Then, without hesitation, he kicked out the shoes on his feet.
For a moment he felt as if he had completely thrown off all constraints and concerns.
Then, he quickly reached out, tightly grabbed the person next to him, turned around and ran forward.
The scenery in front of him was fleeting, and before he could see clearly, it was already behind him. He felt that he had never run so fast before. He only felt that the speed of his running was extremely fast, like a gust of wind and rain.
The whistling sound of the wind in his ears was like an exciting war drum, inspiring him to keep sprinting forward.
Behind him, he heard people shouting in astonishment, but these voices could not stop him from moving forward.
At this moment, he held tightly to the new friend he had just met, and the two of them ran wildly on the wide road like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, recklessly and without any scruples.
At this time, the sun was about to set, and the afterglow was like spilled gold paint, splashing wantonly on the vast land, even the streets were not spared.
Wherever the afterglow reaches, tiny and dazzling golden flowers bloom like ripples. They are like golden streams, flowing slowly on the ground, which is beautiful beyond words.
On both sides of the street stand crimson buildings. These buildings are tall and majestic, some soaring into the clouds, while others are slightly lower, but they are staggered and one after another, forming a magnificent picture together.
Looking at all this, Ma Tuan felt that the city had become like a dream at this moment, so beautiful that it seemed out of this world.
However, after running for a long time, Ma Tuan gradually lost his strength. His vision began to darken uncontrollably, and a strong smell of blood rose in his throat.
"Am I really going to give up?" Ma Tuan asked himself secretly in his heart.
At this moment, a strong fragrance of misty cypress flowers wafted into their noses. This fragrance, like soft smoke, quickly permeated the surrounding air and enveloped them.
The fragrant aroma seemed to have a magical power, which gave Ma Tuan's originally exhausted body a moment of relief and relaxation.
Tall and straight cypress trees are neatly planted on both sides of the street. They are lush and verdant, forming a dark green sky that completely blocks the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Hidden...Xiao? Do you feel a little better now?"
Blore asked breathlessly, his legs feeling as heavy as lead and he could hardly move.
He stared at the figure in front of him, thinking to himself: How come this person looks so much like Ma Tuan! Whether it's the tone of his voice or the posture when he stands, they are exactly the same as Ma Tuan.
However, the other party insisted that his name was Zang Yao.
“Huff—Huff—”
Ma Tuan finally stopped slowly. He bent down, supported his knees with his hands, and gasped heavily.
After a while, he seemed unable to support the weight of his body anymore, and simply sat down on the ground without caring about anything.
Blore raised his head with difficulty and looked along the street lined with misty cypress flowers.
At the end of the road, there were layers of stairs of varying heights.
The stairs are silvery white all over, like silvery white silk spread on the ground.
And the higher the stairs go, the darker and more solemn their color becomes.
Blore was surprised to find that the overall color of the town had always been a bright and eye-catching crimson. Whether it was large or small buildings or decorations on the streets and alleys, they were all this warm and rich color.
However, at this moment, a unique silver-white staircase suddenly appeared in front of him, which was really incredible.
What is even more curious is that because the stairs extend upward at such a large angle, when you look up, you cannot see what kind of building is connected to the top.
It is like a mysterious palace suspended above the clouds, full of endless temptations and unknowns.
"What are you thinking about?"
When Blore turned around, he saw Ma Tuan staring at him curiously, and then his eyes fell in the direction he had just looked.
"Nothing, what about you? What happened to you just now?"
Blore made no reply, and he repeated his previous question.
But Ma Tuan still didn't answer his question.
"Do you know where this is?"
Ma Tuan answered irrelevantly, then patted the seat next to him and motioned Blore to sit over.
"It feels like this is just an ordinary small town, but it's incredible that there is such a large and majestic temple. The contrast is so strong that it is almost unbelievable.
What do you think?" Ma Tuan said as he bent down and casually picked up a bright and juicy mist flower on the ground.
He was holding a flower and fiddling with it casually, his eyes looking somewhat empty and lifeless, as if he was immersed in a state of boredom.
Blore stood silently by, remaining silent.
After a while, he slowly squatted down and sat silently on a stone, gazing into the distance, as if thinking about something.
At this moment, Blore was thinking to himself: Ma Tuan seemed to have lost some of his memory. If this was true, then was the person in front of him still the familiar Ma Tuan?
Thinking of this, Blore couldn't help but have an idea - maybe he should leave here temporarily and find a way to help Ma Tuan recover his memory.
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