The man in white turned out to be Twilight!Twilight's body shook and immediately stood up from the stone chair, and then knelt down on the stone platform, his handsome face full of puzzlement and horror. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A stone flew from nowhere and hit him, and a stream of blood immediately poured out and dyed his white clothes, but he didn't dare to do anything.

A swarm of beetles also climbed up to the stone platform and tore at him, his beautiful clothes immediately fell apart, and the worms in the pool in front of him also swelled, and in an instant, the pool was already full.

He still didn't dare to struggle in the slightest, as if he didn't feel any pain at all. The next moment, he had turned into a bloody man, but he still didn't say a word!

"Why do you want to let go of the remnants of the She clan who have crossed the realm?" the voice sounded again. Obviously, the remnant of the voice is Yixun.

"He's been badly injured and won't live long! Even if he can live, he won't survive the Death Meadow!"

It turned out that from the moment Yi Xun stepped out of the house, all his whereabouts had been mastered, and the opponent could end his life at any time. And he was still full of hope that he could complete the task!

Many things in life are often like this, no matter how much you care, no matter how hard you try! That is just an effort to be kept in the dark, and the power of life and death is often firmly grasped by some forces behind it. And the reason why you can survive is just a pure joke or pity on the other side!

"Can't let him go any further!" As soon as he finished speaking, the beetle on Twilight's body retreated!

"Yes!" Twilight's body collapsed limply. The beautiful man who was still personable just now was already embarrassed. Even so, Twilight still had no intention of killing him, because he wanted to see how capable Yi Xun was. It had become something he had to pay attention to almost every few days, and while it was a little ridiculous, it added a little fun to his boring days. If he wants to kill the other party, it will be almost a momentary thing, but if the other party is dead, he really doesn't know what else to pay attention to!

He regretted it a little, maybe he really shouldn't have killed Leng Lie, after all, it was one of his best friends, and his last friend, since that incident, he had no friends, and loneliness took the opportunity to entangle him. In the dead of night, he always tosses and turns. There were always many thoughts that kept preventing him from sleeping, but they were all meaningless thoughts. He kept forcing himself not to think about it anymore, but the more he did that, the more thoughts came to him!

No more voices came from the other side. He looked up at the empty stone platform with vicious eyes. If there was someone on the other side, he might rush over and fight for his life, but he couldn't see even a shadow! He didn't know what was behind the voice, but he had to give in! At least for now!

He stood up with the stone chair, and slowly walked out of the cave, where the horse was back and waiting for him. He climbed up, and immediately walked briskly. It's just that at this time, the color of the clothes of the person on its back is in stark contrast to its pure white!

Winds, dark clouds. Although it was noon, it was darker than dusk. Clusters of gray clouds kept surging and then overlapping into ink. The inconspicuous lightning was constantly trying to break through the inky clouds, but it didn't. Rumbling thunder rang from time to time, and the air was dull and hot.

The wind was stronger, and even the thick trees were swaying, as if they would be plucked from the ground at any moment. The rain finally began to fall, at first it was just green beans, but under the urging of the strong wind, it soon became heavier than peanuts. A dazzling light finally flashed out of the clouds! As soon as it disappeared, a sound large enough to temporarily deafen one's ears came out.

Everything was blurred, and the water on the ground flowed more and more, glowing with muddy yellow, and finally flowed to the low-lying place with the garbage on the ground.

But there is so much filth in this world, can it be washed away?

A figure walked firmly in the storm, his waist straight, as if there was no such thing as rain in his world. His clothes were already soaked, and they were now clinging to his body, revealing the muscles of his chest, and the mud covered his pants and feet, but he still didn't stop moving forward.

In the eyes of others, he may be nothing more than a fool. But in his consciousness, he had to do that, he had more important things than sheltering from the rain, and he didn't want to waste his time in that boring waiting! Waiting is never a happy thing, even if he is waiting for his favorite sweetheart, but waiting often turns into a kind of torment! And in his eyes, it is even a waste of precious life!

He even took a bigger step, and every time he landed, he made a solid "stampede" sound, but as soon as the sound came out, it was swallowed up by the torrential rain.

He finally walked down a street, a cleaner street. The water on the ground was finally less muddy, and with the help of heavy rain, the mud from his feet was washed away.

Two figures suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. He glanced at the two men, then sidestepped away. But the two men had no intention of giving up, and they also moved two steps to one side, once again blocking his path. Even so, there was still no expression on his face, and he went around to the side again.

"Wait. "One of those two men finally spoke.

But as if he hadn't heard, he went on his way.

"Young Master, you wait. "It was louder.

He looked at his body for a moment, as if he was frightened by something, but the next moment, he continued to move on!

The two men seemed enraged, and they chased after them again, then reached out to block his path.

He reached out and grabbed the two hands, which immediately took advantage of the situation and grabbed his hands. He also became angry, and lifted his leg to sweep forward. But the two men jumped up to avoid it, and his legs only swept into the rain.

The hands of the two men were still tightly gripping his. He grabbed his fist with five fingers, and with a fierce force, he broke free from the opponent's hand, and then used both hands together, and landed a heavy punch on each of them with lightning speed.

The two men retreated for more than a foot before stopping, but then they rushed up again.

His grip tightened, and a stream of air poured out of it. As if something was covering his fist, the torrential rain was cut off and flowed down an arc two inches above his hand. From a distance, his hand seemed to be grasping a round ball!

"Noel, stop!"