The pure white boat seemed to understand Song Yuyi's threat.

Tremble slightly.

Immediately, obediently slid from Song Yuyi's palm to the ground.

The pure white boat slowly grew larger.

Until, the presence of two people can be accommodated.

Song Yuyi stretched out his hand.

hugged Ye Qinqin tightly.

He looked back.

It was determined that Song Jiu and the others had left.

His eyes were cold.

Swipe your fingertips.

The blue flames swept through the entire space in an instant.

Burn all the bones of the forest full of hatred.

The ashes were gone.

The resentment of being bound by the Tree of Death is also accompanied by the flames of the blue glow.

Vanish.

Song Yuyi and Ye Qinqin walked into the pure white boat.

"Brother Yi, I don't know why, I'm so nervous, I can't stop jumping."

Ye Qinqin snuggled in Song Yuyi's arms,

Pillowed on Song Yuyi's arm.

Song Yuyi bowed his head.

A kiss fell on Ye Qinqin's forehead.

said gently: "Qinqin, it's okay, with me by your side, even if the world turns upside down, there will be me behind you." ”

Ye Qinqin smiled.

Reached.

took the initiative to hook Song Yuyi's neck.

"Brother Yi, with you, I'm not afraid of anyone."

Song Yu's eyes were full of pampering and gentleness.

stared intently at Ye Qinqin.

"I'm very happy to be your protector." Song Yuyi's voice is tender and veinful.

He only wished that Ye Qinqin would be well.

——

The pure white boat slowly floated into the pure white hole.

The moment you enter the cave.

The altar disappeared completely.

It seems to leave with a pure white boat.

Shortly after disappearing at the altar.

In the flames of the blue.

A forcible tear open is opening with difficulty.

Half ringing.

An ordinary-looking mysterious old man dressed in black, with a pale face, holding one hand and pressing the other in a straight line, looked like an arm that was about to be broken.

Rushing in with hurried steps.

It's just that as soon as he rushed in, his whole body was burned by the blue flames in the sky.

Hurry up faster than rushing in.

Go back to where you came.

"Damn, the altar has been taken away......"

The mysterious old man was furious.

But there is nothing to be done.

Even if he wasn't injured, he couldn't resist the blue flames that filled the space.

Not to mention that he is now seriously injured.

He glared hatefully at the blue flames.

Struggle to find the twigs of the Tree of Death.

I finally found a suitable place for the cultivation of the Tree of Death in the small town of Reims in S country.

Harness the power of the resulting landscape ink painting.

Carve out a space.

Plant the branches of the tree of death.

In order for the branches of the Tree of Death to grow stronger.

He held an exhibition in the small town of Reims.

Tempt those who can sense the presence of children in the Tree of Death to sacrifice the branches of the Tree of Death with blood.

In order for the nourishment of the blood sacrifice to be able to play a stronger role.

He took out all the altars he had always treasured.

Leave one more subordinate behind to take care of the Tree of Death.

Everything was arranged.

He just left.

Until.

He felt a breath of life and spiritual power overflow from the altar.

He suddenly had a very strong feeling of urgency.

His heart moved.

Immediately use trickery to snatch the thing full of vitality and spiritual power through the altar.

Unexpectedly.

I didn't get anything.

His arm was nearly broken when he was crushed.

Even the connection to the altar is gone.

The mysterious old man was not reconciled.

Hurriedly use all means to tear open the gap to the space.

But the space has been burned by the blue flames.

He simply couldn't find any clues.