Ling Xuanluo was imprisoned by the snow wolf, and he was about to rush into the strange light of the pearl in front of the Yunjin Gate. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the critical moment, there was an earth-shattering roar in the air, and at the same time, the sky changed color, the snow wolf was hit by the wind and lightning, and his standing was unstable.

"Master?"

He half-knelt on the dark clouds, forced his beating heart, and chewed on these two words repeatedly. The first thing that came to mind was the green figure in front of the cloud bed with his arms cut upside down and meditating silently. The figure was familiar, but he couldn't remember the name - though he had gotten rid of the snow wolf, his memory had yet to be restored.

So he went to the man who was angry and shouted, whether he was friend or foe, and suddenly he appeared, and he did him a great favor, so that he was still alive.

The sky was cold and the wind was howling, the rain was like ice, and his immortal body rarely felt the cold that penetrated into the bone marrow, and shivered. This trembling was a light in front of him, and he vaguely remembered the green back, what a handsome face it should have. It seems that with a little effort, you can remember people's names.

The memory seemed to be returning, and he was overjoyed, wiping away the rain on his face, and fixed his eyes on the place where the angry shout came from, so a figure as straight as a mountain and emitting a golden light appeared in his sight.

The man who claimed to be his master, and when he saw the real person, he was slightly disappointed, because the man did not match the green figure beside the cloud bed.

The person who came was not a phantom, so naturally it would not disappear, and with a wave of the sleeves of his robe in the wind and rain, he swept away the dark clouds that covered the front, and the whole person appeared.

I saw him wearing a jade crown on his head, and his bones were crossing. Dressed in a radiant warm yellow gauze robe embroidered with pear blossoms, even the sound of angry shouts is like a string moving jade. At this time, the weather was bad, and the clouds covered his head, and the torrential rain was pouring around him, but not a drop of rain could splash his dustless figure.

When he saw this person's face clearly, Ling Xuanluo not only did not feel disappointed again, but his heart was surging. This person was extremely important to him, and he was eager to remember who he was, but the more anxious he became, the farther and farther his memory became.

The visitor saw his helplessness, and without saying a word, he stretched out his jade finger to catch a drop of rain, shook it slightly on his fingertips, and then said "don't move" and flicked it at him.

Ling Xuanluo did not dare to move, and stood still in the rain until the raindrops flew in front of him and penetrated his forehead.

What the raindrops brought to him was not cold, but cool. The coolness flowed through his mind, and the heat dissipated everywhere he passed, and the figures he couldn't see clearly became clear one by one.

"Brother Jiangnan, Aunt Shizu, Doudou ......" Every time he saw someone, he pronounced a name until he remembered all those people.

But he always felt that there was still one left, so he wiped the rain off his face again, went to look at people, and then called out stupidly, "Mr. Yufeng......"

The one who appeared in the Snow Wolf Monster Cloud Fantasy Realm was the Son of Ruthless Heaven.

He looked full of golden light, there was no demon mark between his eyebrows, and he lost the charming demon king aura on his body, replaced by a manly spirit like a pine and cypress. In the middle of his eyes, he looked at all things proudly, and when the evil demon saw him, he was afraid that he could only bow his head.

The Son of Heaven who has been locked up and returned to Ning, the corpse Chen Lie Ice Palace's ruthless Son of Heaven can actually pass through the realm of death and life, fall from the sky, and destroy her good deeds at a critical moment, the snow wolf was so frightened that he couldn't move forward, stopped his four hooves, grinded his wolf teeth viciously, and let out a low howl.

She leaned back, intending to attack him at any moment, but he didn't rush to pay attention to her, but turned to Ling Xuanluo.

"Xuanluo, we meet again, are you always good? I call you a disciple, do you mind?"

He looked at him, and his warm smile was enough to dispel the dark clouds, so that the wind would no longer be bitter and the rain would no longer be cold.

Ling Xuanluo was beaten by the wind and rain, and he was almost unconscious. He repeated "I don't mind" ten thousand times in his heart, but the man remained motionless like a sculpture, and the cold rain became hot when it crossed his cheeks, because it was mixed with tears.

The brilliance on the caracal's body emitted a huge amount of energy, sweeping towards the Yunjin Gate, suppressing the brilliance of the pearl, making it spin slower and dim.