The flames occupied the entire eyeball, Song Yunan was covered by this bright red, and before he touched the flames, his skin had begun to crack, and the clothes that were lit tore at his skin.

He's still moving on.

This flame could not be avoided, and he did not expect to be able to avoid it, but instead of a senseless escape, he resolutely chose to face it, the battle was about to end, and he tried his best, but there was nothing he could do.

In the few seconds of rushing to the sea of fire, Song Yunan was thinking about some messy things in his mind.

The club's evaluation of the elite team is still too high, so high that they have conceit, maybe except for Chu Ziyang, the ability of other people is not able to resist the gods at all, and they can't even get close to the gods, let alone hurt the gods.

The moment the flames touched his face, Song Yunan suddenly smiled.

Tang Haoyu has already gone out, maybe he has really found the eldest sister as he expected, he believes in Tang Haoyu, but he can only believe that Song Yunan knows in his heart that this belief cannot be guaranteed.

I can't say why, it's just that he has only been with Tang Haoyu for less than two months, but he feels that he has been with Tang Haoyu for a long time, as if he has known each other thousands of years ago, not just thousands of years, or even further.

It's not just him who thinks so, even Ling Feng, Chrissy and Raun also feel this way, and even Chu Ziyang is just silent, and he seems to agree with this feeling.

Song Yunan always remembered what his teacher Wang Yingyan said, 'Haoyu is a good boy', and he is indeed a good boy.

He saw all those behaviors of taking water, packing up equipment, and helping Aunt Xia, and sometimes he would think that if Tang Haoyu was a little more confident, he would be a little more confident, and he would be able to live well in the original world, instead of embarking on this path that he regretted a little.

That's why he said, 'Mission is not something particularly firm.'"

It's been several years, if he hadn't thought about it from time to time, he would have forgotten that it was nine, and in another month it would be ten years, and he hadn't seen his family in ten years, because he couldn't see him, and in his memory, his family had only one woman.

At first, he thought that he didn't care about the stinking and dirty home anymore, but when he saw Tang Haoyu's hesitation about the original family, he also began to feel touched in his heart, and when he heard Tang Haoyu say that he had been in contact with his eldest sister, he felt even more uncomfortable.

That family is really bad to him, because he is not biological, but even so, the warmth that that family brings to him is still there, in the world where he has always been dark, the woman he has never met and who he has never met gave him the first ray of warmth.

The woman's family status is not high, and she endures beatings and scolding from her husband every day, but despite this, she still settled him in a home, a simple house built of civil engineering, leaking wind and rain, and in the three meals a day that women can't eat, half of his bowl is always indispensable, or half of the bowl.

He didn't know, and he couldn't understand why a woman's life was already difficult, almost indistinguishable from the darkness he was in, and why she still had to save him, save him, a person who had nothing to do with him.

It seems that people in the cold and dark world can only feel a little warmth when they hug each other, and they can know that in the dark world you think, there are people who shrink their hands like you but also crave hugs.

The woman is his warmth, and he is the person that the woman wants to give the warmth, because the girl always believes that her gentleness and kindness are of some use, and although life treats her unfairly, she sells her to a drunken and gambling gangster, she still maintains a kind and loyal heart.

On that cold and bleak night, the woman fell into the snow like a plum blossom, and her blood hung on the pure snow of Bai Ze, and the blood melted some snowflakes, but could not melt the dark ice.

A nine-year-old child, while the gangster was asleep, a knife was plunged into his throat, and the filthy blood made the child feel warm again, the first warmth in winter, fishy and disgusting.

The night of snow, which had covered the woman's body, sat there until a dusty, cigar-smoking man saw him.

He looked up at the big man, but the big man was staring at the woman under the ice and snow, and only when the cigar was extinguished by the snowflakes did the big man take his hand and leave here, he did not resist.

Because in his dark life, as long as someone leads him, he will follow him.

It's so warm. In the last memory, Song Yunan closed his eyes and was immersed in the sea of fire.

Suddenly the body was so light, and so was the heart, and the flame seemed to remove all the darkness, stains, filth, and turbidity.

Song Yunan only felt that she was powerless to fall, just like watching the woman fall in the snow that night, she was still holding half a corn in her hand, and she had long since lost her heat.

When the woman fell, there was no pair of hands to support him.

But just as he was about to fall to the ground, he leaned stiffly on one of his arms.

His body was no longer hot, but warm, as if wrapped in a layer of heat, and in his last consciousness, he opened his eyes slightly, and the blue breath shimmered around him.

"Good work. ”

Someone whispered in his ear, and he finally slept with a smile.

......

The water droplets that couldn't shoot down kept hitting Chrissy and Lawn's whirlwind, and each time they passed through the resistance of the spirit arrow, they would turn into smaller droplets, and they wouldn't stop until they hit the whirlwind, if it weren't for Lingfeng's whirlwind, I'm afraid these droplets would have hit Chrissy and Lawn.

Seeing that the Spirit Arrow Spirit Spear could not completely neutralize these water droplets, Ling Feng began to target the Spirit Arrow Spirit Spear at the Divine Servant, but these attacks were blocked by layers of water columns, and he still couldn't touch the Divine Servant.

The number of water droplets is constantly increasing, and the water droplets blocked by the whirlwind will be controlled by the gods again, and the rain will not stop.

The rhythm is getting stronger and stronger, and Ling Feng is trying his best to keep the 'uplifting' effect within a stable range, the stronger the 'uplifting' effect, the greater the damage to the spirits, and even some spirits will be shattered because they can't withstand the strong boost of the 'uplifting'.

It would be nice if there was a cemetery here, under the effect of 'invigoration', Ling Feng would have a soul army, even if it was just a group of ordinary people, he could at least escape with Chrissy and Lawn under the crowd tactics.

Ling Feng's expression was a little painful, although he also applied the effect of 'invigoration' to himself, but it was only a strong activation of his body, as if he had been injected with adrenaline, and the original injury still hurt, and the calf on his hand had lost sensation.

The most troublesome thing is that he can't hold on for long, he still doesn't dare to continue to control Chrissy and Lawn's spirits, he is afraid that he will cause Chrissy and Lawn's death, and from the whirlwind he can see that Chrissy and Lawn's physical bodies are suffering to varying degrees.

Unable to maintain the 'uplifting' effect at a level of invigoration, Chrissy and Lawn's contract realm also began to appear turbulent, and if this continued, it would not be long before the realm would disappear, and Ling Feng would lose his weapon against the Divine Servant.

The Divine Servant also seems to have noticed this, the water droplet attack is tighter, and even the power has increased several times, hitting the whirlwind, the whirlwind will appear in different degrees of depression, if it is doubled, the whirlwind will definitely be scattered.

Ling Feng looked around, he was trying to find a way to use the whirlwind to place Chrissy and Lawn in the building, but the priest didn't give him a chance to move the whirlwind, and the water droplets were dense as if they were going to envelop them.

There was nothing he could do, within the scope of his ability, Ling Feng knew that he had done his best.

Suddenly, Ling Feng suddenly condensed, and the whirlwind quickly moved towards the corridor under his control, the green tendons on his arms were exposed, and the bloodshot in his eyes instantly crawled all over his eyeballs, and his eyes turned red.

Still, he made a final plan, using his last strength to move Chrissy and Lawne to safety.

The Priest's attacks also began to rage the second the whirlwind moved, and the whirlwinds around Chrissy and Lawne also showed some holes under these attacks, but soon the other whirlwinds made up for it.

Ling Feng transferred his whirlwind to Chrissy and Lawn!

Without the support of the whirlwind, the pain in his calf forced him to half-kneel, he held the ground with one hand so that he would not fall, and the other hand was desperately controlling the whirlwind.

The contract realm had dissipated, and those formed spirit arrows and spears had gradually disappeared, and there was nothing else to hold back the water droplets except the whirlwind.

Blood continued to drip under Ling Feng's body, his eyes began to bleed, his vision turned from crimson to blurred, and finally turned into darkness, and there was not much strength and spirit left to support him to control the whirlwind.

Under the close onslaught of the droplets, the whirlwind was still scattered, and like a cocoon being torn apart, Chrissy and Lawne fell to the ground.

Ling Feng had used all his strength, and even breathing was struggling, his body fell to the ground on his side, the rain hit him without any sense, and he didn't know what was going on outside, because he couldn't see it.

Now, there's really no way out. Ling Feng smiled bitterly in his heart.

He could feel a pure huge Viagra slowly walking towards him, the battle was over, even if he still had the strength, he couldn't do anything with this divine servant, at this time, it only took a drop of water to penetrate his heart or brain and he would die.

Ling Feng's brain was hollow, it turned out that this was the feeling of being on the verge of death, he couldn't recall anything, if someone was talking to him or holding his hand at this time, maybe he would feel that he was still connected to the world.

However, just as he was about to sever his last connection with this world with his own hands, a deafening voice roared faintly in the distance, and it was getting closer and closer, it felt like hearing the outside sound in the water.

Closer, more and more restless, more and more ferocious, more and more like a missile that wants to penetrate everything!

Followed by the sound of glass breaking, this deafening real appeared in Ling Feng's hearing.

Then, a voice shouted:

"Sun thief, eat your grandfather's knife!"