An Xian had a dream.

Dreamed of the flames of the sun and the ice of the polar regions. They were red and white, and their eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as the last time she saw them on the shore of Shenglian Lake, but they were much younger, just five or six years old.

They were led by an old man with a white beard and came to An Xian.

The white-bearded old man asked An Xian kindly: "Do you cultivate the Emperor's Dao?"

An leisurely shook his head. She asked, "What is the way of the emperor? I am cultivating the way of the ghost master." After saying that, An Xian was shocked. How did she tell her secrets?

The white-bearded old man smiled and said, "Ghost Lord, I will help you become the Lord of the Ghost Realm with hundreds of millions of fierce ghosts, and I will take these two children away." ”

As he spoke, the white-bearded old man turned around with the flame of the sun and the polar ice that looked like he was five or six years old, and walked away.

An Xian was about to chase after him, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his legs. Her legs appeared to be tied.

"No, give me back my children! they are mine!" cried out An Xian anxiously.

The old man didn't look back. "Nope. They are my children. They just chose your belly as a sustenance. This is a wrong choice, and I will exchange it for you with billions of ghosts to correct this mistake. I took them away. ”

An Xian's heart seemed to be torn apart, and it throbbed violently. She shouted heartbreakingly: "You are talking nonsense! They were conceived and born by me in October, they are my children! Let your billions of ghosts die, return my children to me! Xiaoyan, Xiaoice, you run back!"

The two children were stunned, still led by the old man, and walked in a daze.

Looking at the appearance of the two children, it was clear that they were puppets that had been controlled, and my heart became more and more anxious.

She struggled, she tried to open the ghost door, but the ghost door could not be opened. Her common sense summoned Qianzi, but Qianzi didn't react.

"Give me back my baby!-" An Xian roared with all his might, the green tendons on his neck bulging, and his vocal cords were about to be torn.

An Xian's eyes widened so wide that the corners of his eyes cracked, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.

That's her kids, and she's not going to trade them for anything!

"What do you want, as long as you give me back the child, I can give you anything!" cried quietly.

The old man, who had already walked several meters away, stopped, looked back, and smiled eerily. He said subtly, "So...... Pass on to me what you have got. ”

An Xian did not hesitate, "You come and get it yourself!"

The old man took the two children and walked back. He let go of the child's hand, raised his hand and grabbed An Xian's left hand, and smiled when he saw the skull mark in An Xian's palm.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand, which was as dry as an eagle's claw, and the sharp nails were like sharp blades, and plunged them into the palm of his quiet left hand.

An Xian suddenly burst out, and her body slammed forward, hitting the old man's abdomen headfirst, and at the same time, her left hand clenched into a fist. Her fingers didn't reach the skeletal artifact, but instead pinched the old man's talons.

"Hmph! I got rid of the old man's shackles!" the old man was a little surprised, but he didn't pay much attention.

He threw a backhand punch to An Xian's chin. An Xian's head was tilted up. At the same time, the old man's eagle claws inserted more firmly into the palm of An Xian's left hand, buckled An Xian's hand bones, and reversed it forcefully, twisting An Xian's arm in a circle. With a click, An Xian's left arm was twisted.

An Xian wailed in pain, and a dagger appeared in her right hand. "Xiao Yan, Xiaoice, you guys run back!" An Xian frantically waved the dagger and poked at the old man.

The two children were still standing.

Desperation invaded Anxi, and she fought back even more frantically. She had only one thought in her heart, to kill this old man so that her child could be safe.

The old man grabbed An Xian's right hand, snatched her dagger, and with a hand knife, cut off An Xian's right arm.

An Xian took advantage of the old man's right arm to cut off her right arm, suddenly pounced on the old man, bit him on the neck, and at the same time, pressed the old man with all his strength.

The old man took two steps back, unsteady on his feet, and fell to the ground on his back. An Xian fell down, wrapped one leg around the old man's waist, bit the old man's neck, and bit hard, like a hungry wolf.

"Crazy! madman!" the old man scolded as he pushed An Xian, but he couldn't push it away. His sharp claws were like daggers, and they plunged into An Xian's shoulders one by one, plunging An Xian's shoulders into countless bloody holes.

An Xian was covered in blood, but he still struggled to bite the old man's neck, bite through his skin, bite through his neck muscles, and bite through his blood vessels......

"I don't want your child anymore! I don't want your child anymore!" cried the old man in alarm.

Idle, but not listening. She continued to bite, and the flesh she bit off, she swallowed straight away, and when she swallowed, she never took her mouth off the old man's neck, and her teeth kept biting and swallowing, and the situation was extremely crazy.

"Crazy!" the old man scolded.

"Mother—" A delicate child's voice sounded, like a cool sobering agent, pulling An Xian back from his madness.

An Xian looked at it, and he was holding a stone and gnawing on it. The hard white stone was gnawed out of a fist-sized pit by her.

It was deserted, and there were no children. An Xian panicked for a while, turned over and got up, but something in his belly moved. She looked down and saw that her belly was high and bulging, and it turned out that the child was still in her belly.

"Whew—it's just a dream!" Great, just a dream. The children are still there, they haven't been born yet! An Xian gently stroked his stomach and gasped for breath.

"Relax, you slut!" came a loud shout.

An Xian turned back suddenly.

Li Yuan held the big sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed directly at her heart, and glared at An Xian angrily. "You bitch, say, whose seed is in your belly?"

An Xian sneered and said clearly: "It's not yours anyway!"

"You're looking for death!" Liyuan's sword thrust forward, piercing her clothes. The iron coldness of the tip of the sword came from An Xian's chest.

An Xian said, "You killed me, do you dare?"

Liyuan's expression froze.

An Xian pinched the blade of Liyuan's great sword with two fingers, and moved the big sword away from his chest. She took a step forward, approached the abyss, and asked slowly and solemnly, "Can you kill me?"

"Illusion!"

"Illusions!

The sound of tranquility elicited a flurry of responses. She raised her hand and slapped Li Yuan in the face. The abyss dissipated like smoke.

All around, figures appeared. Familiar and unfamiliar, each with a hideous expression and full of resentment.