Tang Yan hugged Mu Rou lovingly, comforting this sentimental little girl: "Don't take yourself lightly, don't always try to change yourself to adapt to others, you have your own wonderful, and others are irreplaceable." You are the only one in our lives. ”

"Brother rest assured, Mu Rou will be strong and will protect herself. ”

Tang Yan hooked Mu Rou's delicate chin and kissed his red lips lightly, it was rare to be numb once, but it was a true expression: "Meeting you is a gift from my God, I will cherish it, and I will work hard to protect it." But you have to promise me that one day in the future, no matter what happens, don't be impulsive to pay for me, take risks for me, and don't risk your life for me. ”

"Why?"

"Silly girl, the ghost Qinghuo is an immortal heavenly fire, and I am an immortal body. I have Hell, I have the Blood Soul Tree, and even if there is only a soul left, I will be able to stand in front of you again in the near future. ”

"Hmm. Mu Rou nodded hesitantly, but is there really an immortal in the world?

Mu Rou was very touched to be able to become the holy snow lotus by Tang Yan's side, and was willing to stick to her innocence and kindness forever for Tang Yan, but it didn't mean that her dedication to Tang Yan was limited to this.

She loves Tang Yan deeply, in her own way.

Her love is silent, but no worse than anyone else's.

If one day in the future, Tang Yan's life is really in danger, and she has the ability to redeem it, she will never hesitate.

In Mu Rou's simple belief, the dedication of life will be the most loyal proof of true love.

"It's promised! Be obedient! Remember it firmly!" Tang Yan solemnly reminded.

Over the years, he has never revealed, but he has never forgotten the prophecy of the frightening feather, like a fish bone stuck in his throat, constantly reminding himself to protect this innocent and kind girl. But when I think of the ever-changing characteristics of Mu Rou's fate, and my own numerology is equally complicated, I ...... Will each other's fates change over time and as they change?

Maybe, maybe not.

But he preferred to believe it.

He believed that what Flying Feather saw might not really be 100% true.

All he could do was avoid it as much as he could.

Mu Rou curled up in Tang Yan's arms, blushing and whispering, "Brother......"

"Huh?"

Mu Rou buried her head in Tang Yan's chest, her pretty face blushed, and she whispered like silk: "Meeting you is my happiest." ”

"What did the little girl say?" asked Tang Yan pretending to be innocent.

"Just say it again, forget it if you don't hear it. Mu Rou playfully stuck out her tongue.

Tang Yan rubbed Mu Rou's long hair dotingly, and kissed her forehead lightly: "Rest, open your heart, don't think about it in the future." You are Mu Rou, the only Mu Rou. ”

Mu Rou hugged Tang Yan tightly and fell asleep sweetly.

Tang Yan was lying on the bed, full of love and pampering, in a trance, he really wanted to be able to accompany the girl in his arms one day in the future, live in this world carefree, no longer bear killing, no longer contact with conspiracies and tricks.

Tang Yan gently smoothed the long hair on Mu Rou's forehead, and gently gazed at Mu Rou's sleeping face, at this moment, he was very relieved......

But......

The worry from the blood man always lingered, and after a long period of calm, Tang Yan fell back into contemplation, re-evaluating the current situation, trying to find some clues.

Unconsciously......

The whole hotel seemed to be quiet, very quiet, very deep, no sound, no light, Tang Yan thought about it, quietly, feeling inexplicably tired.

Tired? Tang Yan yawned long, rubbed his sore forehead, and then looked at Mu Rou in his arms, smiled silently, and didn't think about it anymore.

The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth.

Maybe the calamity will only reveal itself when he meets the Titans, and his current reverie is completely useless.

Tang Yan kissed Mu Rou's forehead lightly and fell asleep with her in his arms.

However, when he smiled and closed his eyes, he suddenly realized something, his eyelids were obviously raised, and his body seemed to be tense and propped up, but ...... Exhaustion and drowsiness flooded over his body, overwhelming his consciousness, and it seemed as if it was too late for him to wake up.

With a slight moan, Tang Yan frowned and fell asleep on the bed.

On this night, the night was very heavy, the sky and the earth were dark, and the ancient city was quiet.

This night, the air was cold, and there was a bit of gloom in the darkness.

Even the usual noisy slave trading area was unusually cold, with few people moving around the streets, and many shops closed early.

From a certain time......

The front and back yards of the Hammer Tower were plunged into a heavy darkness like lead, black and thick like a pool of stagnant water, and a subtle black gas wafted in the air, filling the air, blending into the air, circulating in all corners of the hotel, including the guest rooms and wings.

A white shadow floated into the inn, like a lonely ghost at midnight, passing through a qiē and entering the backyard in a scene that ordinary people could not recognize.

Along the way, everything fell silent and silent.

It didn't even attract anyone's attention.

Soon after, she stopped in front of a side room, staring into the dark room, as if glancing into a darker corner of the neighborhood.

There......

The wolf fangs on alert had fallen and were unconscious in a dark corner. Like all living beings in the hotel, they are unconscious, lose their vigilance, and lose their most basic sense of crisis.

Up and down the hotel, hundreds of people, without exception, are all asleep, and have been asleep for a long, long time.

They all experienced from calmness to tranquility, from inexplicable exhaustion, to falling asleep after stretching their bodies, which was not an intense process, but a gradual process that lasted imperceptibly for more than an hour.

Without causing any irritation, the black silk and black qi calmed everyone's vigilance and suppressed everyone's inner crisis, until they unconsciously felt tired and peaceful.

At this moment, it's too late, and after exhaustion, there is the calmness of bodily functions, that is, the uncontrollable drowsiness and deep sleep, perhaps...... It's hard to wake up......

It's like Tang Yan's last moment of awakening, but he still didn't succeed.

The white-clothed figure lingered for a long time, staring at the wolf's teeth in the corner.

With the strength she has accumulated over the endless years of survival, with the innate secret method given by the hell world, and with her extraordinary strength over all the saints, it is easy to control a small inn and a few martial demi-saints.

But throughout the whole process, except for Tang Yan who triggered a counterattack, only this "shadow" woke up halfway, and almost launched a counterattack, if it wasn't for his own risky subduation, tonight's lurking would have been in vain.

Who is this?!

Is it a unique bloodline, or is it an alternative martial art?

Although his injuries have not healed, the realm of the demi-saint can actually compete with the oldest life form in this heaven and earth, the Hell Ghost Mother!

Incredible!

The ghost mother slowly walked towards the wolf's fangs, and her pale palm clasped towards his neck, wanting to swallow his soul and eat his essence, which was equivalent to eating an appetizer before the meal.

For so long, there were few living beings that had aroused her interest in tasting it herself.

However, at this time, the ghost mother noticed that Tang Yan in the wing room had some signs of awakening, and it was very strong.

"Hmph!" the ghost emerald eyes froze, gave up the wolf fangs, and entered the room.

The room was dim and quiet, Tang Yan was lying on the bed with Mu Rou in his arms, sleeping deeply, but Tang Yan's forehead was faintly emitting wisps of golden fluorescence, which was a special swastika, which was especially eye-catching in the dark.

As the light of the mark flickered, Tang Yan's brows furrowed slightly, and his body showed signs of activity, as if he was receiving some kind of summoning in his sleep, and he might wake up at any time.

Although he unknowingly suffered from the ghost mother's plot and took advantage of his emotional communication with Mu Rou to set himself up, it was impossible for Tang Yan to be accused so lightly.

Inside his body at this moment, the thin and transparent black silk shrouded his soul, suppressing his thoughts, trapping Tang Yan's consciousness in an abyss-like space, making him unable to wake up, and his entire body function was silent.

But the golden light that originated from the Buddha's heart was trying to expel the black silk and make him wake up.

To put it bluntly, Tang Yan is now equivalent to inhaling sleeping pills.

If at this moment, there can be a sharp external stimulus, which makes him bear the pain, and with the inner Buddha light, it may be easier to wake up when the inside and the outside are combined, but ...... The quiet world, the quiet space, the sleeping people, as if the heaven and the earth are silent, there is no external stimulus, there is no external cooperation, and the effect of the internal Buddha light is limited after all.

I have to say that the ghost mother's ecstasy is too domineering.

Tang Yan breathed heavily, his consciousness was drowsy, and the swastika on his forehead was shining layer by layer, unremittingly stimulating him, stimulating his body functions, and stimulating the equally silent Blood Soul Tree and Ghost Qinghuo.

The light of the Buddha is still the same, the Buddha's heart is firm, and he is tenaciously guarding Tang Yan, in the depths of the sea of air, the light of thousands of Buddha statues blooms, and the murmuring of the Buddha's words rises and falls.

The Nine Sons Ghost Mother walked to the edge of the bed, her long hair danced lightly, her white clothes floated, and the evil black qi turned into a black column of qi, twisting and steaming, rushing into Tang Yan's facial seven orifices, further aggravating Tang Yan's coma.

Finally, after a long confrontation and silent suppression, the swastika on Tang Yan's forehead finally weakened, the expression of his struggling face gradually slowed down, and his body ...... Slow and calm......