The other party has been holding back until now? Tu Liszt immediately realized: the greater the forbearance, the greater the plotter. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Could it be that his purpose was actually the five thousand Templars he led? Liszt could not but admire the courage and imagination of the other party. A strong killing intent has locked on Liszt, he must not sit still, Liszt immediately pressed his eyebrows, charming eyes!

Immediately, his entire body was hidden in the thick fog, and the dense fog quickly spread to a range of ten zhang, with countless blood-red eyes floating in between. In the thick fog, countless powerful crossbows flew out.

As soon as Ah Heng raised his hand, all the crossbow arrows were fixed in front of him, and with a light knock, the transparent ice shield in front of him all turned into debris, and the crossbow arrows fell one after another. At the same time, those weird red eyes took the opportunity to burrow into his body, and Ah Heng could feel that those red eyes all turned into thoughts and passed into his mind. Ah Heng did not resist, but let these thoughts invade, he only felt that the world around him was completely different.

Ah Heng smiled slightly, the so-called enchanting eye turned out to be a spiritual spell. He is no stranger to this world, the endless mountains, the cyan mountains, are the southeast mountain range of Yin Mountain. He looked at his body, and then realized that he had taken the form of a little boy. He stood on the hillside and looked into the distance, with a freshly built wooden house behind him, and the smell of freshly cut cedar trees smelled good. In the distance, a small stream flows from the top of the mountain into the valley tribes. At this time, a beautiful little girl walked along the stream towards Ah Heng, she carried a small basket, which was fragrant rice cakes, and her eyes were as beautiful as the blue water.

"My name is Hulan Jin!" the little girl stretched out her little hand.

"My name is Ah Heng"

Ah Heng didn't know why he was answering. He knew it was all an illusion, but he replied uncontrollably.

The little girl smiled sweetly and took his hand, the palm of her hand was soft and delicate, as if a clear spring flowed through Ah Heng's heart, he suddenly felt that he was really integrated into it, even if it was just a dream, he was unwilling to expose this dream.

The little girl was Ah Heng's first friend, and they held hands together, crossed the clear stream, crossed the green grassy slopes, chased the butterflies of spring, picked up the ears of rice in autumn, and they walked through season after season.

Until one autumn day, when the brilliant sunset covered the heavens and the earth, they sat on a high pile of rice. Ah Heng raised his hand and conjured a pair of beautiful ice butterflies and sent them to the little girl's eyes, her eyes full of amazement and joy. The little girl carefully took the ice butterfly. Shyly kissed the little boy on the cheek, and the little boy's face immediately flushed. What a beautiful and innocent emotion! However, Ah Heng's heart ached like a pinprick.

So, the world suddenly changed, Ah Heng saw that a blood curtain rose behind the little girl, and in the blood curtain, a demon god-like man swept the entire tribe like a hurricane, and the little girl knelt in a pool of blood, surrounded by the corpses of her relatives. Her blue eyes were ashes, and her body had lost its soul.

"Xiao Jin-" Ah Heng slowly walked in front of the little girl, he wanted to ask for her forgiveness, but he had no shame to say such a thing. He wanted to hold her hand again, but he didn't even have the courage to raise his arm. So, he could only be silent. At this time, the little girl suddenly raised her head, her eyes had become as black as ink, and her smile had been distorted: "Kill me, kill me, you don't have to feel guilty, kill me, kill me......" Her voice was full of seductive magic.

Ah Heng found that a transparent long sword appeared in his hand, and only a voice remained in his ears: Kill me, kill me, kill me...... , Ah Heng's arm hung weakly. However, the next moment, the little girl suddenly pounced on him with a hideous face, her black eyes revealed a strange red, she desperately pinched Ah Heng's neck, and he felt suffocated again. She screamed frantically, "Kill me, kill me, kill me—"

Ah Heng has a sword in his hand, and he can be freed with a gentle stab. However, he couldn't do that, even if he knew that this little girl was going to kill him, even if he knew that this little girl was fake, he couldn't stab this sword-

So, the two people were deadlocked and entangled like this, as if this was their life's fate. At this moment, the blood-colored void suddenly rolled up, forming a huge vortex, and a strange red eye emerged from the vortex. Its gaze stung Ah Heng's eyes. A majestic voice sounded: "You are guilty of great sin, since you refuse to kill her, then give your soul!"

Ah Heng immediately felt as if his whole person was about to be swallowed by those blood-red eyes. However, he didn't show the slightest look of fear, he calmly looked at the huge blood-colored eyes in the sky, and suddenly said lightly: "Have you seen enough?

The blood-colored eyes showed a look of shock, as if they couldn't understand why the other party was able to break free of control so easily. Immediately the whole world was bloody, the tribe disappeared, the demon god-like man disappeared, and the little girl disappeared. Only a blood-red eye is speeding away into deep space.

Want to escape? Ah Heng's eyes froze, and the entire sky immediately became layered, as if it was nested in countless spaces.

Tu Liszt screamed, and his eyes were already bleeding tears. Tu Liszt felt that he was escaping in a space that he could never get out of, and in that space there seemed to be countless huge mirrors, and he could see that behind each mirror was his own shadow, and in each shadow eye was a mirror of space, and in the mirror was his own figure, and the layers were endless. The endless figures seemed to be all talking to themselves, but they could not hear clearly, Liszt desperately covered his ears, it was useless, it was a voice from the soul, there was no way to hide it. As a Protoss, Tu Liszt knew very well what was going on. The magic power of this blind clan - a thousand layers of eyes. He had been completely trapped, and if he couldn't escape, he would be constantly stripped of his memory by that voice until his memory became a blank slate. If this continued, Liszt knew that he would become a fool.

"I'm from the Liszt family, you can't do this!" said Tu Liszt, struggling in pain. He was desperately tearing at his hair, as if trying to pull something out of his skull, which didn't exist. All the soldiers watched in horror, Liszt's hair was pulled down in large handfuls, revealing his bleeding scalp.

Tu Liszt's personal guards and knights looked at each other, what was going on? Master Liszt was obviously already in control of the situation, why was he reversed by the other party in an instant. They all roared and pounced on Ah Heng. However, at the moment when they jumped up, a strong storm of ice and snow suddenly set off in mid-air, engulfing all the guards, and in a moment, all the guards immediately fell to the ground like rag bags, their bodies were cut out one by one, and blood gushed out from their throats, obviously no longer alive.

Looking at the ice and snow storm that was still raging, everyone was terrified, and they looked at Ah Heng, who was surrounded by the ice and snow storm, like an ice god, and the weak-willed knight actually knelt directly to the ground. Is this the long-lost frozen miracle?

"Let all of your men lay down their weapons!" Ah Heng ordered Liszt.

"Put down your weapons, all of them, quick, all of them!" Liszt's eyes were bloody, as if he was blind, and he could only wave his arms out of thin air. The surrounding knights only hesitated for a moment, then threw down their weapons. Ah Heng looked at these brightly armored knights coldly, and sighed secretly in his heart: The bearded man is right, the temple knights have a false appearance, and they have lost the minimum blood.

"Please, please let me go! For the sake of the gods, please let me go!" Liszt's eyes continued to shed blood and tears, if this continued, the damage to his eyes would be irreversible, and he would completely lose the talent of the Liszt family! Fear had taken over Liszt's entire body, he couldn't get rid of the layers of space, he couldn't resist the sound washing his memory, he could only howl in pain.

Ah Heng was slightly disappointed, it turned out that the so-called Charm God Clan was nothing more than that. Ah Heng looked at Liszt, who looked like a leper dog, and was a little interested, but there was one thing that aroused his curiosity: "How do you know this memory of mine?"

Liszt held his head and said bitterly: "This is the memory you have hidden deepest, this is the memory you are most unwilling to touch, I just helped you unravel him." Please, spare me, I know it's wrong, please—"

Ah Heng's heart moved: "The last little girl was faked by you, right?"

"How do you know?" said Liszt, his hair almost all falling out, and he now pressed his fingers to his eyes as if he were going to pull them off in the next moment.

"Because her eyes are supposed to be blue, and the little girl's eyes you faked are black," Ah Heng looked coldly at the painful Liszt, "Why? Why is this happening?".

"Please, let me go, I'll tell you all, tell you all!" Liszt had completely collapsed.

"Say it!"

"Because, because I have seen her, I beg you, Frozen God, I am willing to be your slave, please let me go. Tears of blood continued to flow from Liszt's eyes.

"Have you seen her?" Ah Heng slightly lightened his suppression of Liszt, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Liszt hissed, "Ever since I saw that tribe, I saw that demon-like man, I knew who she was. She was adopted by my aunt, Elder Rose, and she is now a spy in the Secret Academy. ”

Ah Heng's heart suddenly jumped wildly-

"Her name is Butterfly now—" Liszt gasped, how could he not know, for he had wanted to take the girl for himself, but his aunt had refused. But he believes: Even if it is an aunt, she must not know that Dienian and the frozen remnants have such a grudge past!

Butterfly thoughts, butterfly thoughts, Ah Heng kept chanting this name, and before he knew it, tears were raining down. He looked at Tu Liszt on the ground with cold eyes, and when he raised his hand slightly, countless ice thorns suddenly appeared on the ground, and Liszt didn't have time to scream at all, and he was stabbed into thousands of holes, like a broken sack full of holes. The Templar Knights were silent as they watched this sudden change, and for a moment, there was a deathly silence all around.

Tu Liszt, a descendant of the Liszt family, was finally relieved of his pain and ended his shameful life. His eyes had gradually turned grayish, and the tears of blood had dried up, deeply imprinted on his pale cheeks. With it, he also lost his unfulfilled heroic dream. He could not believe that he would die here until his death, without the thunderous welcoming crowds of the city of Bruda, without the golden medals of heroes of the Senate, without the high-spirited speeches of the adoration of ten thousand people. He was abandoned on the ice like a wild dog, accompanied only by the sobbing cold wind and the withered yellow weeds.