If this is not Yuan Bingyao's dream.

So where is this again, realistic?

Will you really die?

It was only then that the deepest fear welled up in my heart.

But such a tattered body seems to be more painful than dying.

Yuan Bingyao was still in front of Chen Le, still looking directly at the mausoleum guard, and tried to communicate, "Do you have any wishes, we are not black people, I don't know you, I haven't seen you." ”

"What do you have to do to let us go, even if you kill us, you can't take revenge, but if you let us go, we can help you investigate the enemy, we can help you take revenge!"

Yuan Bingyao is not stupid, she is not unable to distinguish the current situation, she knows very well that the mausoleum keeper is crazy, and she is already in a crazy rage.

I can't listen to people at all.

However, she has no other way than to communicate.

All his own means don't work against this kind of monster, and the only way is to communicate.

Even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance of successful communication, even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance of survival.

She wanted to try it too.

She didn't want to die here.

She vaguely remembered a little bit of the nightmare, but she couldn't remember it clearly, she already had something else that she wanted to try again in real life.

Something that two people are doing together.

She has a lot of things she wants to try, what it's like to be no longer alone.

What exactly is it like for two people to play together?

It would be nice if I could get out......

"You wake up, there's no point in killing us, you think about your former companions, relatives, friends, you don't want to ......"

Of course, the mausoleum keeper didn't listen to a word.

He was just mechanical, walking towards the two of them step by step, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mind was full of only the obsession of killing and revenge.

It was only when he came to Yuan Bingyao's side that he stopped, slowly raised his arm, and was still muttering, "Kill!"

Until this time, Yuan Bingyao was also enlightened, and knew that it was useless to say anything, so he slowly closed his eyes and realized, "With such a strong strength, is his head only at the level of an orangutan, what a sad life!"

After speaking, he no longer cared about the mausoleum guards, regardless of the fist behind him, knelt directly beside Chen Le, grabbed Chen Le's collar hard, and said quickly, "I hate others to lie to me the most, of course, no one can lie to me, since you have agreed with me to play with me, even if you can't do it in this life, you have to pay it back to me in the next life, remember, don't want to escape, this is the agreement you owe me!"

Chen Le suddenly smiled bitterly, "Yes, the agreement...... It's still ...... I thought it would be ,...... It's all ...... In this life, it will be settled. ”

Yuan Bingyao replied affirmatively, "Count, I will record it in your account for the rest of your life!

Then, he leaned down like this, lay on Chen Le's chest, closed his eyes quietly, and waited quietly for death to come.

Chen Le muttered a little, "What if...... If you can, I still want to ...... in this life. Count it out......"

Yuan Bingyao vetoed: "No, keep accounts!"

"Uh, huh...... I'm sorry, but I could...... If I can be a little stronger, maybe...... Just, just ......"

"There is no need to apologize, in the name of my Yuan Bingyao, I declare that you are the strongest man in the world! This oath is above the law and truth! I will not accept anyone's complaints and refutations!"

"Then I'm really good......"

As Chen Le spoke, he reluctantly stretched out his hand towards the sword next to him, and stretched it out hard.

Little by little, little by little, he leaned towards the sword.

Almost, a little.

I only heard the angry shouts of the mausoleum keepers, "Let me go to hell." ”

"Tiangang Shattered Fist!"

The huge fist seemed to have swelled countless times at once, like a giant palm stretched out by the Buddha, falling from the sky and pressing down on the two of them.

I still want to struggle again......

"Is it over......"

Just when Chen Le's fingers were about to touch the hilt of the sword, suddenly, a flawless, slender hand that deceived the frost and snow stretched out from the side, and the little green hand like jade gently grabbed the hilt of the sword before Chen Le, making Chen Le feel empty.

At the same time, a calm and gentle voice full of majesty sounded, "It's not over yet!"

"The clock is still moving forward, how can people stop here!"

The moment he saw the other party's beautiful hair as white as snow, Chen Le's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.

“......”

Those two words blurted out almost without any thought......

I see, this is not Yuan Bingyao's dream, but his own ......

......

......

The dark night just looked at Jin Ruyan opposite, and asked lightly, "What question do you want to ask?"

"I ......"

Jin Ruyan first took a deep sip of the cocktail in the glass, and then said with a long sigh, "What I want to ask is the reason why you care so much about Chen Le, and the reason why Chen Le's skin looks so white, which is different from ordinary people's fairness." ”

Jin Ruyan said this, looking at the night with a complicated expression, "Chen Le, is it the son of my king?"

The night smiled, "yes, I guess that's it!"