Chaos City 50

After that day, the City of Chaos lost their young master, who had high hopes for them and was extremely talented.

After the Sky Crack was successfully sealed, Asulin did not show any abnormality for the next three months. He supported the overall situation and supervised the reconstruction of the city.

The Beauty Snake Tribe, the Red Horse Tribe, and the White Feather Tribe left the City of Chaos one after another and headed to their own tribes to look for the surviving members of their tribes.

The only thing they could be thankful for was that their tribe's leader was still alive and had not perished in the disaster that covered the entire Northern Territory.

Apart from……

The young leader of the Mi tribe who sacrificed his life.

Isa was the last to leave. Before leaving, he looked back at the city of chaos.

He had looked back at the city like this many times.

But never before has I felt as empty as I do now.

It seemed that after his little friend left, he took the soul of the city away, and all the laughter and relaxation here disappeared along with it.

Isa: "Elder, am I really useless?"

The elder was shocked: "Chief, why do you think so?"

Isa: "But I can't even protect my own friends."

He remembered the child on the stage of the blacksmith department three days before the crack in the sky appeared, who was full of confidence and vowed to protect them all.

He stands at a higher position than A Ren, understands more principles than him, and self-righteously protects A Ren's innocence. However, while protecting this innocence, he cannot hide the neglect and perfunctory attitude in his lies.

Neither he nor Congcong had expected that this would be the last time they saw Xiao Hongtuan, who left in such a hurry that day.

On the Metaverse in the City of Chaos, they watched as the child turned into starlight that would never return that night.

Nothing is left.

-

Blacksmith Department.

Congcong was still sitting in front of the door, quietly looking at the place where he and A Ren used to play together.

Their Red Bear clan was humble and understood many principles. After that, he realized that he would definitely leave before A Ren.

Congcong is just a passer-by in A Ren's long life.

They knew each other twenty years ago, and then when he was old, he would watch A Ren become the coolest and most handsome successor.

Then I said proudly, that is my Congcong’s best friend.

But unexpectedly, it was not his life compared to A Ren that was as short as a shooting star, but A Ren's life compared to him.

-

The Mi tribe lost its young master, but the city is still functioning normally.

For three months, Asulin never mentioned "A Ren" again. He still maintained the appearance of the leader as before, as if he had never suffered the damage of the backlash of the sacrificial light column. He refused Dr. Wei's diagnosis and refused the government affairs that Jie Ling wanted to help him share after waking up.

He was living his normal life and he didn't look sad at all.

No one in the city dared to mention the deceased child in front of him.

The pink muhly grass has passed its blooming season and has begun to dry up. The tribesmen cut the grass and used some of it as fuel, some as filling in bedding, and some as making mats.

In short, it is very useful.

The ground where the muhly weeds were cut revealed the desolation that was unique to the city of chaos.

The wings behind Jie Ling only existed for one day, and then turned back into tentacles. His mental strength was severely damaged, and he could only do some government work in the future.

To him, these things didn't matter because he had never done anything physical before.

The ferociously severed tail was reattached, which cost a lot of precious medicine. It would only be difficult to advance the spiritual realm, and the strength would be affected a little. However, it would not be a big deal if it could be used to create a handy and durable weapon.

After they recovered from their injuries, they went to help on their own initiative.

This resulted in Asulin's burden being lightened a lot.

He is no longer busy from morning till night every day——

In fact, there was nothing to be busy about.

Now the other three tribes are also actively rebuilding their own territories. There will be no more wars in the Northern Territory within 30 years. With the Hundred Tribes Convention in place, there is no need to worry about the races in other regions launching wars against the region that has encountered the sky rift.

Simao was very idle, and he stayed by Asulin's side in fear every day.

It's so weird.

Could it be that the backlash injuries caused by the sacrificial light pillar have disappeared?

While it was puzzled, a torrential rain fell in the City of Chaos one night.

Water flows into the low-lying areas of the old rocks.

Asulin disappeared in an instant from a newly opened room next to the original bedroom. Si Mao was furious. After following him, he found that Asulin was standing in the old stone house.

The door couldn't block the rain outside, and some of it had already flowed into the house.

Asulin waved his hand to move the rainwater on the floor of the room, and a layer of silver protective cover was attached to the outside of the stone house.

Only then did he look inside the stone house.

There is no change here since before A Ren left.

Asulin stood here for a long time, so long that Simao was afraid that he would die suddenly, but he did not dare to disturb him. He looked around and saw a small notebook that had accidentally fallen on the ground.

It jumped over, picked it up, and prepared to put it back.

But the notebook flashed and appeared in Asulin's hand.

Asulin lowered his head and turned a page. He had found this notebook on the Lantern Festival, but he didn't have time to read it, so he opened it now.

There were some crooked words on it, recording the same things that Ah Ren had written on the corners of his calligraphy practice paper.

All of them are spoiled and complained:

"Oh, I dozed off again yesterday, so Teacher Jeremy made me write two more pages as punishment. Ulla ula, God of Homework, please come! I hope I can finish my homework on my own this time when I wake up!"

A Sulin remembered the first time A Ren was punished to do homework. He was teaching the kid how to write, but the kid fell asleep while writing. He finished his homework for him that night.

'Dad didn't come again today, I'm angry (erased), okay, I'm not angry, A Ren is not a child who gets angry easily.'

'When can I meet Congcong?'

"The monster in the sky, after looking at it for a long time, always feels familiar. Hey, the bird is scolding the cat again. The bird is not wrong, the cat is not wrong either, the one who made them meet is A Ren (the villain shakes his head)"

"Dad is not here again, but the red light in the sky is Dad. Just look at the sky."

"Angry, Congcong and Big Brother Isa don't believe that A Ren can drive away the monster, humph!"

"Stinky dad, I miss dad..."

There's nothing interesting about it; it's bland, trivial, boring, childish, and filled with children's fantasies and mumblings.

But that's all in a child's world.

Friends, teachers, playing, studying, eating, drinking, and... Dad.

A sudden intense pain arose in Asulin's heart, as if a bunch of steel needles were stuffed into his heart that was cramped to the extreme. He bent down deeply, breathing hard, holding the notebook tightly in his hand.

He thought he was fine.

Things could be handled normally, and even the backlash he thought would occur did not come.

It seems that he disappeared along with A Ren.

But this delayed pain just requires a trick.

The bedroom he deliberately avoided, the stone house he never visited again, everything related to A Ren suddenly flooded into his mind.

There is a small slide next to the bed for the cubs to get in and out of bed, a small footstool, a small chair opposite his desk, and a history of the continent next to his pillow.

There were two handkerchiefs prepared for wiping mouths before each meal, and cub clothes were everywhere. He also learned to choose suitable fabrics for the cubs and match them with good-looking clothes.

Every time he saw new food, the first thing he thought of was whether A Ren could eat it at his age. When he saw new tribute objects, he wondered whether the cub could touch the material and whether it could be used as A Ren's new toy.

All the best glass berries are no longer distributed. They are all refrigerated, and some are made into dried fruits and used as snacks for the cubs to grind their teeth.

And the books on the cub breeding license he hadn't passed...

The backlash in Asulin's body erupted completely, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he trembled with pain. For the first time, he ignored his image and slowly sat down against the wall.

Is it because he has no certificate that fate played such a joke on him?

The moment this thought popped into his mind, he felt that this should be the case.

Asulin felt more sleepy than ever before. His eyelids drooped shut, and he held the small notebook tightly in his hands.

"Asulin! Asulin!"

"Hey! Wake up! What's wrong with you?!"

Si Mao jumped up and down, went out to inform the elders, and moved Asulin to the bed.

Soon, the second elder of the clan arrived.

Yinwei Misai lying on the bed had wet eyelashes, weak breathing, pale face, and blood-stained lips.

The second elder asked: "Is this the backlash from using the sacrificial light pillar?"

Si Mao: “Yes.”

After examining him, Dr. Wei frowned and said, "The body's functions have been severely damaged, practically on the verge of collapse. Coupled with the immense trauma to his mind... Simply put, it's like a bomb that suddenly went off today, causing him to fall into a self-protective slumber."

Si Mao: "Could it be that the sleeping syndrome has started again?"

Doctor Wei shook her head. "It's different from before. Before, he would only wake up once every year or so. This time... I'm not sure. It could be as little as three years, or as much as..."

The stone house suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, the elder sighed and said, "He's just too tired. Let him get some sleep."

"Call Jie Ling and Ning Lie over later. They both know what to do."

The Northern Territory will be in a recovery period for the next thirty to one hundred years. There is Simao in the City of Chaos, as well as inspectors on both sides. With this group of old people, nothing will go wrong.

The second elder of the clan put his walking stick aside and slowly walked to A Ren's small bed.

The elder of the clan: "Old man, what are you doing?"

The second elder of the tribe folded all the clothes of the cub and fixed it into the size of a child. He even had a tail, making it look like a cute colorful Mi cub doll.

He placed the doll next to Asulin's hand.

Mi Lisai, who was sleeping on the bed, seemed to feel something. He slowly turned over and lay on his side. He reached out to hug the doll, gently resting his chin on the doll's head, and curled up his body slightly in a protective posture.

The frown on his face relaxed a lot.

The elder of the clan covered his mouth to suppress his sobs, and tears instantly filled his eyes.

The second elder said softly, "Even if he is asleep, let him feel comfortable."

He picked up his crutch, waved his hand, and slowly walked out of the stone house.

From then on, the Old Stone area of ​​the Central Royal City of the City of Chaos became a heavily guarded restricted area.

There are rumors that there is an extremely precious treasure there, and some say that it is the place where the leader of the Mi tribe recuperates... The rumors are getting more and more outrageous.

But in fact, only the minority people of the Mi ethnic group know about it.

There was just an ordinary stone house.

It's just that there's a stinky daddy sleeping with his cub in his arms.