their destination. This was because he had been in a comatose state the entire time.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed. In these three days, the village had already settled down behind Black Mountain and was in the process of constructing a new house.

"Village head, little Wang Mu hasn't woken up yet, could it be that he blames me for everything? It's all because of this unlucky uncle of mine who did not protect this unlucky bastard well!"

Liu Meng, at this moment, had arrived at the village chief's new residence and his words were choked with sobs. The eight foot tall man was like a child who had made a mistake, tears rolling down his face.

"You can't be blamed for this matter. The situation at that time was already the best outcome. The little unlucky bastard was extremely unlucky on a normal day.

However, at the critical moment, he was still quite lucky. He had almost been eaten by wild beasts, and for some reason, he managed to escape. "I believe he will be lucky this time around …"

In fact, in the entire village, the person who was most concerned about Little Wang Mu was the village chief, Zhou Hai. The village chief, Zhou Hai, had never had a son, so everyone knew that Zhou Hai took care of Little Wang Mu like he was his own child.

The current Zhou Hai was frowning deeply. Even though his face still had a ferocious expression, he could feel a hint of apprehension and worry in his words. Maybe even he didn't know if Little Wang Mu could make it through this.

"Sigh, Village Chief, I …" Liu Meng choked on her words.

"I want to drink water!"

At this time, little Wang Mu who was on the bed let out a weak sound, and spoke in an extremely weak voice.

"Liu Meng, go pour some water. Little Wang Mu, don't move, it's alright, the village is already in a safe place. It's over, it's all over.

Seeing that Wang Mu was showing signs of waking up, the village chief Zhou Hai's old face revealed signs of being comforted, he anxiously went over to the bedside and touched Wang Mu's hand.

"Come, Little Wang Mu, drink some water!"

Liu Meng quickly brought over some clear water and let Wang Mu drink it. He watched Wang Mu's every move with concern, afraid that he would make another mistake.

After drinking the water, Little Wang Mu fainted once again for another day.

During this day, almost everyone in the entire village had come to see Wang Mu, but village chief Zhou Hai only left Liu Meng by his side to take care of him.

The two of them guarded Wang Mu as if they were looking at their own children. After all, Wang Mu's life was very tough, even though he was born, he did not know his parents. However, he was still obedient and sensible, making the people in the village all like him.

"Village Head, Village Head, Grandpa!"

Just as the two of them were thinking about something, little Wang Mu who was on the sickbed was struggling to speak. His tone was weak, as though he was in danger of losing his life at any moment. Its face was completely devoid of blood, and its eyes were slightly sunken, making it seem somewhat terrifying.

Village Chief Zhou Hai was knowledgeable, so he placed his hand on Wang Mu Jr. 's Meridian, as he examined Wang Mu's body.

"Good, I'm fine now. I have a normal breath, and the air in my body is flowing smoothly. There shouldn't be any problems. I will be fine after a few days of rest. Little unlucky bastard, I think you are luckier than normal, hahaha."

The last bit of worry on Village Chief Zhou Hai's face had finally disappeared as he pulled Wang Mu's hand and said happily.

Liu Meng was also extremely happy by the side. He himself blamed himself for this matter, but now that Little Wang Mu had recovered, he could finally put down the heavy burden in his heart. He held onto Wang Mu's other hand and guarded little Wang Mu.

"Village Head Grandpa, how long have I slept? Why haven't the sky brightened yet?"

Little Wang Mu who was on the bed was finally struggling to open her eyes, her usually intelligent eyes now looked very calm, to the point that they looked even less intelligent than an average person's eyes.

Just as Wang Mu finished speaking, the hands of village chief Zhou Hai and Liu Meng trembled involuntarily. The two of them looked at each other for a while, but did not say anything.

Because right now, at noon, the light was extremely strong and little Wang Mu had said that it was night. There was only one explanation for it, and that was that his eyes had gone blind.

"Little Wang Mu, good girl, it's still early, go and sleep for a while more. Village Head Grandfather and your Uncle Liu are also a little tired. We'll guard you outside. You sleep well, and when you wake up, you'll be fine. "

Village Chief Zhou Hai unceasingly comforted little Wang Mu. Under the consolation of the Village Chief's grandfather, little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little, Little Wang Mu fell asleep.

The two of them walked out of the room, but they did not walk far. They only walked out of the courtyard. Liu Meng quickly gathered some of the villagers.

"Little Wang Mu is the benefactor of our village. Without him, who knows how many more of us would have died on this black mountain. In the future, Little Wang Mu will be my foster son. If anyone looks down on him, that means they look down on me, Zhou Hai. "

The village chief, Zhou Hai, had no children in his life. No one knew why, and no one could understand why this old man, who was extremely powerful, would be willing to protect the village. However, everyone obeyed the village chief, Zhou Hai's words, because the village had Zhou Hai.

"Little Wang Mu, he … in order to save us, his sharp eyes have been blinded, wuuuuuuuuu."

Liu Meng cried. He could no longer hold back his tears, self-reproach, sadness, and love. At this moment, this eight foot tall man was crying bitterly.

Among the other villagers, some of them cried, while some others held back their tears. However, a wave of grief spread throughout the entire village. Because everyone knew that if not for Wang Mu, everyone above Black Mountain City would probably be dead.

"Alright, how are you crying? We have to tell Wang Mu to be strong, not just one or two people who are crying themselves to death. "You're not allowed to cry. In the future, no one is allowed to cry."

Village Chief Zhou Hai was very sad at the moment, but he couldn't cry, he couldn't be sad, he still had to take care of the blind Little Wang Mu.

No one cried anymore. They looked at Zhou Hai, then at the small hut behind Zhou Hai.

In his dreams, Little Wang Mu saw stars. The starlight that filled the sky was like her eyes, which had also turned into stars. It was very beautiful. Little Wang Mu had never seen such a beautiful star before, never.

"Village Chief, is it dawn? I've slept soundly. I don't want to sleep anymore. I still need to go and play with Second Egg and the others. I don't want to sleep anymore."

When Little Wang Mu woke up, his first thought was to grab onto his somewhat rough palm.

Wang Mu knew that these were the hands of the village chief's grandfather. Even though they were a little wrinkled, even though they were a little rough, these hands were the warmest hands.

"The sky is still dark. Sleep for a while longer."

Village Chief Zhou Hai held both of Little Wang Mu's hands, and his only remaining eye was filled with grief. However, his words did not reveal anything, as he did not want to tell Wang Mu. This was because this was the child he doted on the most. He had always treated this child as his own.

"Village head grandfather, I know, I know, I'm fine, I'm really fine, I really can't see, I can still hear you, that's enough, the people in the village are fine, as long as everyone is safe, even if it was my life, in exchange for everyone's safety, I don't have any complaints, I, Wang Mu's life, was originally given to me by everyone."

Wang Mu had guessed it. It was not that dawn had not arrived, but his eyes had lost their usual agility, and could no longer see the sky filled with starlight.

Wang Mu did not feel sad, because what he had done was worth it. He had used his own eyes to exchange for the safety of the entire village.

Looking at Little Wang Mu who was still lying on the bed, this somewhat skinny, usually a little naughty and cute little Wang Mu, at this moment, seemed to have grown up. He did not hate anything, did not complain about anything, and even more so did not feel sad. All of these made Zhou Hai feel that little Wang Mu had grown up.

"Little guy, it's okay. It will be fine. When you get better, I'll teach you a cultivation method. It will be fine. It will definitely be fine!"

Village Chief Zhou Hai's words were spoken with determination. Looking at Little Wang Mu in front of him, his heart was filled with sorrow.

Days passed, like quicksand in one's hand. No one could be held back, no one could steal it away. A month passed in this manner.

The weather gradually became colder, and it was already late autumn. Yellow leaves filled the sky, fluttering about like countless yellow butterflies in the sky. The ground had already turned slightly golden. From north to south, the autumn wind whimpered as if it was singing a lament.

In this past month, Wang Mu was already used to walking in the dark, and could not see the slightest bit of light. It was just that, the village chief's grandfather would often lead him to the hill outside the village.

The village chief, Zhou Hai, told Little Wang Mu that there was a wutong tree here. In the autumn, the scenery was very good and Little Wang Mu might be able to see it for himself one day.

Today, the sky was somewhat cold, so Wang Mu, alone, arrived on top of the small hill. He quietly raised his head, as if he was looking at the wutong tree in the distance, but did not see any light at all.

He never knew how terrible it was to not be able to see the light, nor did he ever know how terrifying the night was. But now, he could only hear the north wind whimpering, and could only hear the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

held his head high and stretched out his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the rain that was falling down from the sky, as if he wanted to feel the autumn wind.

"Giggle Falling Leaf Parasol Tree. Autumn is entering the rain. The most beautiful time of sunset." A voice like that of an empty valley warbler came from the wutong tree.

"Good sentence, good sentence, I have never heard such a good sentence before" Little Wang Mu, who was currently feeling the light drizzle down from the sky and the extremely fragrant scent of the wutong tree, couldn't help but say when she heard this sentence.

"Do you know poetry?" In the wutong tree forest, a somewhat naughty and pleasant voice rang out once again.

"I don't understand." Wang Mu rubbed his head and said with a silly smile.