"Why should you be disturbed by this? They are all dying people, and it is their innate destiny to die like this. Why should you be sad about it? It is not your fault." The woman sitting in the red dress

The man next to him raised his chin and looked at the dying young man in boredom.

The armor lines on his body went backwards, glowing with black light.

He looked at the motionless woman in red again and wanted to laugh: "Haha, it's none of your business in the first place, so why do you bother yourself about it?"

The young man's pain eased somewhat, and the pain began to escape his body quickly. His brows began to relax, but there was still doubt.

"Do you... also believe in fate?"

The young man's voice became softer and softer, as if he was speaking in one stroke.

The man stood up slowly. The woman looked at him and stood up slowly. But the moment the man stood up, she turned into golden light like stars and dispersed. Then, the chief manager, Zhao Zhao, Chun Xi,

Erica and Lin'er disappeared together, leaving only him who had been looking at the young man.

"Of course I don't believe it. Things like fate are just a cover for imprisonment. I won't believe in that kind of thing."

"Then... why..." The young man was able to sit up, and the ice here began to feel less cold.

"Hey, isn't this because you are half-dead? It's good to live in your own little world all the time." But before he finished asking, the man waved his hand lazily: "But, can you live in your own sadness?

It’s a kind of wonder in this small world, how can anyone push themselves to death?”

He then shook his head and said with a smile: "Sometimes I really hate you people. You are so kind-hearted that you have to be a Holy Mother to practice yourself. The key is that you are still a real Holy Mother, not some high-sounding one."

Holy mother bitch. It’s really rare.”

"I don't understand what you mean." The young man slowly got up, and he could feel the movement of spiritual power again. This time it seemed to be clearer. He looked at the broken hands, and found that enough strength had been restored, and he was no longer connected to himself.

There is no way to hold it up.

"I mean, some people are really kind, and some people are fake. A really kind person, just like you, would like to share the suffering of others when you see it. A fake kind person will be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts and will never recover.

There is no way to calm down the anger towards their hypocrisy.”

"I'm not kind, I'm just afraid. I'm afraid those sufferings will come to me. I can't help them at all." The young man slowly looked at the man with his back turned, as if he wanted to leave.

"So, just because of this, you can't be a fake kind person." The man slowly turned back and smiled at him: "Hey, your name is Chang Yufeng..."

"Well...my name is Chang Yufeng." The young man nodded and said slowly to him.

"Don't be so sad about this! Like a bitter gourd, no one will like you. You haven't taken a good look at the world. No matter how many dangers are in front of you, there are still so many beautiful things in this world.

Existence, they are the meaning of our living well. Don't be frightened by a life that does not belong to you! Your own life will definitely have a bright future! Everyone does."

The young man looked at him blankly, then looked at his hands, which began to become smaller again and returned to their original appearance. His body began to undergo amazing changes, and the tenderness began to return to his face, with an obvious look.

dimple.

He hummed, and was surprised to find that his voice was no longer deep, but rather neutral.

He glanced in the direction of the man again, and the man turned back, leaving only his golden back. The man waved and disappeared into the gold.

The young man knew who this man was. He looked at his changing body. The shrinkage of his frame made him sit lower. The golden light on the ground dissipated, revealing a dark ice surface surrounded by black threads. The ice surface was as cold as a ghost.

It flashes and flickers between the day and night changes of the Lingzhu Sword.

"Chang! Yu! Feng! Pull out this sword! Quick!"

Xunhuangying's voice pulled him back.

He looked in the direction of Xunhuangying, his eyes sharp, and he immediately knew what happened. He stood up, stepped on the ice, and was about to run towards Xunhuangying.

【tong～】

A crisp sound echoed in this dungeon, clean and ethereal.

"Ouch! It hurts, hurts, hurts...it hurts!"

"Chang Yufeng! What are you doing, Chang Yufeng!" Xunhuangying's head was covered with black lines.

The boy who fell to the ground slowly got up.

His body became smaller, but his clothes disappeared.

He stepped on his clothes aggressively, causing him to fall and chew on the mud.

However, this time, although he cried out in pain, his body was not damaged and he quickly got up again.

"Sorry...sorry...wait a moment, wait a moment." The boy scratched his head and apologized sheepishly.

"What's going on!" The white-haired woman shocked the naive boy.

He shouldn't have any self-defense spells to withstand the thousand-year cold here! He should be covered in bruises!

And his appearance! It looked exactly like a king! But the generous and out-of-place white clothes felt very inconsistent.

She looked at Xunhuang Ying opposite him angrily.

"You actually used me to get rid of his inner fire!"

"This is called fighting poison with poison... You are also a kind of poison, how can you use it?" Xunhuangying blinked at her, and his smile returned to his face.

"Lan Luo, how was my performance? Are you serious?" Xunhuangying smiled happily and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The originally weak blue coercion quickly impacted Lan Luo's mental power.

There is a strong momentum for counterattack.

"King! I never thought that you would be so cunning and abandon the dignity of the devil!!"

"Hehe... Thank you Lan Luo for the compliment." Xun Huangying's meanness began to show.

"Chang Yufeng, what are you doing, Chang Yufeng! Hurry up!"

"I'm tired!"

The young man pulled at his loose clothes, exposing his feet, and the boots that were left in place were completely discarded. He ran over in a swaggering manner, like a rabbit hopping left and right in order to prevent his clothes from tripping him.

"Lan Luo... do you know? There are some things that cannot be forgiven just by saying a kind word. Do you know? I will make all betrayers pay with blood!" Xunhuangying opened his eyes wide,

The anger was even more arrogant than Lan Luo's gritted teeth.

"Did you want my cold energy to drive away the fire in his heart from the beginning?" Lan Luo gritted his teeth. Before the two of them came in, he heard clearly what they said in the corridor.

"Of course, but it's really hard to get rid of the inner demon of this kid Chang Yufeng. If it weren't for your demonic cold energy, there really would be no way to extinguish his inner fire." Xunhuangying said slowly, explaining everything

Dao Lai: "We are here... The purpose of this is of course your resurrection stone, but I know you too well. Your cold energy can not only attack the body, but also the heart. If Chang Yufeng has inner demons, it is absolutely impossible

We are your opponent. So, do you mind if we lend you some warmth? I think you won’t mind either. Hahahaha."

"...King...you have changed..."

"Huh, wait, Lan Luo! We will meet again!" Xunhuangying stood up slowly. He looked at the flickering black iron chains, which were connected together and vibrated all over Lan Luo's body.

【Buzz~】

The sword roared.

Countless pieces of ice began to stand through it.

The Nine-Turn Spirit Pearl Sword, with its entire body covered in ice blue, is marked by a rotating spirit bead on top of the three-foot long sword. It dominates the elements of all realms and is a vertical and horizontal imperial-level weapon. As the resurrection stone of the Great Demon King of the First Day, its

The strength is evident.

And now, it is roaring in the young man's hand.

The furious black ice suddenly protruded like countless blades, approaching the two of them.

It’s too late to say it, but it will be soon!

With a loud bang, the entire corridor closed instantly.

"Can you stop me? Lan Luo!" Xunhuangying sneered and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the young man with the ice blue sword roaring furiously in his hand.

The young man was originally looking at the strange sword, but at this moment, the ice peak protruded, and he jumped and distanced himself instantly.

The Nine-turn Spirit Pearl Sword was horizontal, and a sword energy hit the door with a bang. It was like countless ice knives passing through, and the protruding ice peaks broke and collapsed instantly.

"Abominable king!" Lan Luo yelled through gritted teeth!

"I'm sorry, my name is! It's Chang Yufeng!"

A small figure jumped out and stood at the broken door. He opened his gentle eyes and looked at the woman bound by countless chains.
Chapter completed!