O Heaven, my dear Heaven.

He's still young, but he's growing up.

All souls want you to follow Him and be His beacon.

The day is leaving, and the sky is dark.

and to liberate all living beings of the earth from there.

Maybe you're alone.

Strive to endure this arduous journey.

The sky seemed to be covered with a thick black curtain, and with countless thunderstorms, countless rains fell towards the earth, like a lake in the sky that had been dug through the gate.

Yitian staggered through the forest, without bright armor, without vigorous force, and his light white shirt had long been scraped by the branches and covered with horizontal lines.

She always thought that she understood what the master had given her, and she was even so arrogant that she thought that she could challenge 'there' and free 'living beings', and the so-called arduous process became a joke in the eyes of a child in her Yitian's eyes.

But the cold rain on her face told her that she was wrong, and that she had been dreaming of a girl's fairy tale.

The girl thought that she could defeat the evil dragon and save the prince, and was just about to raise her sword and fight with great blood, but found that her thin arm could not even hold the hilt of the sword.

It's not that she's weak, it's that she's too extravagant to expect results.

"Yo, there's a nice chick here!" Several figures in front of them blocked Yitian's way, and the city in front of them could be reached not far behind.

"Look at this breast, this buttocks, I can't wait!" One of them walked up to Yitian's side, and with a pinch of his right index finger and thumb, a small flame 'poof' appeared, burning hard in the rain.

"Niu'er, I'm an arcane, are you interested in burning a bigger flame with me? The man swept Etien from top to bottom with a greedy gaze, eager to set her clothes on fire with the fire in his hand.

Yi Tianmu raised his head and looked at the hungry wolves in front of him blankly.

"Who are you?"

The man did not reply, his immaculate face and velvety voice stimulated the last line of defense in the hearts of the hungry wolves, and he excitedly climbed onto Yitian's clothes with trembling fingers, and his white shiny skin became the world in his eyes at this moment.

Suddenly, "Boom!"

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, and several people subconsciously blocked their eyes with their hands.

"Oh my God, this thunder is not small! But ······ Will the thunder light keep flashing for so long?" The man's eyes saw the light that had been shining between his fingers, and he opened his two fingers curiously and opened his eyes to see.

Cut at him.

Is it a mountain or a river?

That was his last question.

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Yitian stopped, and the giant sword brought a dazzling arc of light, and the rain splashed into a circle, carrying the sword behind him.

"Master, please guide me to the other side. ”

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In the dim and damp darkroom, several candle flames kept jumping in the oxygen-deficient environment, like elves about to lose their lives.

The white king gradually opened his eyes and shook his head, his thoughts were still in Fang Cai's dream, the swelling pain in his brain made him very uncomfortable, and the bones on his body seemed to be broken piece by piece.

Although sometimes he couldn't tell what was reality and what was a dream, the pain that was everywhere at the moment had made him reaffirm that this was the most realistic reality.

"Here, where is it?" the White King whispered, the aches in his body irritating his nerves over and over again.

"Little one, you're awake. As soon as it sounded, a creepy and sharp voice reached the ears of the White King.

"Who are you!" the White King exclaimed, his hair standing on end instantly. "What have you done to me!" beneath him, a tattered-looking iron bed, firmly tied to him with ropes.

Now he finally had a chance to observe the room carefully, but it was also very simple, except for the slightly eerie candle flame on the pulsing ground, that is, the old man, wearing a white coat stained with blood, and his face with a mask under his weed-like hair.

The White King wasn't curious about what he would look like, and he wasn't curious from the moment he heard his voice.

"Oh, don't be nervous, you're the baby I picked up, the baby that fell from the sky, and this bad old man in front of you saved your life. The old man said quietly, "You should be as kind as a child to his mother, right? ”

"I didn't have parents. The White King turned his head and said, he didn't know who his parents were, or even if they existed, but it didn't matter to him, he had been aware of it since he was a child, and he had completely ignored it since he realized that he was an orphan.

"Woo······" The old man looked down and touched his chin to think about something, and suddenly laughed: "Aha! That's even better! So that I can experiment with you without any scruples, because no one cares if you live or die, not even your parents." As he spoke, the old man turned around and took out a jar from under the iron bed that kept rumbling purple potions, and inserted a thick copper needle into it.

In the faint candlelight, the purple potion flowing in the needle reminded the White King of the day when the blood flowed.

"You know what? If you go down this stitch, you'll be as good as ever. The old man said to the white king, and the white king kept staring at the old man's smiling face, and he could imagine the yellow teeth under the mask.

The needle was getting closer and closer to his neck, and the White King did not struggle at all, from the time he knew his physical condition, he knew that struggling was meaningless, it was better to quietly recuperate.

The purple liquid flowed into his whole body along the blood vessels, and the White King could even faintly hear the 'whoosh' sound of the liquid flowing, and in the eyes of the old man, the White King seemed to have climbed countless purple cobwebs on his body, and each blood vessel was like a hideous purple worm.

"Hmm!" The ensuing stinging sensation instantly erupted from inside his body, as if there were countless ants playing dynasty hegemony in his body, destroying his body like attacking cities and grabbing land, and the white king gritted his teeth fiercely, trying not to make a sound.

"Little one, I haven't asked your name yet. The old man bent down and looked at the 'test subject' with satisfaction in his eyes.

"White ······ White. The White King glared fiercely at the man who made him sick at the sight, trying not to look so unbearable.

"White King. ”

"White King, good name. The old man nodded exaggeratedly, and his voice was as rough and dirty as his hair. "You know? I found something interesting about you. ”

"For the first time in all my years as an alchemist, I have discovered that perhaps he can go down in the annals of alchemy. ”

"What······ What?" the White King was instantly nervous, he didn't want the cross ruling in his body to be known by too many people, his strength was not enough to protect him, or it could be said that his strength was all given by the cross ruling.

The old man stretched out his rough hand like bark and gently swiped it across the white king's face.

"It's a new disease, and of course I, as the first alchemist to discover it, have to give it a name. ”

"Just call it. ”

"Facial paralysis, how's it going?"

The white king didn't ease his nerves for a while, and even ignored the pain and itching on his body, "Face ······ Paralysis. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, "I have to say, you have checked it carefully enough." ”

"Of course, I'm a well-known name in the entire alchemist world, but I've always been an alchemist in my quest to become the Fourth Sage. ”

The old man turned around and pushed into a dark place, where there was a door that creaked, and when it was opened, there was still no light.

"You have to stay there, and soon you will experience my alchemy for yourself, and I will search every corner of your body, your face, your hands, your body, and ······ Your power. The old man's tone was meaningful, making the goosebumps of the white king on the iron bed stand up and shudder.

"Hahahaha!"

The bloodstained white figure completely disappeared from the White King's sight, and the perverted laughter echoed in every corner of the house.

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"Gusol, the man I want. ”

In the unknown palace, the throne was as huge as a mountain and river, and the voice in the shadows was as cold as a knife, and he said in a deep voice to a curtain of light in front of him.

"My lord, the battle between me and Etienne consumed too much of my Force, and I accidentally lost him in the middle of the journey because I was too tired. ”

"Lost? I'm afraid that's a bit far-fetched. The owner of the voice was visibly displeased, and the questioning tone made Guthor tremble.

"Besides, that little girl can't make you so serious. ”

Guthor smiled wryly, "Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely bring him back, and." Gusol raised his head suddenly, and two rays of light burst out of his pupils, "You'll be more satisfied with him." ”

Looking at Gusol's crazy appearance, the people on the throne sighed faintly, and said helplessly: "Sometimes, your temperament is terrible for us, and you also have your childishness, but don't be like a child, mess things up." As he spoke, the power that penetrated deep into his soul filled Gusor's body in an instant, and Gusor almost fell to his knees.

"Got it!"

"Understood, understood. Gusol hurriedly responded, for fear of upsetting him, "My lord should still be very relieved of me." ”

"Well, it always has been," the man on the throne nodded, reaching out to close the light curtain, and his paused body seemed to remember something.

"By the way, I have seen Master Yitian, she is a beautiful woman, she is not inferior to me, and Yitian is more important to her than her own life. The figure seemed to be looking at the iron-gray sky, thinking and missing, and Gussol's eyes were vague and distant.

"Etienne will be as beautiful as she is. Gusol bowed his head and replied in a deep voice.

After a few moments, the extinguishing of a candle flame caught Gusor's attention, and he looked up to find that the light curtain had long since disappeared. "Life has to go on, and the work has to be completed. Guthor stretched, picked up the bottle on the old wooden table, and poured it with a thud of burning spirits.

Every time he talks to an adult, Guthor inevitably gets nervous, but this only way to make him nervous is indispensable for this madman.

He's a rebellious child, and if no one disciplines him, he'll do anything out of the ordinary, but as long as he is reminded occasionally, and the reins around his neck are tightened, and he tells him, 'You're still on a leash with me,' he will still be tame.

"Hey, listening to adults, I have one less work that can be sculpted. ”