Ye Qingyang wanted to say something comforting, but Zhao Mad's fist speed was too fast and too hard, and he always choked on what he wanted to say in his throat, but he couldn't say it completely, so he had to say it intermittently.

"It's brother...... Useless...... Not...... Yes...... Protect your ...... You...... Shrewd...... Don't cry. “

Zhao Mad was not moved by this scene in the slightest, he didn't expect Ye Qingyang to be so tough, which made him very unhappy, but he tried his best, and he was sweating profusely, he really wanted to beat Ye Qingyang to the ground, painfully*, like a dead dog, lowly, humbly admitting his mistake to himself, kneeling and begging for mercy.

But he didn't want to use his legs, and he didn't want to break Ye Qingyang's legs, so as to kneel, for Zhao Mad who had always bullied others with his fists, the murderous fist was his pride, his dignity, and the only support for the little sad self-confidence in his heart.

Once he can't subdue people with these fists, he will feel that his dignity has been provoked, and he will feel that he is useless, really like a waste, which makes him irrepressibly think of the huge shadow in his heart, those conversations that are extremely indifferent, so he becomes more and more crazy, as if he has entered a demonic barrier, his eyes are red, and his posture is epileptic.

At this time, Zhao Mad forgot that he couldn't beat Ye Qingyang to death, so he had a thought and lay down for me.

Ye Qingyang walked into the original position of the workshop about seven steps away from the door, and now there are almost three steps left, and he was beaten back five steps.

Ye Qingyang felt that his physical body was all wasted, and the pain caused by countless wounds and bruises gathered in his mind, which was commonplace for a person who had been accompanied by pain in the middle of the night for several years, he had long regarded pain as an ordinary feeling, and his nerves were not ordinary tenacity.

But Zhao Mad finally stopped, his whole body was splashed with blood, coupled with red eyes, red hair, like a hideous red demon, the madness spread around, very calm.

Ye Qingyang watched Zhao Mad stop beating violently, thinking that the matter was almost the same, so he bent his body, his hands were weak and hung in the air, only relying on his stiff legs to keep himself from falling, and tried to squeeze out a smile, and said, "But ...... OK...... Put...... Let them go. ”

Zhao Mad took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his hands, didn't care about Ye Qingyang, just walked straight to Ye Qingxue, lightly stepping on the blood dripping from Ye Qingyang, as if he was walking a bloody road.

At the same time, he said indifferently: "Brother Ping, I trampled on the bones of his whole body, including his feet, I don't believe that he can still stand like this." ”

Ye Qingyang heard this, a ball of anger exploded in his chest, his right foot moved lightly, and he was about to drag his scrapped body to rush towards Zhao Mad, but Brother Ping moved.

With a brush, Brother Ping stepped on the combat technique footwork, was carried by the wind, at a very fast speed, in the blink of an eye, he flashed to Ye Qingyang's back, raised his right foot, carried enough star soul power, and clicked several times on Ye Qingyang's legs, Ye Qingyang fell to the ground before he could feel the pain, raising dust from the ground.

Ye Qingyang was shocked in his heart, he couldn't even detect how fast the other party was, then there was only one possibility, this person was a soul hunter!

Just when Ye Qingyang was shocked by Brother Ping's identity as a soul hunter, what happened again made his eyes widen with anger and his eyes cracked.

Ye Qingyang saw that when Zhao Mad approached Ye Qingxue, the red ring stained with blood on his right hand flashed with light, and the light was refracted by the crimson blood into several bloody lights, which looked particularly strange in Ye Qingyang's eyes.

Immediately, a snow-bright short knife appeared in Zhao Yan's hand, and the sharp blade cut out a touch of silver light, shining directly into Ye Qingyang's heart, making Ye Qingyang feel an endless cold air.

Ye Qingyang wanted to open his mouth to scold Zhao Mad, but found that when his body was falling, his mouth was colliding with the ground, and at this moment, his mouth was covered by the ground without a single gap.

And the bones in his whole body were almost shattered, and the bones in his neck were also broken, and he couldn't even move his head, how could he move his mouth to speak.

Ye Qingyang struggled desperately and whimpered, but he couldn't speak, and his body didn't move at all, like a dead man.

If it were an ordinary civilian, in fact, with an injury like Ye Qingyang, I am afraid that he would have died several times a long time ago, and Ye Qingyang can still breathe until now, all because of his strong tenth-level body struggling to hold on, and the will that has the ability to endure pain and is extremely strong is trying to make himself conscious.

He can only move his eyes, those eyes are blurred and bloated, his vision is narrow, he can only reveal a trace of gaze, and he has to desperately lean upwards to see half of Zhao Mad's figure.

This glare is like a sword, at this moment, Ling Li has reached the peak that he can reach in his life, and it can almost be condensed into substance, if it can really hurt people, it is estimated that Zhao Madness would have been cut by a thousand knives.

It's a pity that he can't, Ye Qingyang can only watch helplessly, a red devil holding a deadly knife, first gently rubbed Ye Qingxue's white and delicate face with the blade, and then stood behind Ye Qingxue, facing Ye Qingyang, the corners of his mouth went up, and his smile was extremely cruel.

Ye Qingxue saw such a fierce and vicious person approaching her, the cold hairs around her body stood up, her eyes were full of panic and panic, and a cold aura rose from the bottom of her heart, and she just stammered and said: "Bad guy, what do you want to do, don't come here, don't come over......"

The voice continued to weaken as Zhao Mad approached, and finally it was as thin as a mosquito's voice, as if he hadn't spoken, his body gradually stiffened, and he didn't dare to move.

When the blade was under his nose and gently touched his skin, Ye Qingxue could clearly feel a sharp blade cold air across his face, and goosebumps rose all over his body, for fear that he would cut his face if he moved slightly.

Although Ye Qingxue had the will to die, when death was so clearly close to him, it was still terrifying, especially when he knew that his life was on the verge of life and death, the longer he delayed, the more tormented and tormented he became, and it was much more uncomfortable than the moment of real death.

Zhao Mad had a certain madness in his voice, laughed wildly, and said coldly: "Ye Qingyang, why do you want to offend me, why, even if you are a pariah, you dare to go against me, do you also think that I am a waste." ”

"Who am I, I'm the third young master of the Zhao family, understand? This is the person you have to look up to all your life, aren't you very affectionate? You said that if the knife in my hand was gently inserted into your sister's head, would you also feel that you were a waste, after all, you can't even save yourself. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Mad patted Ye Qingxue's head with the short knife, and when he picked it up, a few strands of floating hair blew through the blade, and it was instantly broken into two pieces by the edge, and Ye Qingyang was so angry that he wanted to stare out his eyes.

"Haha, let me tell you, you have offended me, I have to torture you so hard, pain, untouchable!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao raised the short knife with a sly smile and stabbed it at the top of Ye Qingxue's head, he could already imagine that when the sharp tip of the knife pierced into the skull, red and white things should flow out, and the beautiful blood would be like a fountain, spraying high, and Ye Qingyang would definitely be in pain to death at that time.

Ye Qingyang watched the fall of the short knife with his eyes fixed, and his body frantically and desperately operated the spiritual soul axis in the center of the soul hunting platform, desperately transmitting all the spiritual thoughts into the gray stone tablet suspended above.

The transparent void body star soul was urged to emit a light that shone to the extreme, and the entire body was in a state of extreme operation under this urging, and the blood from the wound was still flowing, and it was flowing faster, but vaguely Ye Qingyang's shattered body actually had a trace of bounce, but that's all.

It's just that at the moment when Zhao Madness fell from the knife, Ye Qingyang's will to protect Ye Qingxue's life has climbed to an indescribable level, and the consciousness of the whole person has abandoned all distractions, ignoring everything, leaving only one thought, which is to guard, guard!

My sister, I'll take care of it!

This thought was urged to become the will, and the will rose to the point of conquering all the spiritual territories, all of which were imprinted by the guard without a single gap.

This guardian will is transformed into a spiritual sword that transcends life and death, crosses time and space, and opens up the universe of memories with a sword, so strong that the emotion that breaks everything diffuses countless story stars.

At that moment, Ye Qingyang seemed to have broken into the area where time stood still, and while staring at the knife, he found that everything around him stopped, and all the stories related to Ye Qingxue began to cross in his eyes, bit by bit, without a trace left, as if it was happening.

In fact, it's just that the thoughts flow extremely fast, so fast that there is an illusion of time in consciousness, and the speed of time flow has not changed, so Ye Qingyang's consciousness has run past time with the blessing of his will, and this is the case.

Time dances, and everything in the memory is so good, so good that people can do everything to protect it.

Brother, I'm hungry.

Brother, I want to hear the story.

Brother, I want to hug.

Brother, I'm ......

In a trance, Ye Qingyang's only glimmer of gaze had already oozed tears, and in the haze, he seemed to see a white elf flying in front of him, with a light posture.

A crisp voice seemed to be heard in his ears, asking softly: Brother, you swore in your heart that you would always protect me.

At this moment, far away in the corner of the universe outside the sky, a mysterious gray stone tablet that could not see the boundaries clearly, with a slight shock, the whole body erupted with endless gray light, breaking through the gray mist flow around the body, like a rising tide of light waves sweeping the universe, all the stars were swept away by this light, all of them shrunk back, as if they had all become a round stone, dim.

At this moment, the stars of the universe were all covered in gray, and the world fell into a gray hue, and then the light returned like a low tide, only flickering around the monument, the gray mist obscured, and the body was hidden, and the universe returned to normal.

At the same time, the gray stone tablet emitted a chant that only the stars could hear and understand, echoing through the universe, and the chant seemed to speak.

"Guard, Guard......"