Leng may be the best way to express Yang Fan's feeling at this time, the bloodlust in his body is also running slowly and not as fast as at the beginning, although the order is constantly running, but the absorption of dark aura in his body is too scarce to temper the aura. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yang Fan's eyes were already dim, and he seemed to have turned into an ice sculpture, cold.

Until a trace of light curtain appeared at the bottom of the pool, the soft light slowly sprinkled on Yang Fan's body, and the white ice reflected in the surroundings revealing a glimmer of hope.

The ice sculpture passed through the light curtain and came to another world, so it turned out that there was no cave here.

A darkness filled the space at the bottom of the pool, and the ice on Yang Fan's body began to slowly melt, his body seemed to have a self-protection mechanism, and once his body was hurt, he would resist by himself.

However, as soon as the ice fell to the ground, it evaporated, as if an invisible force was repelling the power of the ice.

In the distance was a barren place, with no weeds, only dead things, as if it had returned to the place where Yang Fan first appeared in the Demon Domain.

But there's no such oppression, just desolation.

"Hmph, Battlefield of the Gods! Xuanhuang, you miscalculated, don't want to trap this monarch. The voice echoed from under a high mountain. But there were no people here, just darkness and fog.

Yang Fan's consciousness was also slowly recovering, as if what was just a dream just now.

The hard ice sculpture had melted, but Yang Fan didn't seem to have any signs of waking up.

"Who is this? How did it end up here? "A skinny teenager appeared here. His complexion was dark and purple, as if he was suffering from something. But looking at his expression, it was as if nothing had happened, as if his complexion was normal.

Curiosity urged the young man to approach Yang Fan, and the young man reached to Yang Fan's nose and felt a wisp of breath.

"Still alive?" Now the young man's expression changed again, excited, uneasy lingering in the young man's heart, maybe this is the first time he has met outsiders, listening to the elders describe the outside world, even he has a trace of longing, and the person who appears in front of him will undoubtedly solve a lot of his own problems.

With such a purpose, Qin Heng took the young man back to the place where he lived.

It's wooded, but there's a nasty aura that permeates the complex.

But the boy seemed to have gotten used to it.

Carrying an ice cube Qin Heng seemed to be effortless, and Yang Fan had at least more than a hundred catties, and if you added ice cubes, it would be about two hundred catties.

At this age, his physical strength is already very good.

Yang Fan was carried all the way, but he didn't realize it, and now his consciousness was chaos, and there was nothing.

It can't be discovered, when approaching the building complex, Qin Heng thought like this.

The Grand Elder had said that there would be no tolerance for anyone who came here, as if there was something they cared about.

Qin Heng was very careful, but there was no night or day here, it was always dark. He is easily spotted by people with exceptional eyesight.

He waited outside for a long time, just waiting for the others to fall asleep.

Two hours later, Qin Heng, who was sweating profusely, appeared in front of a cave, and he was almost found several times, but Qin Heng wittily avoided it.

Looking at the sculpture in front of him, Qin Heng's mind was pulled into the distance.

His grandfather has told a lot of stories outside, so Qin Heng is very much looking forward to the outside world.

Outside didn't seem to have to endure the pain here, and a wail echoed throughout the building at midnight.

Qin Heng's face was also full of pain at this time, but he stubbornly didn't howl out.

"Heng'er, you are my Qin Tian's child, you will not be defeated by pain." His father's words were recalled in Qin Heng's mind, it was the first time he had suffered this kind of pain, and it was also the last time he heard his father's comfort.

My father never spoke too softly, and he always seemed to be serious.

But at that moment, he didn't have a little seriousness, and his face was kind.

Later, he has been relying on his grandfather, and his grandfather also went not long ago, so he ran away and did not return until he met Yang Fan.

Tears filled the child's face, but he never screamed.

There seems to be no reason to be strong, but there is also a reason, but it is the soft heart of a child.

Yang Fan woke up under the wail, and a strange power emanated from midnight, permeating the entire land.

Yang Fan looked at this child, looking confused, not knowing why he was crying.

He stretched out a slender hand and gently pushed the child, who knew that a gentle push would push the child to the ground.

Maybe I was so tired that I didn't wake up after I fell to the ground.

The wailing slowly died down.

What followed was endless silence, but unfortunately there was no night here, otherwise it would be another silent night.

After Yang Fan settled the child, he stepped out of the cave, and his heart fluctuated when he looked at the desolation in front of him.

It was very similar to his village, and the feeling of a long time came back to his mind, and the silence from the depths of his soul seemed to wash everything.

After so many years of wandering, Yang Fan himself was also very tired, he had never been afraid, but he had to run for his life every day, and his cultivation eventually became a demon clan, which is undoubtedly the biggest irony for a young man who is an enemy of the demon clan.

He wanted to end his life but had all kinds of troubles, but the hearty laughter and shy silver bells struck his heart all the time.

If one day they are on the opposite side, how do you face it?

Kill them? Killed by them?

Contradictions filled Yang Fan, he had wanted to seek answers a long time ago, but escape and surprise buried the distress in his heart.

The quiet environment now troubled him once again.

Maybe you shouldn't think about anything, just sleep quietly.

Thinking of this, he also let go, and tiredness came to his heart again.

He lay on the ground, thinking of nothing, quietly watching the sky.

There is no night but there is dusk, and this land is so different.

In the cave, the tears on Qin Heng's face dried up, and he looked cute, but the little purple-black cheeks told the child another world.

There are dozens or hundreds of thatched huts in a mountain forest, and if anyone else is present, the architectural style here will be out of place for this era.

It's very simple, not flashy.

All of this seems to be shrouded in a fog of obsessiveness.

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