Bang

Black dragon claws like smoke and mist fell from the sky and fell into the sea of clouds, setting off a wave of qi. 35xs

It was one of the arms of the so-called honorable ones.

Han Baiyi endured the intense phantom pain in his brain, silent and calm.

Turn around and swing your knife.

A black-and-white world like a white line connecting heaven and earth left an imprint on the huge body of the candle dragon.

Han Baiyi's eyes were red.

He was silent and calm.

But he was also impulsive and violent.

It's like a gambler who gambles with red eyes and ends up with all his net worth as a stud.

Rational thinking does not affect his emotional thinking.

At the moment when Kaede cut himself, he was angry, bitter, sad, and guilty.

See yourself.

He knows very well that he is essentially a stingy ordinary person who can't tolerate the things he likes being taken away from him.

But he was so sluggish that it wasn't until Kaede self-destructed under that terrible pressure that he realized how ridiculous and boring the so-called opportunity he had planned before.

What kind of painful choice did she go through to make a self-judging choice when he was only so close to her?

Han Baiyi thought like this.

This is his own self-reproach.

Since he has the ability to adjust the timeline, why didn't he let Kaede get a happy ending?

So he began to regret it.

Compared to the pain of the moment when Kaede chose to commit suicide, the suffering he is suffering now is nothing more than that. Flash Dance

A strong sense of self-blame filled my heart, even overpowering the phantom pain that was not clear in my brain.

"Roar"

The intense pain from the broken arm made the candle dragon can't help but wail, and the wound is filled with a thick black mist, as thick as blood.

He suddenly discovered that this ant, who had been ignored by him, had such terrifying power.

Consciousness affects judgment, and the fun play that he originally regarded as an appetizer instantly rose into a battle of life and death after being injured, like a wheel-sized red eyes sweeping towards Han Baiyi at his feet, and the rest of the single claw move, the thunderclouds were partially torn by him, and the golden thunder shone and fell, like a torrential rain.

Han Baiyi stood still.

When the golden lightning fell on the top of his head, it was automatically torsed and absorbed by the huge magnetic field formed by the thunder slurry around him, and the thunder and lightning that had been split into the mortal world by the traditional air of the broken line seemed to be the most obedient servant in front of him.

The dense thunder and lightning that poured down like a torrential rain fell on his head, but there was no reaction, as if real rain was drawn into his field, and it could not set off the slightest wind and waves.

Han Baiyi turned around.

The spiritual fire that overflowed from his body mixed with the blazing thunder slurry, twisting as his body changed.

Obviously, just moving at will can bring about changes in a large area of the surrounding field, although everything is generated in a temporary excess of spiritual energy, but this scene alone puts on a god-like background for him. 35xs

Although, his body is so fragile.

Obviously, the candle dragon also felt the majestic power hidden in this small body, and in the face of the ant in front of him, his various methods were of no use in the slightest.

As the ancestor of the undead, he didn't even understand how the other party crossed the immortal process.

This feeling of losing control made the candle dragon feel intimidated.

He fears what is uncertain.

So He closed his right eye.

When the right eye is closed, time and space rotate.

I saw that the light and shadow in front of him were reversed, and everything that could be seen was turned upside down and rotated the moment his right eye was closed, like a vortex mixed with various colored dyes, chaotic and disorderly.

It was only a momentary pause, and when Han Baiyi opened his eyes again, he had already come to another place.

In front of him, a tall figure with long, pale hair tied into a braid behind him stood in front of him.

Cherry blossoms are falling all around.

That's the figure of the owl.

Han Baiyi recognized it at a glance.

At the same time, thoughts and voices that came out of nowhere suddenly came to my heart, and even the phantom pain that had been staying in my brain seemed to be covered by this thought.

That's the person closest to you.

When he was nine years old, he gave you a peony cake.

The first time I ate rice, it was delicious.

He taught you the art of ninja.

You have been together day and night for more than ten years, and that is your dearest father-in-law.

Go for it, it's right here.

The eternal stability you desire.

Voices appeared in Han Baiyi's ears, as if they were filled with magic sounds.

But Han Baiyi was expressionless.

As the last words fell, the owl standing in front of him suddenly turned his head and opened his hands to him, revealing a seemingly honest and kind smile.

"Wolf"

Han Baiyi walked over with a calm face and passed by him.

"It's a real soul."

He withdrew his tears, feeling the special spirit that was torn apart when they were slashed.

That's what it feels like to cut at the soul.

As Han Baiyi passed by the owl, the owl's movements suddenly stiffened in place.

The movement of open hands froze, and the huge head bowed slightly.

A hideous wound pierced his right shoulder to his left abdomen, tearing his massive body apart.

There is not even a second of hesitation.

After killing the owl, Han Baiyi did not hesitate at all, and the black and white stillness spread around him as the center, and everything built in this world fell into a static moment in an instant.

No thinking, no understanding.

Since He sent Himself in here by closing his right eye, he still needs to think about how to get out

Tearing His eyelids open, ripping them apart, and then going out of His eyeballs, of course.

Han Baiyi used the most direct and fierce way to rebel against the so-called exile of the candle dragon.

The stillness is constantly spreading under the support of the huge spiritual power that is temporarily possessed.

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, one hundred meters, five hundred meters

Expanding.

The whole world seems to be frozen in black and white.

The thoughts and voices that had poured into his mind also disappeared in an instant, as if dust met a breeze.

Han Baiyi stood quietly in place.

However, when he looked around, he saw one figure after another.

The originally empty space was filled with one person after another with different appearances, all of them with tiredness and sadness on their faces, and their bodies were translucent and looked a little empty.

As the stillness spreads, these figures seem to be liberated.

Everyone looked at Han Baiyi with a warm smile on their faces, as if the victims who came out of the ice and snow had seen the summer sun, melting and dissipating in the endless black and white.

Even with it, the space that trapped Han Baiyi disappeared.

Jingle bells.

Han Baiyi looked down at his arms.

The bell from the owl suddenly shattered, and then quietly rusted after decades of history in just a few seconds.

When Han Baiyi opened his eyes again,

The candle dragon let out an almost terrible howl

Xianxiang shocked.

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