The rain flew by, like bullets around the fan, and the whistling sound was a little scary. In the face of this fierce wind and rain, Yang Long really felt as small as an ant, and in the face of this kind of power, he felt that he would not even have the last chance to escape.

Murong Xuan didn't kill Yang Long, if he wanted to solve Yang Long's fingers, he didn't need to spend so much effort, because this couldn't make the anger in his heart go out like this, for him, Yang Long's death like this was the biggest insult to him.

Yang Long was sucked in by the huge attraction, and the tearing sensation that came from it made Yang Long feel as if his weak body was about to be torn apart by this hurricane.

Murong Xuan clasped Yang Long's neck with one hand, lifted him above his head like a chicken, and sneered at the face in front of him struggling because of pain. Pulling him closer to his face, Murong Xuan's expression smiled a little hideously, only to see him say, "I won't just let you die, because I think it's too cheap for you." ”

Yang Long's face was very pale, and his expression was also full of pain. Even so, he still had a difficult smile on his face and said, "From the time I was born to this world, I didn't plan to go back alive completely, why should I be so serious?"

Looking at the hateful smile on the face of the little guy in front of him, Murong Xuan's left hand was pinched tighter, and the smile on his face became more and more stiff.

Yang Long's face was bloodless, as Murong Xuan's fingers became tighter and tighter, Yang Long also felt that it was getting harder and harder to breathe, and his brain began to get confused, maybe it was also a pleasure to be relieved like this. At this moment, he really smiled, as if enjoying the feast of death. In between, he at least understood that no matter what life he was in, only death would be free from all kinds of troubles.

"Boom" Yang Long was thrown out at once, crashed into the side of the big tree on the side, and landed directly next to Whitebeard.

Murong Xuan flicked his sleeves, crushed the jade slip in his hand, and sneered angrily, "You underestimate death too much, aren't you too light on this kind of punishment? ”

The green leaves swayed and fell, the branches and leaves trembled, and a few yellowed fallen leaves fell on the trembling eyelashes of the white beard. Yang Long saw this scene when he half-squinted, and he didn't know if it was because of the hallucinations in his mind, and a voice suddenly sounded in his confused mind.

"Here are the contract runes that you must keep in mind. Wait until you only have one chance to contract, if you miss it, my soul will be directly annihilated in this world, forever in the land of the Nine Shadows, and there will be no reincarnation forever. ”

Whitebeard's voice suddenly echoed in Yang Long's mind, and then an extremely complex rune pattern suddenly came from the end of that voice. When the black rune was frozen in the depths of memory, the sound had disappeared and disappeared, and the rune did not move in the slightest.

Yang Long squinted his eyes in pain, when he was thrown down by Murong Xuan just now, his whole body was already in severe pain, and his eyes were full of gold stars. But he could clearly feel the unintelligible rune in his mind, and he thought it was just a dream. When his red eyes looked at the motionless white beard, the black runes had disappeared from his eyes, and all the scenes came back to his mind. As it turned out, he really wasn't dreaming.

But when Yang Long's eyes were closed, the black rune reappeared as if stuck in his memory, this time it was a little clearer than before. Although Yang Long was very surprised in his heart, the pain on his body told him very clearly that it was not a dream.

"That's right, this is Grandpa Bai's words, but what does Grandpa Bai want to express?

If in a previous life, it was indeed impossible for him to believe in the existence of a soul. But after two lifetimes of rebirth, not to mention the question of whether the soul exists or not, even if there are ghosts and gods in this world, he will believe that it is not a big deal.

Yang Long didn't think too much, he began to memorize the black rune in his mind, and his intuition told him that this black rune was a little weird, and when he first stored it in his mind, Yang Long felt that the memory of his previous life was like boiling water, constantly repeating itself in his mind.

Although the runes in my memory are complicated, they have already been imprinted in Whitebeard's mind, and as long as you take a little time to familiarize yourself with the lines between the runes, it is not difficult to draw them.

The bald man on the side and the bewitching Diexuan all looked at this qiē coldly, and they were even more surprised by Yanglong's appearance, this guy in front of him was only eight years old. Such a mature way of thinking, indifference to life and death, this is not something that ordinary people can have. Even among the few of them, to be honest, there is no one who can compare to the little guy in front of him just in terms of life and death.

Coupled with the hateful eyes of the little guy in front of them, several people had no doubt that if he grew up, it would definitely be a trouble. Although several of them were very proud of their strength, the persistence and smile in the child's eyes made everyone present feel cold.

"I will remember everyone you are here. I don't know when, but this sentence lingered in everyone's hearts for a long time.

Diexuan seemed a little impatient, especially when he saw the indifferent smile on the little guy's face, he couldn't be idle anymore. She fiddled with her red nails, frowned slightly, and said, "Hurry up and get it over! ”

The bald man habitually touched his head, and said with an evil smile on his face, "Doesn't this little guy like to play with us?

Only Ling'er didn't say anything, she stood quietly behind everyone, as if she had been so quiet since Whitebeard was trapped.

Murong Xuan walked to Yang Long's side with a cold face, and gently swiped Yang Long's immature little face with the tip of his cold hand, and sneered, "Do you know what I'm going to do next?" Since those little guys care so much about this old man, then relatively speaking, you should also care about this old man!"

Seeing Yang Long's eyebrows trembling slightly, Murong Xuan smiled even brighter, and he continued, "Having said so much, you should know what I'm going to perform next!"

Hearing this, Yang Long's heart trembled slightly, but his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably. The runes in his mind had already been memorized, but Whitebeard still didn't respond after so long, and he didn't give him any more hints.

This rune was very complicated, and although Yang Long couldn't understand it, he felt that it was much better than those abstract portraits in his previous life. This portrait-like rune didn't need to be memorized at all, and Whitebeard had already been imprinted in his mind.

Murong Xuan walked slowly to Whitebeard's side, the smile on his face had disappeared. He took out a dagger from his arms at some point and shook it in front of Yang Long. The moment Yang Long opened his eyes, the dagger with a glittering purple luster was instantly inserted into Whitebeard's left arm. Bright red blood flowers rushed out, falling with a stump of arms.

Looking at Murong Xuan's cruel smile, Yang Long's eyes turned red, and a wave of anger burst out uncontrollably. He stuck his fingers into the mud, covered in yellow muddy water, and he crawled out with difficulty, roaring silently, I don't know if it was because he was too tired or too sad, Yang Long found that he couldn't speak at all.

At this moment, he found that in the depths of his heart, this emotion and whitebeard were far inferior to his parents in his previous life.

Murong Xuan's handsome smile was a little hideous, and the dagger danced in his hand, with scarlet blood. The next moment, the dagger in Murong Xuan's hand rose and fell, and Whitebeard's other arm had already fallen, with dazzling blood, deeply stabbing Yang Long's eyes.

Looking at Yang Long's appearance, Murong Xuan felt that this was even more pleasant than ** torturing him.

Yang Long clenched his lower teeth, and blood was already flowing from the corners of his mouth. He stared at Murong Xuan with red eyes, this was the only person he hated so much in this world. In his previous life, he didn't know why a person could hate enough to swallow a living life, and only now did he believe that there was such hatred.

Yang Long gritted his teeth and spit out word by word, "I will use it...... A lifetime of time...... to kill you. ”

Hearing the sound of Yang Long gritting his teeth, Murong Xuan seemed to laugh even more happily, and his distorted face made people feel chilled.

"Poof!" This time, one of Whitebeard's legs was cut off, and blood stained Murong Xuan's cheek, making his distorted face even more abominable and evil.

At this time, Yang Long's eyes had turned gray, without any color, and he walked over numbly, and his little hand slapped Murong Xuan's arm weakly.

But Murong Xuan seemed to have cut his red eyes, he didn't even glance at Yang Long, he slashed at the white beard one by one, the blood splashed, and it was extremely cruel. Even everyone watching from the side couldn't help but turn their heads, this numbing scene reminded people of the other name of the weak scholar in front of him, "Crazy Demon".

"Crazy demon" means to go crazy when you see blood, and become a demon when you see blood.

Murong Xuan twisted his face and smiled evilly, "With the next knife, I will end the life of this poor old fellow." You're not going to say it, are you?"

However, Yang Long was already indifferent, he still slapped Murong Xuan's arm with his weak little hands, as if his soul had been lost, and this scene hit him too hard.

Looking at Yang Long's appearance, Murong Xuan smiled even more evilly and said, "Hahaha! Okay, then I'll fulfill you now, go die!"

The purple dagger fell directly on Whitebeard's heart, silently.

Yang Long had no expression on his face for a long time, and he looked at Grandpa Bai in front of him almost blankly. There was a shock in my heart, this Grandpa Bai, who had been by his side, was really gone.

"Haha" Murong Xuan's almost crazy laughter echoed in the rain. He was like a demon who had come out of the Nine Shadows, exuding a suffocating aura of blood.

However, before this laughter could be broken, Yang Long's position suddenly gathered an astonishing aura from all directions. A trace of black energy coiled around Yang Long's body, and at this time, it seemed that even the surrounding wind and rain were frozen in mid-air, and the violent desire devoured the hearts of everyone present.