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Chapter 503: Where is he? (Part 2)(1/2)

With one step, it's a thousand meters away.

The location of the next stone monument was found almost in the blink of an eye.

Although she knew this was this kid's tactic to delay the attack, Xiaoran would never let go of any clues.

I would rather be wrong than let anyone go.

I was afraid that I would be careless and let go of this kid's hidden true identity.

Although this method was a bit stupid, it eliminated the possibility of Ding Xiaoyi slipping away from under his nose, which showed that Xiaoran hated Ding Xiaoyi to the core of her heart.

Even if he has to climb all this mountain, he will never let go of the slightest possibility.

Everything is written on these stones.

But most of them are words that are not painful or itchy.

For example: [You should take a rest] [I feel sorry for you] [Hey, have you found everything here?] etc.

Although these words were neither painful nor itchy, and they did not even insult him, Xiaoran seemed to feel that they made him more angry than insulting himself.

In fact, if these stones were full of curses written against him, he would feel better.

Because of these curses, insults are no less than a kind of praise in Xiao Ran's eyes.

But after Ding Xiaoyi changed these words into these indifferent greetings, it made him feel looked down upon.

It's like a child who is acting wildly and willfully. After all the mischief, he only receives a gentle greeting from his parents: "Are you tired, kid? Eat something and have a good sleep?"

How could Xiaoran, who was so eager to kill people and take pleasure in torturing others, bear this kind of feeling? She would smash every piece she saw.

The only thing that puzzled him was that there was a word "convex" behind every sentence. What this word meant, he still hadn't figured it out yet.

After destroying countless graffiti-covered stones.

Xiaoran has gradually felt numb.

However, at this moment, a different stone suddenly appeared in his sight.

The words written on this stone are very special.

It was the same handwriting as he usually recognized, and it seemed that he wrote it like this on purpose, for fear that he wouldn't recognize it.

I saw that there were only four words written on it [Xiaoran's Tomb], which were not embossed this time.

"Humph, that's ridiculous!"

Seeing this, Xiaoran curled her lips and immediately punched the stone tablet into pieces.

For a moment, Xiaoran was as vulnerable as a piece of tofu under Xiaoran's fist. However, what Xiaoran never expected was that after the broken stone exploded, the mound of dirt in front of the stone was also blown away by the wind of his fist.

The formation broke apart.

Only the yellow and sticky mud splashed out, with a pungent stench, staining his face...

"this!!"

The muscles on Xiaoran's face suddenly stiffened, and she already had a bad premonition in her heart. Looking at the broken yellow mud on the ground, it seemed to be quite fresh, with just a thin layer of soil sprinkled on it.

"Ahhhhh~"

Sad roars echoed from the mountainside to the top of the mountain.

Ding Xiaoyi's lips raised a smile of victory. He knew that his fresh and foul-smelling bubble was a gift to nature and a gift left to the world. Xiaoran had discovered it.

No matter which way he used it, I believe it was a scene that was difficult to describe.

"he!!"

Shuang'er, who was sitting nearby, naturally heard this roar full of sorrow and anger.

She stared at him dumbfounded for a moment.

She could see how simple what Ding Xiaoyi did from beginning to end.

The words written on the stone about not hurting or itching, and even some of the words, were incomprehensible to her. For example, the caring greetings of taking a break when you were tired from climbing were even more incredible.

This guy is almost dead, but he still cares about this devil???

However, these simple actions made Xiaoran angry again and again, and this time it was even more exaggerated.

There seemed to be an unmistakable sadness in the voice.

How on earth did this guy do it??

In confusion, Shuang'er suddenly felt that the mysterious young man in front of him was becoming more and more difficult to understand.

It seems that the confident smile on his face has not changed since the beginning.

She calls herself a saint of a clan, but when faced with such an ordinary-looking young man, she actually feels like she can't see through anything.

For a moment, she looked at Ding Xiaoyi with a haggard face, and she felt a little crazy.

Perhaps he is not as good as those talented people from the sect, nor as good as those romantic young men in the town.

Even looks average.

It's just that no one, no one can be like him, facing the pursuit of such a peerless demon, but still maintaining such strong confidence on his face.

She didn't even know where this confidence came from.

But he can feel that behind this confidence, there is a unique and powerful force supporting him.

It was this self-confidence that made her forget the fact that Ding Xiaoyi was poisoned.

"Shuang'er!"

Ding Xiaoyi stared at the sea of ​​clouds in front of him, and suddenly called out her name, but his voice became extremely weak.

The poison in his body has penetrated into his lungs.

The force that wanted to pull him back became stronger and stronger. He tried his best to resist this force, but he still felt as if his body was going to float at any time and became light and airy.

At this time, as long as I close my eyes, I may be pulled back to hell by this force.

"What!!" Shuang'er opened his eyes wide and listened carefully, for fear of missing a word.

"Do you believe me?"

Ding Xiaoyi was so angry that his eyelids kept fighting.

Shuang'er nodded: "Believe it, I didn't believe it before, but now I believe you!"

"Then hold me tight now. Remember to hold me tight. No matter what happens, don't let go."

After Shuang'er heard this, he didn't ask why.

He immediately hugged Ding Xiaoyi tightly with his hands: "Is that it?"

I saw a smile rising on his cheek: "So soft!"

In an instant, a blush appeared on Shuang'er's little face, and he spat: "At this time, you are still joking!"

Even though she said this, her hands hugged her even tighter!

“How sweet!!”

At this time, the sound of heavy footsteps behind the two gradually got closer and closer.

Shuang'er's expression changed and she couldn't help but close her eyes. She didn't even dare to look at the twisted cheek. Just by hearing Xiaoran's voice, she knew that this guy was so angry that he was on the verge of collapse.

At this time, even if an extremely rare treasure falls into his hands, it will be ruthlessly torn into pieces by him.

Ding Xiaoyi turned around with difficulty, looking at Xiaoran's cold face, which gradually appeared in his sight, his eyes flashed: "I have been waiting for you, but you came up too slowly!"

"Ha! Wait until I crush every bone in your body inch by inch!"

Xiaoran glared at the young man, his chest heaving violently as if it was about to burst in the next moment.

"No need, let me give you one last gift!"

When Ding Xiaoyi said it to the end, he felt that he could no longer hold on any longer. The force was getting stronger and stronger, and the will left in his blissful dream was about to be shattered.

Xiaoran was startled and looked around alertly.

When she was sure that there was no ambush around, she breathed a sigh of relief, but soon Xiaoran realized that she had been frightened to such an extent by such an ordinary person.

The unknown fire in my heart suddenly came out.

Unfortunately, Ding Xiaoyi didn't give him a chance to attack this time. He only saw the corner of his mouth squirming slightly and slowly spit out one word: "Jump!"

Shuang'er's eyes widened, looking at the vast white abyss below.

Her mind suddenly went blank, but she had no chance to think too much. Her body instinctively obeyed Ding Xiaoyi's command, and she used all her strength to hold Ding Xiaoyi and jump into the air.

I thought to myself: "Okay, it's better than dying at the hands of this monster."

"No!!"

Looking at the two figures jumping off the cliff, Xiaoran's pupils tightened into a dot, and without even thinking, she quickly caught up with them and jumped off the cliff together.

"If you want to die, you have to die in my hands."

His figure speeded up and swooped down, staring directly at Ding Xiaoyi, who was about to expire.
To be continued...
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