Feng Yao Jiu Tian

"Okay, I'll lower the requirements a little bit, 10 minutes, anyone, as long as they can hold on to me for 10 minutes, then they can go see Xiaoya."

After Xiaobai said this, he went back to his room directly. He didn't have so much free time to chat with Yin Jian, and he also knew that even if he lowered the standard of 5 minutes, someone must stick to him for 10 minutes. Minutes, that is really impossible.

You know, Xiaobai is a high-star beast master, and it took a long time to enter the high-star beast master.

Yin Jian, on the other hand, muttered to himself outside Xiaobai's room very depressedly: "10 minutes... 10 minutes..." If someone passes by here, they can see the time spent in Xiaobai's room. At the door of Bai's room, there is a person who looks like a psychopath, who has been talking to himself here, and has been saying the same three words.

Ranya's room.

"Sister Xiaoya, why don't you wake up and look at Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu is so obedient now, besides, Xiao Wu is not naughty now and won't tease everyone, Xiao Wu is so obedient in front of you every day Be obedient, I don’t play much anymore, how can you bear the heart of Xiao Wu, who is so lively, to become such a homeless person, sister Xiaoya, tell me, I really miss the days when we were together, at that time, I always Making noises in the energy fountain, you have to separate your mind to talk to me. In fact, I will tell you secretly, I did it on purpose. , In your fountain of energy, there is such a self that has always existed. Although, that is the past, not the present."

Tears began to glisten on Xiao Wu's face.

However, it was precisely because her tears were shining that she did not see Ran Ya's eyelashes, and she made a slight movement in the gap just now. Although it was just a few simple blinks, it meant that Ran Ya There are signs of waking up.

"How is it? Xiaoya still hasn't moved at all today?" Xiao Bai's figure appeared in Xiao Wu's line of sight, but it was a little blurry. After all, Xiao Wu cried just now, and it was very loud. sad.

"Well, Sister Xiaoya still refuses to wake up. I've said it's so pitiful, but she still refuses to wake up. Could it be that I was really too naughty before, and Sister Xiaoya doesn't want to talk to me anymore?" On Wu's face, the tears hadn't dried completely, and her eyes were already flushed, even slightly swollen.

"Don't think too much, Xiaoya will wake up, Xiao Wu, you should also take a break, you are always talking like this beside her, in fact, you are very tired, come out with me, let's let Xiaoya be here Stay here quietly for a while by yourself, maybe, she dislikes me? Maybe the two of you are too noisy. "

Xiaobai comforted himself with words that couldn't be said to be comforting, but he knew that it was just a sad comfort.

"Well, brother Xiaobai, let's hug Xiaowu to sleep tonight, Xiaowu is so lonely, Xiaowu seems to want sister Xiaoya to wake up."

Xiao Wu's eyes were red, like a bunny, which made people feel distressed and didn't know what to do.

"Okay, brother Xiaobai will hug you to sleep tonight. Xiaowu will not be alone, sister Xiaoya will definitely wake up!" I really don't know if this is Xiaobai's comfort to Xiaowu or to himself.

Xiaobai hugged Xiao Wu and walked out of Ranya's room quietly, without even making a sound, just hoping not to disturb Ranya.

However, the moment they closed the door, Ran Ya's eyeballs moved more violently, and her fingers trembled slightly, as if she had been stimulated by something.

"I've clearly devoured you, why did you appear again?" Bai Yiranya looked at the red-clothed Ranya who suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and a trace of panic appeared on her face uncontrollably.

She has always been very calm, even when Ran Ya in Hong Yi was about to devour her, she had a calm expression, but this time, the emotional changes and fluctuations on her face were too obvious up.

"Impossible, after I devoured myself in red, I have been paying attention to the changes in my phantom power. Although there are gray fringes on the side, I have never felt that your consciousness exists in my mind." How could you still be alive?" Bai Yi Ranya's astonishment seemed to be like the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, pouring into his mind endlessly.

"This time, you are wrong. I am not the red-clothed you you saw before, but your demon."

The expression in the eyes of Ranya in red is really quite different from that of Ranya in red before. If the previous Ranya in red looked like a murderous god, then the one in front of her is a person so profound At what time, even Ranya in white can't feel the strength of Ranya in red in front of her eyes, which causes panic in Ranya's heart. Things make my mood fluctuate greatly.

"Demon?" It seemed that these two words were far away from her. Bai Yiranya didn't even know what to use to describe her mood at the moment. She even repeated the word "Demon" .

"Yes, I am all the distracting thoughts and resentments in your heart. Don't think that you have no distracting thoughts and resentments because you are of the light attribute. In fact, I know that you also hope that your strength can break through to the peak, but I want to tell you The most important thing is that you are not your original self at all, your attributes, nor the attributes you really have. What do you think your attributes are? Light? Darkness? Killing? Neither, but-- ----create!"

Ran Ya seemed to be strongly stimulated, especially the last two words, which kept coming back and forth in her mind, like echoes.

create. . . . . . .create. . . . . .

"My attributes? Creation?" Ranya felt that she had heard the best joke in the world. The attributes in her body were two kinds of light and darkness, and, at the end, in her phantom power There is also a layer of gray mist, gray, although I don't know what attribute it is, but judging from it, it should be domineering, and it has a bit of death, a bit similar to destruction, yes, It is the attribute of destruction, but now she is told that her attribute is creation?If this is not a contradiction, what is it?