"Zhang Ang, in my life, I am worthy of you..."

Lang Luoluo smiled, revealing a touching style.

The footsteps of the nightmare in front of him came and went, and his figure got closer and closer.

His face was Zhang Ang.

His body is Zhang Ang's.

Now he lives in Zhang Ang's body, and Zhang Ang's soul is about ninety percent rejected by him.

The rest of his souls could only hide in the depths of his consciousness.

Lang Luoluo raised his right hand, and began to recite some strange incantations in his mouth: "I use my heart, condense small broken jade, longevity is lost, and turn into holy light, the sun and the moon have no heart, heaven and earth have no regrets, the six realms are endless, and the eight desolations and the four seas ......"

"I take my heart, condense small broken jade, longevity loss, turn into holy light, the sun and the moon have no heart, heaven and earth have no regrets, the six paths are endless, and the eight desolations and the four seas are ......"

"I take my heart, condense small broken jade, longevity is lost, and turn into holy light, the sun and the moon have no heart, heaven and earth have no regrets, the six realms are infinite, and the eight desolations and the four seas ......"

She recited the sentence three times in one breath, and by the time she finished it, the Nightmare's figure was less than a meter away from her.

"Little dessert..."

Before the nightmare could say a bunch of nonsense, he saw the wolf Luoluo raise his right hand, and suddenly countless rays of light bloomed. The sight of that light made his heart tingle, and endless fear quickly spread through his body.

Even now he can't even move, as if he has been pressed by a ghost.

"St. ... Holy Light..."

His eyes widened, and the nightmare looked incredulous.

The Holy Light is a special kind of light, and its restraint power against some evil forces can be said to be more than ten times ten.

And the holy light emitted from Lang Luo's palm in front of him was enough to wipe him out.

The next moment he felt the light, he suddenly noticed that a trace of burning sensation began to appear in his body.

And this burning sensation is like a little spark in a haystack, burning rapidly.

In just a few minutes, the nightmare's entire body changed into a ball of flame.

The burning period was accompanied by various screams from him.

The voice was very harsh, but Lang Luoluo felt an inexplicable comfort in his heart.

Nightmare's consciousness grew blurred until the last moment, when he was burned by the light and only one thought remained. By chance, he saw an old-looking daughter with wrinkles across her face. The whole person constantly exudes an aura of rotten wood.

"Damage your life, summon the holy light, really, really willing..."

The soul uttered the last such words, and the nightmare disappeared without a trace, turning into a cloud of black smoke, rising from the top of Zhang Ang's head, and finally dissipating between the entire heaven and earth.

Lang Luoluo felt the little strength left in her body, she raised her left hand and slowly touched her cheek.

There is no such smoothness as before, like touching a wrinkled old bark, and the sense of resistance is very strong.

She didn't dare to imagine what she would be like at this moment.

Maybe the next moment he will die because of "the end of his life".

The reason why the Lang family occupies an important position in the entire Soul Eradication Realm is not because of the special nature of their bloodline. After all, there are still many special beings like them in this world.

In their entire race, there is a special power that no other soul slayer family has.

Burn your own life in exchange for a second or two of Light.

Such an ability is very scary, but it is also unacceptable for oneself to wear and tear.

It can only be used as a hole card.

But it is such a hole card that has allowed the Lang family to stand tall in the entire soul removal world for thousands of years.

And now, for the sake of Zhang Ang, Lang Luoluo has used such a method.

He had read the family history, and most of the clansmen consumed only 10 or 20 years of life when they used this secret method.

And she consumed a full ninety years of her life.

It can be said that the last time of his life has been exhausted.

It's no different from suicide.

"Zhang, Zhang Ang, I'm worthy of you."

The vitality in his body passed rapidly, and Lang Luoluo looked at Zhang Ang, who had fallen to the ground in front of him, looking like he was asleep.

After more than 90 years of life, maybe she will die in the next second.

But she doesn't regret doing it.

Since the first year of high school, I saw Zhang Ang for the first time.

For some reason, a strong urge surged in her heart to protect him. She tried to completely suppress this impulse many times, but she never succeeded. Later, she let things go their course.

In the days that followed, she found that she was slowly falling in love with the silent boy.

There is no reason for this at all.

If you have been with him for more than two years, Lang Luoluo is indeed very happy.

In addition to eliminating demons, he quietly pretended to be forced in front of Zhang Ang... Looking back on it now, it was indeed a rare enjoyment.

Lang Luoluo's eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, her consciousness is getting lighter and lighter, and she can't even control her body.

"Poof..."

Weak, she fell to the ground, her head hitting the hard ground, but she didn't feel any pain.

She felt something wet under her head.

It was the blood that had been shed when her head had been smashed.

Her eyes were in a straight line with Zhang Ang next to her.

She looked at Zhang Ang quietly, her consciousness getting weaker and weaker, weaker and weaker.

At the last moment, she seemed to see Zhang Ang suddenly open his eyes.

When his eyes opened, a sense of satisfaction rose in Lang Luoluo's heart.

Subsequently, she was no longer conscious.

………

"Lang Luoluo!"

"Luoluo!"

"Luoluo!"

Standing up, Zhang Ang quickly rushed towards Lang Luoluo, shouting loudly. But as soon as he took a step, he fell to the ground.

This is because he has just mastered his body and is not yet very adaptable.

Lying on the ground and crawling twice, he easily touched Lang Luoluo.

He knew everything.

He understands all the processes.

The nightmare didn't consume all of his consciousness, leaving a small part of it behind, which remained in the deepest part of his soul.

He looked at everything clearly.

Fainted on his own in the playground.

Lang Luoluo took himself to this factory.

The arrival of a thousand moons, the arrival of a thousand lights.

A family's favor.

And in the end, the nightmare rises, Qiandeng Qianyue escapes, and Lang Luoluo consumes all his life in order to save himself and completely falls to the ground.

He looked silently at the face in front of him, her eyes closed tightly, her skin old and wrinkled.

Zhang Ang couldn't feel any of her breath.

She really left this world.

"It turns out that this is not an ordinary world. Turns out, you can do this for me. It turns out that you are so important to me. ”

His fingers kept stroking over Lang Luoluo's cheek, Lang Luoluo's face was very old, his skin was very poor, and there was no luster at all.

But he didn't feel anything.

Stroking this cheek, which was extremely important to him, Zhang Ang shed two lines of tears.

Suddenly, he looked stunned.

His eyes were staring at Lang Luoluo, and he said mechanically: "Turn on the system!" ”