In a valley near the Changmei Mountains, something unreasonable is happening right now. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Earlier, when night first fell, everything was dyed the color of night. The frost-stained woods and the yellow weeds all seemed to sleep at night, just like the creatures here.

But at a certain moment, something changed, in this space, in this world, absolutely happened. The moon that only partially exposed is like a sharp blade that cuts through the unforgiving night, and it is like a huge eye, looking down on the world with inexplicable meaning. A kind of moon-gray "snow" began to drift between the heavens and the earth, as if it merged with the world under the cold moonlight. In the beauty of harmony lies a frightening truth.

On top of a stone pillar dozens of meters high, there is a man riding a motorcycle who has been looking at the Kamakthe moon in the sky for quite some time, and he has been here for a longer time. If you don't think about how he got here, he looks more like a wanderer than a part of this weird world.

The man's face is very ordinary, but he is not the kind that can no longer be found when thrown into the crowd, he has a unique temperament. Even if it seems that his age will never exceed thirty years old, but in those deep eyes, it seems that countless years have passed, a kind of immobile calm, a kind of weathered maturity. It is worth mentioning that if the bloodline is judged according to modern methods, this man looks like a mixture of Middle-earth and Kongzhou.

At this moment, his brown pupils reflected the cold sickle moon in the sky. The somewhat thin face under the pale yellow curls is full of the purest yearning at the moment.

"It's so beautiful!" the man stretched out his hand as if he had just come to his senses, and caught a few moon-gray patches of "snow".

At that moment, a small yellow head emerged from his open collar and let out a chorus of "Wow!" in accord. Judging from the size, color, and shape of this head, this should be a little yellow dog that was born less than a year ago, and it is also the kind of pet dog that will not be able to take care of the family even if it grows up.

The man took the flakes of snow to his eyes, looked at them carefully, and said with some sadness, "Do you think so too?"

Puppy: "Wang!"

The man continued: "Unfortunately, this is not real snow, it is just a substance that looks a lot like snow, you see, in my hands, they will not melt at all. As he spoke, the man exhaled softly, letting the moon-gray "snow" continue to drift between the heavens and the earth.

The puppy scratched his ears with his paws, "Wow!"

The man sighed and added, "In my eyes, these moon-gray snow is more like dust, falling from there. He looked up at the distant Kamakul. "It's just that there is a being that needs them, so they are called to wander here aimlessly, looking forward to the day when they can be a part of that great being. ”

Suddenly, the man's face changed, and he pressed his body against the old motorcycle beneath him, as if listening to something. After a few moments, the man sat up again, smiling successfully. As soon as he took out the puppy about the size of a cat hidden in his clothes, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Xiao Huang, you can stay here first." He threw it into the sky behind him.

"Wang—"

A rapidly weakening scream was heard behind him, but the man started his locomotive unconcernedly, and rushed to the edge of the stone pillar with some excitement. At the same time, he pulled out a long moon-gray knife inserted next to the locomotive and whispered, "Long time no see, Lang Xie." Then he swung the long knife vigorously, drawing a circle in front of him, and a circle of light in the real sense also took shape with the trajectory of the long knife. An ancient purple rune appeared in a circle of light in front of the man. Few people know that one of the meanings of this rune is the moon.

A man and a car, passing through this circle of light, fell into the embrace of the earth's gravity. However, out of that aperture was born a knight in ancient silver-gray armor, and an old motorcycle that had also turned silver-gray.

On the other hand, in that strange underground space, the newborn god is waving his wings and creating a wave of destruction storm. By the time Gan Tian and the others reacted, the flames had already shown an enveloping trend, rushing from all directions like a stream of water, and the momentum was amazing.

At the last moment, no miracle happened.

In an instant, they were mercilessly engulfed in flames.

As her vision turned flame-colored, Lavinia chose to scream to convey her thoughts.

At the same moment, the madman held the Ghost Dao Rune Talisman in his hand tightly, and as long as the heatless flame had any bad effect, he would immediately transform.

At the same moment, the soles of Gan Tian's feet loosened, and he directly stepped on one step of steps, and the whole person slid down. So the original profound life perception before death suddenly became, 'your ####, is it bad luck to be unlucky¥¥¥¥¥?'

But soon, they realized that this was not a flame in the conventional sense. Everything in the field of vision was burning, the land was melting, the rocks were melting, and the darkness that had long been dyed was a flame color, and now it was gradually taking on a different color.

The flames seemed to be not in the same dimension as them at all, burning this otherworld, but they couldn't give them any sense outside of the light.

The madman pinched the Ghost Dao Rune and said excitedly, "It seems that this flame is not aimed at us. ”

Lavinia, who was the rest of her life after the disaster, also covered her chest and said weakly: "The teacher really can't stand it." ”