Chapter 33: The Tribulation

"Is that possible?"

Several people have such doubts in their hearts.

"Whatever, the most important thing now is to find a way to escape, the thunder tribulation becomes the heavenly calamity, my obedient man, there are a few people in the world who have escaped the thunder tribulation, and how many people have escaped the heavenly tribulation in the world. ”

"The probability of the former is extremely low, but there are still people above Yuanying, like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge, and there are still alive, but the latter is obviously a dead end. ”

Ahh

The black shadow in the sky let out a desperate roar, and there was confusion in the voice, sadness in the voice, and unwillingness in the voice.

The black figure was as fast as lightning, and Yang Wannian's body trembled a little.

The donkey was in tears.

"It's a good chance to escape. ”

Several figures in the sky met this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and fled with their lives.

On the ground, Yang Wannian sat calmly on the ground waiting for death to come, and suddenly, as soon as his palm stretched, a drop of scarlet unusual blood floated on his palm.

"Senior, I know the master-servant contract you asked for at that time, but I just want to leave that place, I used to dislike my predecessor as a donkey, and my predecessor may also dislike me as weak as an ant. ”

"When people are dying, they will look down on many things, and it's ridiculous to think about how to look down at people in the past. ”

"When I entered this city, most of the barriers still relied on my predecessors, and the moment the contract was signed, I knew that my predecessors were extraordinary. ”

"This is a drop of my essence blood, and my predecessors can solve the master-servant contract by themselves, so that the immortal path will not be blocked. ”

"After all, anyone like me, who has six or seven hundred thousand mortal lives in his hands, will be more or less implicated in this catastrophe. ”

Yang Wannian laughed at himself.

"The seniors, the juniors still have one thing to ask for, and they are really entrusted by others......"

Some words can be understood with just one look.

Yang Wannian glanced at the donkey master and nodded gratefully.

"Eleven, you follow the donkey. ”

Eleven has already cried into tears, and now, how can he still have a bit of a kingly demeanor, he is completely a child who has left the adults crying bitterly.

"Why? Ant-Man is mindful, but he doesn't want this to be the result. ”

"That is to say, the heart sometimes deceives people, don't easily trust people in the future. ”

Yang Wannian smiled and touched the little guy's cute head. This time, Eleven is finally a little well-behaved, his head is usually not touched, that is his taboo, today, it is rare to be generous.

"The heart doesn't deceive people, it's you who lie to me, I don't want you to leave, you are not allowed to leave, you promised your father to take care of me as an adult, how you talk doesn't count. ”

Eleven is no longer the descendant of the ant queen at this moment, and now, he just wants to keep Yang Wannian and not let Yang Wannian go.

He felt that if he let go this time, Yang Wannian would really leave him, and he would never see Yang Wannian again.

"Eleven, don't make trouble, be good, obedient. ”

"I'm not making trouble, I'm obedient, I've been obedient since you woke up from the chaos last time, what do you want me to do, why don't you leave me. ”

"Don't leave, don't leave, I'll let you touch your head every day. ”

Eleven's eyes were full of tears, and he looked up at Yang Wannian with a pleading face.

It is hard for Yang Wannian to imagine, this is eleven, after the ant king, carrying the pillar of heaven and daring to fight with heaven and earth, what a proud family it is.

Eleven has always shown people with a cold face, and saying such words today shows how much he wants Yang Wannian to stay in his heart.

Eleven seemed to see some kind of perseverance in Yang Wannian's eyes.

In the end, he still let go of his hand, lowered his head and muttered with a disappointed face: "My father left me, will you also leave me?"

Yang Wannian saw the lonely back and gradually moved away.

He thought of the little guy in the desert again, burying himself in the sand out of boredom, and then crawling out to look at the chaotic figure.

remembered that after seeing him suddenly appear, he turned his back in a panic and wiped his tears, and then, there were obvious tear stains on his face but he didn't know it, pretending not to care about the ridiculous stupid look.

Eleven must be sad, he thought, he thought, he must have let him down.

"Why?"

The black donkey asked.

Yang Wannian's gaze suddenly became gentle, surrounded by a crazy crowd, and in the direction of his gaze, there was a person, a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's whole body trembled, as if he was trying to restrain his movements, his face was stiff, and a very unnatural smile leaked from his face.

Due to the stiffness of the muscles in his face, his smile felt more like he was crying, his eyes were bloodshot and tears flowed out.

His whole look was to flatter, trying to leak a docile look and not make himself look so intimidating.

He was afraid that his appearance would scare away the person in his eyes.

From the beginning to the present, he is different from these crazy people, Yang Wannian killed all the way, and he stood in the distance and laughed all the time like this.

And he only saw that figure when the thunderstorm rose again.

"Some things, some people, I don't want them to go forever, that's all. ”

The weak water is three thousand, he just wants to take one scoop, but helplessly, that scoop is after three thousand, everything is fate, he does not hesitate.

He walked over, and he didn't show any mercy in the face of the crazy figures that rushed around him.

However, when he saw the middle-aged man, his eyes were full of tenderness and tears.

He stretched out his trembling hand and gently applied it to the man's face, rubbing it like this, wishing that this moment would last forever.

At first, when Yang Wannian's palm touched the man's cheek, the man's eyes seemed to dodge, and in his expression, he was afraid that his appearance would frighten the person in front of him.

The stiff cheeks rubbed in Yang Wannian's hand could be seen that his sanity had completely disappeared.

However, when he appeared, he could still know him, he was trying to control himself, and when he approached, Yang Wannian saw that many parts of his body were self-harmed by him.

It can be seen that before he was conscious, what kind of struggle he had with his body, so that now that he lost his mind, he habitually maintained gentleness towards the person in front of him.

The man raised his arm, and in his hand was a white jade pendant, the corners of his mouth were dry, his throat was already dry, and he made an extremely harsh sound, Yang Wannian could hardly hear what he was saying.

However, the corners of his mouth squirmed, and Yang Wannian could faintly guess the words through his mouth: "Go to your mother, he can protect you." ”

Yang Wannianmu was there.

The donkey shook his head in place, and his hind hooves kicked in the air, and there was a sound in the air, followed by the sound of objects falling to the ground.

Yang Wannian's eyes were originally closed, but now they opened, and a pair of bloody eyes went straight to the few figures who fell from the sky.

It was accompanied by a terrifying sight of greater agitation in the sky.

"You don't need to be protected, you can protect yourself, not only to protect yourself, but also to protect you. ”