"Then you have to be careful." Seeing Yang Ran's sad expression, the two of them hesitated and warned, and then they retreated.

Then the room fell into silence, with only the sound of Meng'er's gentle and steady breathing slowly returning.

Yang Ran lowered his head and looked at Meng'er, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Although this well-behaved girl talks little, Yang Ran can really feel that she regards herself as the whole world, but now when something goes wrong, she is powerless.

"What's going on?" Yang Ran murmured, lifting the quilt for Meng'er, but suddenly, he stopped holding her hand halfway, his expression full of shock.

"Meng'er's white hair has grown longer!"

He didn't notice it just now, but now when he took a closer look, Yang Ran discovered that Meng'er's white hair, which was only shoulder-length after being missing for only half a day, was already more than two inches above her shoulders!

How is this possible? Is there a mystery hidden in this white hair?

Yang Ran hesitated for a moment, then carefully held up a strand of white hair and observed it carefully.

However, just when Yang Ran put the strand of white hair in his palm, instantly, a bone-chilling coldness, like a poisonous snake, rushed into his body along the strands of hair.

It was a chill that was more terrifying than the thousand-year ice, because in that chill, Yang Ran felt boundless despair and endless darkness.

That is the coldness of death!

Yang Ran was panicking. He felt that the real power in his body, and even his entire soul, were about to freeze into ice. He quickly wanted to let go and activate the golden energy in his body to prevent the coldness from invading, but at this time, Yang Ran found that he could not

Move!

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound!

At this moment, while Yang Ran was stunned, a cold mist suddenly rose up where the palm of his hand was in contact with the strand of white hair, and then black ice continued to freeze. After a while, black ice suddenly appeared.

The ice began to spread rapidly, freezing to his arms and neck... Finally, when Yang Ran lost consciousness, his whole body was completely frozen.

…

This is a vast sky, covered with layers of dark clouds. Thousands of giant thunders criss-cross and explode, roaring with anger, flashing with a creepy blue light.

Yang Ran's consciousness fell into chaos and his thoughts were disordered. He didn't know if he was dreaming or if he was really experiencing it.

He only found himself floating aimlessly in mid-air. There was lightning and thunder all around, and huge black lightning struck him from time to time. The wounds split open and blood flowed, but not only was Yang Ran not struck to death, he didn't even feel anything.

pain.

Yang Ran wandered in this space for a long time, a day, a month, or a year. Finally, slowly and slowly, he suddenly realized that a ray of sunlight appeared in front of him. The weak sunlight shone on him, giving him a strange warmth.

"Where is this?" he thought vaguely. Under his feet, the appearance of a prosperous city vaguely emerged. In a poor area of ​​the city, people were coming and going, but no one noticed him flying in the air.

"Ran'er, we're back for dinner." Suddenly, a woman not far away shouted loudly. She was leaning on the edge of the door with a soft and warm smile on her face.

"Call me?" Yang Ran stared blankly at the woman, a strong sense of happiness hit his heart, and his body drifted to that side unconsciously. At this time, the thunder and lightning were getting less and less, and the sunshine seemed to be getting stronger.

The more it spread, the more it spread all over Yang Ran's body.

"You kid, just walk slowly!" Next to the woman was a dark-skinned middle-aged man. He said roughly, seemingly blaming her, but in fact his eyes were full of doting.

"Let's go?" Yang Ran was confused when he heard this, wasn't he flying in mid-air?

Yang Ran looked at his wings, then couldn't help but look down, and saw a five or six-year-old child running towards the woman on the ground.

In an instant, all the sunlight seemed to leave me and suddenly ran to the child.

"They are not calling me." Yang Ran suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and a wave of coldness suddenly rose up, striking at him like thunder and lightning. Blood dripped from the wounds on his body, dyeing his entire wings red.

"Yeah! It's time to eat!" The child on the ground jumped into the man's arms, with a happy smile on his face. His father held him with one hand and held the woman with the other. The three of them walked away talking and laughing.

When he got closer to the house, Yang Ran was left alone, floating in the air.

"What about my home? Where is my home?" Yang Ran kept murmuring, his heart was ashen, and he fell into a sluggish state, letting his body drift around, wandering aimlessly in the world, and the black

In the sky, thousands of giant black thunders were still striking at him mercilessly.

Only this time, he really felt the pain, and his thoughts and sorrows were like a continuous chain, penetrating into his heart.

Yang Ran continued to wander, and he didn't know where he was. All he saw was a muddy road under his feet, and in this sunless desolation, there was a person scurrying around like a headless fly, with all his face and body covered in it.

It was mud. He fell down and climbed up again, fell down again, climbed up again, and so on, with seemingly no end.

"Is this person a lunatic?" Yang Ran thought, his strength was gone and his body was swaying, as if he was about to fall into the mud.

"Bang!"

At this time, suddenly, the madman exploded four pieces of bright white light left and right, and then among the pieces of white light, four middle-aged men wearing silver-white armor appeared. The golden divine armor was shining with

A faint glow of strange magic patterns.

Moreover, behind each man there are two pairs of huge silver-white wings, blooming like angels.

Yang Ran's breathing was stagnant. He felt indescribable power from these four men. When they appeared, the huge thunder and lightning in the sky suddenly became quiet, as if they were shocked by this power.

This is a kind of power that does not exist in the secular world!

"Demon Emperor, you can't escape."

Simple and vast voices sounded from all directions, and the four armored men spoke at the same time. The aura and coldness seemed to turn the entire space into ice.

"Haha!" The lunatic suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. His long hair was scattered on his face, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. His hoarse laughter echoed throughout the world: "Haha, the temple is really powerful. It can't deal with a person who has lost all his skills.

The devil actually dispatched the four Holy Sees, haha! It’s really awesome!”

The hoarse laughter resounded throughout the whole world. For some reason, Yang Ran felt a sense of sadness, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist. It seemed that he could really feel the sadness and sadness of being at the end of his life.

"This is the treatment a generation of Demon Emperor deserves!"

The cold words sounded again, and then the four armored men lowered their heads. They chanted in a low voice. As their lips moved, ancient and fantasy words floated out. Yang Ran couldn't understand it, but he felt that the voice was like the vast divine voice of Buddha.

Summoning the most terrifying ancient power.

Suddenly, streaks of white light burst out from the four men, and then struck the madman like white lightning.

"ah!!!"

Stern and painful wails continued to come out of the lunatic's mouth. Countless rays of white light penetrated his chest, like thousands of arrows piercing his heart. In just a moment, his body was riddled with holes.

But even so, he still stood on his knees, refusing to lower his mud-covered head, and he still roared,

"Shengtian... I will die... no"

The vast spell became more urgent, while the painful roar slowly became lower and turned into a helpless wail, until finally, the head that had been raised finally dropped down without any strength, and became completely silent.

Yang Ran witnessed this horrific torture with his own eyes. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and found that at some point, tears had fallen from the corners of his eyes.

This cruel verdict lasted for half an hour, and Yang Ran watched the whole process blankly, until the four armored men disappeared out of thin air.

Only after they had left for a long time did Yang Ran dare to float over.

The lunatic was still kneeling, his body was riddled with holes, his long hair was disheveled, his face was muddy and mixed with blood, his seven orifices were bleeding and his pupils were dilated, he was already dead.

In the corpse wilderness, you can't even enter the underworld, so you can only be a lonely ghost.

Yang Ran looked so pitiful, and the sadness in his heart became more and more intense. He slowly wiped his blood-stained face with his hands, intending to find a hole to bury him.

However, when he saw that face clearly, he suddenly took a few steps back as if he had seen a ghost, his face full of shock, and a cold chill seeped from the soles of his feet to his scalp.
Chapter completed!