A violent explosion was heard from the depths of the forest, and the green flames swept away the darkness in the depths of the forest. The snow is melting rapidly, and the trees are slowly burning. Pitch-black wings swirled over the forest, and green pillars of fire erupted from the dragon's mouth, striking the ground and scattering in all directions, with a searing, bitter aura.

The aftermath of the explosion of flames struck at Yishuang.

A wall of crystals quickly condensed in front of Yishuang, blocking out the raging heat of the afterglow.

"Yishuang, are you alright?" asked the young man in the air.

The girl with the child in her arms raised her head and looked at the hovering dragon: "I'm fine." ”

Suddenly, a black trajectory shot out of the smoke like a sharp arrow, heading towards the dragon's wings.

The crimson rune mark spread out beneath the fire dragon, and the black projectile collided with the red shield, bursting with dazzling light that sent the air violently vibrating.

The vibration of the air caused the dragon to lose its balance and tilt to one side. The dragon vibrated its wings and climbed higher.

Black tentacles flew out of the forest one after another, wrapping the dragon's claws and tail tightly. The poisonous dragon let out a ferocious roar, and green flames erupted from the black tentacles where the sound wave swept through.

But the tentacles did not mean to let go, but instead tightened the body of the poisonous dragon even more roughly. The poisonous dragon flapped its wings, but it couldn't break free from these tentacles, so it had to freeze in the air.

A burst of light suddenly emitted from the back of the poisonous dragon, and the rapidly rotating half-moonlight blade slashed an elegant trajectory to break all the black tentacles that wrapped around the poisonous dragon, and the poisonous dragon that got a breath successfully climbed higher, while the severed black tentacles fell slowly and weakly.

"Oh, you can cut my tentacles," the Slanda said, holding his chin with his hand, "It's a light blade." ”

The magician patted the poisonous dragon's head: "One more time." ”

Hearing the command, the poisonous dragon raised its neck high. In an instant, its abdomen and chest cavity swelled.

The young man stared at the burning forest beneath him with his thumb and index finger in both hands—the smoky figure was slowly pacing the dark, eerie figure.

In the void, green points of light began to spread outward from one place, slowly swimming according to the prescribed trajectory, and in an instant, a green magic circle written in ancient characters appeared in front of the fire dragon.

At the same time, aiming in the direction of the circle, the fire dragon poured out the poisonous fire accumulated in its mouth.

After passing through the circle, the already swift flames instantly turned into a terrifying flame storm, sweeping across the entire forest with a violent force. Countless trees were shattered by the impact, and then turned to ashes and disappeared into the scorching green flames.

The woods burned, and the snow boiled.

Unscathed, he looked at the flattened forest in front of him.

Suddenly, a swift slash split the raging flames, and the slender figure stepped out of the flames, the pitch-black tentacles behind him writhing slightly, as if searching for traces of prey in the trembling air.

The dragon hovered in the air with a wave of its wings, and the young mage stood on its back, looking fearlessly at the Slandans on the ground.

"Can you tame the poison dragon species?" the Slanda looked up, his faceless face facing the direction of the poison dragon, and the black tentacles that had been severed behind him had long since regenerated.

"They're pretty rare," the young man smiled, "but they're not the biggest of the poisonous dragons I've domesticated. ”

Hearing this, the Slanda pointed to each other, put his hands on his chest, and looked very sincere.

"I think the battle between the two of us could go on for days," the Slandans showed the commendable patience of their race, "I guess you and I don't want to be known about this boring world, so we might as well take a step back and stop there." ”

The young magician pondered for a moment and touched the poisonous dragon's head.

The poisonous dragon fluttered its wings tamely and slowly fell.

The Slanda took a step back, and the tentacles also restrained their momentum of fangs and claws, showing a very humble appearance.

"To answer my question, why did you reappear after disappearing for so long. Before he could get back to the ground, the young mage began to question.

"Don't be so impatient, young magician," said the Slandar with his hands in his trouser pockets, "and though you can see all things, you may not be able to see through time. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Look around," the Slandan's tone calmed as he looked around, "the world is slowly crumbling, and we have to come out of the forest—when everything is up for naught, and it's time for us to rebuild a new world." ”

"In that case, why kill innocent children?"

"We didn't kill them, we just rescued them from vulgar flesh," the Slandar shrugged, "we need to save some clean souls for this world that they can use to give birth to new life after the destruction of the world—life without a trace of filth." ”

"What do you mean by the collapse of the world?" asked the young man, stroking the poisonous dragon's rough skin.

"You're young after all, even if you inherited the wisdom of your mother," the Slandar turned his head to look at the sky, "you still lack the training, magician. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his thin and slender finger to the sky: "Can't you see it? That silver light tore the sky and the earth, turning everything into dust. Even the closest to God, even the souls of the dead from hell, and us who know the mysteries, cannot stop it. ”

Listening to his bizarre words, the young magician fell silent.

"Therefore, this world cannot continue after all, and destruction is the node of the cycle," the black figure turned and walked towards the depths of the forest, "No one can stop its collapse, no one can stop us from returning from the forest." ”

With that, a mist poured up from the depths of the forest, enveloping the slender figure.

The magician snapped his fingers, and the poisonous dragon let out a long roar, turning into a puff of pale green smoke and dust that drifted into the dry and cold air.

"Young man, what's your name?" the slowly fading figure asked.

"Han Qiushu," the young man looked at him, "My name is Han Qiushu." ”

Han Qiushu ...... You're an amazing magician. ”

The sound drifted through the forest a few times, and then disappeared into the forest along with the dense fog that had dispersed.

The magician sighed, relieved.

"Young Master. At some point, Yishuang had already walked behind him.

The young man reached out and pinched the bridge of his nose - from the moment he landed, the dizziness had already arrived, it was a gift of the Slandans, and all creatures that came close to them would be inexplicably harmed. Dizziness, already the bare minimum.

"I'm fine. Han Qiushu said, but his hand involuntarily held Yishuang's shoulder.

The strength of the Slandans was unknown until now, and I am afraid that the black tentacles were just the most modest of etiquette.

"Don't do it. ”

"How's the kid?"

"I thought I had fainted, but there were no external injuries. ”

"Wash away this memory for her, or it will become a shadow of her life. Han Qiushu reached out and touched the little girl's head, and a cloud of gas was pulled out by his hand.

After fiddling with it for a moment, he picked out a small ball.

"It's good now. As he spoke, Han Qiushu stuffed the dumpling into his pocket.

"What's the use of you keeping that memory?" Yishuang had already seen his movements.

"A child's fear is the purest and cleanest," Han Qiushu stretched out his hand and tapped Yishuang's nose, because he was holding the little girl, Yishuang had nowhere to dodge, so he had to obediently comply, "So the power of fear is also the greatest." ”

Speaking of which, the cries of men and the barking of dogs were heard from the other side of the woods.

"It's her parents. Han Qiushu smiled.

Yishuang gently squatted down and placed the little girl on the ground.

"It looks like it's too late to deal with this battlefield," as he spoke, Han Yushu waved his hand, and the circular space door swirled and opened in front of their eyes, "Let's talk about it next time I have a chance." ”

"Agata! Agata——!" The pot-bellied man was holding a shotgun, and the big dog beside him was sniffing the ground incessantly.

Suddenly, the big dog screamed and galloped forward.

The man ran forward a short distance after the big dog, and a crying little girl appeared in front of them.

The little girl who woke up was visibly panicked, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes and cowering and crying, "Daddy!"

"Oh my goodness. The man rushed forward and picked up the little girl.

"Are you alright, Agatta," the man hugged the little girl distressedly, "thank God, thank God." ”

Comforted by her father, the little girl gradually stopped crying.

The man held the little girl in his arms and looked into the woods with her back to her.

For a moment, he was stunned.

The birch forests that should have stretched far into the distance disappeared here, and large swaths of trees lay on the ground in a charred and truncated manner, and the hard earth was full of scorched marks and sharp blades, and what was even more amazing was that there were large swaths of stagnant water on the ground, which emitted steaming heat in the cold and dry air.

Looking at the situation in front of him, the man's eyes have become blank: "Oh my God......"

He didn't see that in the forest a few hundred meters away on the right, the slender figure disguised as birch was staring at the battlefield just like himself.

"Hahahaha," Ying Lan leaned on the sofa and leaned back with a smile, "If I were you, I would definitely not accept it." ”

Gu Lichuan smiled helplessly: "What can I do, as long as my dad likes it, I have to call my mother even if I am the same age." ”

On the coffee table, there are more than a dozen beer bottles. Under the coffee table, there were not many beers left.

"I think that's good," Ying Lan still held a bottle of beer that was about to finish in her hand, "Anyway, you still have a mother." ”

After listening to her words, Gu Lichuan drank the beer in his hand and waved his hand: "Actually, since my mother died, my father has never taken me out to work with me, and I was left at home alone." My stepmother takes care of him for his diet and daily life. So this mom takes care of me very little. ”

Ying Lan nodded: "No wonder you said you had nothing to say to your father." ”

"But that's fine," Gu Lichuan raised his face, "She took good care of my father, so she didn't let down my mother." ”

In fact, Ying Lan couldn't understand what Gu Lichuan said for a long time, at this time, she just felt that her face was hot for a while, her head was as tight as a tight spell, and her eyelids were as heavy as hanging on a scale.

All she could see now was Gu Lichuan's side face in her hazy gaze.

In ancient China, "drunken immorality" was a very common situation, and many poems, songs, operas and novels regarded "drunken immorality" as an important means to promote the development of love between the male and female protagonists.

Gu Lichuan is so cute.

Ying Lan just had this idea at the time.

But it just happened that day, and there was less control between the thought and the body's reaction.

This is normal, after all, it is a lot of alcohol.

Gu Lichuan didn't drink much, his alcohol consumption has always been very good.

So when Ying Lan crawled over and pressed against his stomach, his expression froze.

"Gu Lichuan ......" Ying Lan reached out and picked up his chin, her face flushed, and her eyes also rippled with heart-warming charm.

"Do you like me?"