Time stands still!

God knows how Ron felt when he saw those four words.

Almost instantly, a picture came to his mind, a dead fat man whose grandmother didn't love his uncle and didn't love him...... No, that's hypnosis.

is a teenager who was abandoned by his father since he was a child, unwilling to fall into this way, and after mastering a skill, he entered the school, found his sisters and sisters for revenge, and worked hard.

All in all, the ability to stand still in time,The most that appears is in various anime.,It's the kind of familiar that can't be familiar anymore.,Every man wants to master the ability.,I really didn't expect it to appear in front of my eyes now.。

Well, before it was time slow, now time stands still?

So what's the next ability, is it to reverse time and space?

Ron shook his head and forced down the mess that came to mind, now was not the time to think about it.

He took a deep breath, and then the soul body sat cross-legged on the ground, the key of time spread out in front of him.

The rich energy began to pour into the soul body little by little, and the cultivation began.

It's going to be a long process, especially for the outside of the Soul Boat.

Mirabel no longer knew how long she had been in this ruined city.

At this moment, where is the demeanor of an elf queen?

The original smooth emerald green long hair has long lost its original luster, like a puff of withered grass, the clothes on her body are tattered, a pair of small hands are full of cracks, and even calluses have appeared, she is like a madman, moving stones from front to behind.

Just behind her, a mountain had been piled up at some point, and the ruins of the small city in front of her had a large depression.

Mirabelle didn't know what the meaning of her insistence was, she just subconsciously and desperately wanted to find that man out of this ruin, living to see people, dead to see corpses.

She didn't understand how she could have such a strong obsession in her heart, perhaps, just because, in her short life, this was the only person who really cared about herself.

Her little hands moved away stone after stone, tearing up rubble after ruin.

She hadn't gotten a drop of water for a long time.

Although, for her strength, food and fresh water were no longer necessary, but the taste of hunger was unpleasant after all, Mirabelle didn't seem to notice it at all, she was just desperately trying, trying, trying, looking for that little hope.

Every time she moves a boulder, she is full of hope, and every time the boulder is removed, only disappointment remains.

Hope, disappointment, hope, disappointment......

The reincarnation of hell was like a huge whirlpool, in which Mirabel had been reincarnated a million times, and she didn't know how she had managed to survive the long one hundred and eighty-nine days.

Tired?

Tired.

Compared with the physical exhaustion, the mental torture is more desperate.

Mountain, collapsed.

The small town has been reduced to ruins.

The fingers that had already been polished lifted the long messy hair on the forehead, and a pair of eyes that had long lost their original luster stared quietly at the broken wall in front of them.

After one hundred and eighty-nine days of hard work, she didn't know how many stones she had moved, and she didn't even know what the point was in continuing like this, and maybe one day in the future, when all her will was wiped out, she would give up, right?

However, that is the future, at least for now, she has not been able to let go of the obsession in her heart.

Whether he lives or dies, she still wants to see him again, and she wants to see him again.

Looking down at the little hands, the originally delicate fingers were full of cracks, the nails had disappeared, and the once beautiful soft hands were now rough.

The clothes on his body were also tattered, and both calves were completely exposed, and the originally delicate snow-white, curvy calves were now also scars cut by stones.

Further down is a pair of small feet.

The soles of the shoes had long been worn out, and a few toes were exposed.

Mirabelle exhaled, she showed a bitter smile, where is the appearance of an elf queen in her current self, even if she is a beggar on the street, she is a little better than herself, right?

One hundred and eighty-nine days of hard work day and night, even with her strength, she couldn't bear it, and Mirabelle even felt that if she closed her eyes now, she was afraid that she would fall asleep immediately.

It was obviously only the first time that he and that man had met, and Mirabelle couldn't have imagined that she would have such a strong obsession with that man.

Perhaps, it was because he saved himself from the gates of hell when half of his body was already submerged in hell.

Perhaps, it was because he cut off the Father's arm and freed her from the sea of suffering.

Perhaps, it was the warmth of the magic scroll of the chant.

Perhaps, it is his not wide back, the demeanor that blocks in front of him.

She had been living in a precarious life before, and she could die at any time for inexplicable reasons, and she didn't know what kind of love and love she had, and she didn't have time to care about those things at all.

However, Mirabelle knew that the man was like a whirlpool of terror, and she had sunk in the whirlpool, from which she could no longer break free.

What about one hundred and eighty-nine days? Even if it is 1,890 days, 18,900 days, no matter how hard she pays, no matter what year or month, she will definitely find him, definitely!

She was going to tell him in person that she was in love with him.

At the very moment when he stood in front of him.

Mirabelle sniffed hard, and with both hands she dug out a large stone from the rubble, which she glanced at casually, then dropped the stone on the hill behind her, repeating the same motion.

……

Call!

Time stands still learned.

Ron didn't know exactly how long he had been on the Soul Boat.

He wasn't in a hurry to return to his body, and that wasn't a good thing for him.

The erosion and pollution of evil gods mainly affect the soul, spirit, and will, but this does not mean that the physical body will not be affected, but the impact is not so serious compared to the spiritual pollution.

Moreover, even if the body is polluted, the ultimate goal of this pollution is to erode the soul.

When the father Alecios polluted Ron, his body would inevitably be affected, and once his soul returned, the pollution that remained in his body would gradually spread to his soul.

This is the kind of thing that Ron doesn't want to see.

And the body that has lost its soul, the pollution will gradually dissipate with the passage of time, but it is just a little longer.

Just like now, Ron, who has just returned to the body, can clearly perceive how stiff his body is, obviously a living body, but it is like a statue, hard, even if the soul has returned, but for a while he can't even control his body.

Ron estimated that his retreat on the Soul Boat this time would be about twenty-five days, and one or two hundred days should have passed in the Dusk Continent, so it was no wonder that his body would become like this.

However, it is not without good news, at least, the pollution in the body has basically dissipated on its own.

It had been a long time, and Ron finally felt as if he had regained a little bit of consciousness.

His fingers twitched slightly.

Then he felt as if he had touched something, soft and bouncing.

Chapter II

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