Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The people behind are shaking.

Five cramping fingers clasped his shoulders, with a crying voice, like a kitten whimpering.

He stopped.

Except between the bedclothes, he rarely saw this person crying.

He knows that although this person looks soft and docile, he is actually stronger than most people in the world. Although he is used to being silent and patient and silent, once he is attached to something, even he cannot make this. Man surrendered.

He had wanted to break the opponent's hard shell more than once to look at the opponent's soft inside.

Just reluctant to bear it in the end.

At this moment, the shell of this person was finally crushed, and all the fragility and panic were displayed in front of him, but he had no desire to appreciate it at all. But just want to draw the sword, and smash the corpses of all the people who have hurt this person.

"Xianzhang," he tried to control the overflowing hostility, breathing well, and muttered, "Don't cry."

The people behind him only repeated: "It hurts... I hurt..."

He was silent for a while and asked, "Will you feel pain if you go up again?"

"pain…"

"It will fall...it hurts..."

The words of the people behind him were messy and shattered, and their voices were very low. He listened very carefully for a while before he could barely hear some information.

Just a little message.

But it made his fist clenched so that it was about to bleed.

Yes.

Unlike his monsters born from darkness and filth, the human race was born longing for light.

The stone ladder is the only way to escape the tower, and it is impossible for this person to not try to climb.

But when he just saw this man, he was sitting next to the stone ladder like a corpse.

The bare skin was stained with blood, and there were many scattered on the ground, white and smashed bones.

Even if the wound is no longer visible on this person, he can imagine it.

-This person has been extremely close to the sky, but he fell to pieces.

More than once.

It only takes a moment to fall, but the climbing process is extremely long.

How many times did this person repeat, climbing up and then falling down, before he became that broken look?

He dared not think deeply.

"Don't be afraid," he said, "...it won't hurt anymore."

"I will take you out, leave here, and go to a place with sunshine. The breeze is gentle and the vegetation is gentle. You can live freely, see the scenery you want, and do what you want to do."

As he said, he took another step.

Suddenly I felt a pain in my shoulder. It was the people behind who bit him with open mouth.

He wasn't angry, so he laughed lowly.

"Bite." He said, "If this makes you feel better."

His heavy footsteps echoed in the darkness.

Together with his low voice.

He continued what he said just now.

"...After you go out, it doesn't matter if you don't want to move, I'll be with you."

"We can find a place to live in seclusion away from the disturbances of the outside world. At that time, you can lie on a wicker chair and bask in the sun while I will be watching you by the side."

He seemed to think of some delightful picture, and then laughed lowly.

"I remember you like to eat sweet cakes. After I go out, I can make them for you myself."

"But when the time comes, don't laugh at what I did badly."

I do not know how long it has been.

The people behind him stopped sobbing and stopped biting him.

Thin arms trembled around his neck trembling, entangled with him. The gentle breathing was soft and thin, spraying on his neck and shoulders.

He looked up.

The sky is near.

-"come out."

Along with Ye Yunlan's cold drink, a golden crack appeared out of thin air where he was looking.

"Your perception is very keen."

There was a hoarse voice that didn't distinguish men, women, and children.

In the crack, a figure wearing a sacred mask and riding a Huluan gradually emerged.

He was wearing a red armor, but his style looked much older than the soldiers Ye Yunlan had seen on the day.

The body aura is very powerful, far beyond the six realms of the mortal body.

"Since you have such a keen perception," Yao Riyin guard said, "you should know that in the face of the absolute strength gap, you have already pierced your wings and cannot escape."

Although it has been expected.

He also didn't regard Ye Di as his father.

But Ye Di turned back and sent someone to remove his behavior after signing the sacred contract, which still made Ye Yunlan feel a little uncomfortable.

Ye Yunlan held the shadow in his hand, his sword reflected the lightning in the sky, and his voice was cold, "I only perceive that you have a disgusting and decadent breath."

Between the dead and the living, the smell of years soaked in the saprophytic flower juice that keeps the flesh and soul immortal.

This is the "understanding" of the Ye Clan.

Yao Ri Yin defended: "Ignorant children can only take advantage of their mouths."

Ye Yunlan: "Ye Xuanguang is still going through the catastrophe. Since Emperor Ye sent you to come, but he didn't help you Prince Ye Clan, he wanted to take my life first?"

Yao Ri Yinwei is cold and cold: "As long as you get rid of you, Your Highness will be the only destiny of the Ye Clan, and he will succeed in the catastrophe."

"Destiny." Ye Yunlan repeated these two words in a low voice, with a little sarcasm in his cold eyebrows.

As for Ye Xuanguang's tribulation, Yao Ri Yinwei stopped talking nonsense with him, riding on Huo Luan, merged his palms and formed a curse seal.

The eyes behind his mask were faintly golden under the curse mark.

"The sky is a prison, and anyone who violates my Ye Clan will be condemned by the demon lord. But please use the strength of the holy wood Fengwu, and please use the line of cause and effect to obliterate this person."

With the sound of the mantra of the Hidden Guard in the sun, countless golden threads protruded from the void and pierced towards Ye Yunlan!

Yaori Hidden Guard didn't look at it again, and turned around with his expressionless face, driving Huo Luan to rush to the place where the prince crossed the calamity.

He knew that Ye Yunlan was bound to die.

When Ye Yunlan signed the sacred contract and completely severed the relationship with Ye Clan, his death was doomed.

Shengmu Fengwu will no longer bless him, and under the line of cause and effect, his existence will be completely eliminated in the world, and no one will even remember his name anymore.

This is the refuge left by the demon Lord Divine Phoenix to the Ye Clan with supreme power. It has been passed on for thousands of years. I don't know how much it has helped the Ye Clan deal with it?

Although the cost is huge—but it's worth it.

Ye Yunlan stared at these golden threads, his complexion as cold as ice, and the rich meaning of death and dying was deposited in his eyes.

He has no spiritual power, and although he can cut all creatures with the sword, he can't cut through the dead objects without the aura of life, such as the line of cause and effect, with the sword intent alone.

Only by activating the forbidden technique, the realm was raised to Taxu in an instant—but he didn't know whether his present physical body could withstand the immense power, even if only for a moment—the Lack of Shadow Sword screamed.

wrong.

He condensed his eyebrows and suddenly stopped starting the forbidden technique.

The heart is beating hard.

Time after time, the blood was flowing all over the body in a rush.

Countless golden threads are reflected in the constricted pupil tip, so cold and sharp, but why? That...familiar him?

In the dark, he suddenly had a strong premonition.

These things can't hurt him.

It doesn't stop there.

There is also a deep anger, as if coming from the depths of far and endless time and space, making his blood flow rushing, hard to stop.

Yaori Hidden Guard was about to drive Huo Luan to soar, when suddenly he heard a cold voice coming from behind.

"Where do you want to go in such a hurry?"

The author has something to say: Later, the Ye people who finally learned the truth: What stupid things did we do, my emperor loves me again

Master: In the next life