"Then you have to be careful. Seeing Yang Ran's gloomy expression, the two hesitated for a moment, and then retreated.

So the room fell into silence, only the sound of Meng'er's gentle breathing, slowly turning around.

Yang Ran lowered his head and looked at Meng'er, and a sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.

Although this well-behaved girl doesn't talk much, Yang Ran can really feel that she regards herself as the whole world, but now when something happens, she can't do anything.

"What the hell is going on?" Yang Ran muttered, lifting the quilt for Meng'er, but suddenly, he stopped abruptly holding half of his hand, his expression full of shock.

"Meng'er's gray hair has grown!"

I didn't notice it for a while just now, but now that I took a closer look, Yang Ran actually found that it had only been seen for half a day, and Meng'er's shoulder-length white hair was actually more than two inches above the shoulder!

How is this possible? Could it be that there is a mystery hidden in this gray hair?

Yang Ran hesitated for a moment, carefully holding up a strand of white hair and observing carefully.

However, just as Yang Ran put the strand of white hair in his palm, in an instant, a heart-piercing coldness like a poisonous snake quickly jumped into his body along the strands of hair.

It was a chill that was even more terrifying than the thousand-year-old ice, because, in that chill, Yang Ran felt boundless despair and endless darkness.

It was the coldness of death!

Yang Ran was in a panic, only to feel that the true power in his body, and even his entire soul, was about to freeze into ice, he quickly wanted to let go of his hand and wanted to urge the golden qi in his body to stop the cold from invading, but at this time, Yang Ran found that he couldn't move!

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make a sound!

At this moment, in Yang Ran's stunned mouth, where the palm of his palm touched the wisp of white hair, a cold mist suddenly rose, and then there was a continuous black ice freeze "click". After a while, the black ice began to spread rapidly, and the ice froze to the arms and necks...... In the end, when Yang Ran lost consciousness, his whole body was completely frozen.

......

It was a reckless sky, covered with layers of dark clouds. Thousands of huge thunderbolts intertwined and crisscrossed, and the roar of anger exploded, flashing with a terrifying blue light.

Yang Ran's consciousness fell into chaos, his thoughts were disordered, he didn't know if he was dreaming, or if he was really experiencing it.

All he found was himself floating aimlessly in mid-air. There was lightning and thunder all around, and huge black lightning slashed at him from time to time, the wound cracked and blood flowed, but Yang Ran not only was not chopped to death, but he didn't even feel the slightest pain.

Yang Ran wandered in this space for a long time, one day, a month, or a year, and finally slowly, he suddenly noticed that a ray of sunlight appeared in front of him, and the faint sunlight shone on him, a very strange warmth.

"Where is this?" he thought in a daze, and at his feet, the appearance of a bustling city faintly appeared, and people came and went in a poor area of the city, but no one noticed himself flying in the air.

"Ran'er, I'm back for dinner. Suddenly, a woman not far away shouted, leaning against the edge of the door, with a soft, warm smile on her face.

"Call me?" Yang Ran looked at the woman blankly, a strong sense of happiness hit his heart, and his body unconsciously drifted to that side, and at this time, the thunder and lightning gradually decreased, and the sunlight seemed to be more and more, sprinkled all over Yang Ran's body.

"You kid, just walk slowly!" next to the woman was a dark-skinned middle-aged man, who said in a rough voice, seemingly blaming, but in fact his eyes were full of doting.

"Let's go?" Yang Ran wondered when he heard this, wasn't he flying in mid-air?

Yang Ran looked at his wings, and couldn't help but look down, only to see that on the ground, a five or six-year-old child was also running towards the woman.

Suddenly, all the sunlight seemed to leave him, and suddenly he ran to the child.

"They weren't calling me. Yang Ran suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and a wave of coldness suddenly rose, slashing at himself like thunder and lightning, and the wounds on his body, blood kept dripping, staining the entire wings red.

"yes! it's time to eat!" The child on the ground jumped into the man's arms, his face was full of happy smiles, and his father held him in one hand and led the woman in the other, and the three of them talked and laughed and approached the house, leaving Yang Ran alone, floating alone in the air.

"What about my home, what about my home?" Yang Ran kept muttering, his heart was like ashes, his whole person fell into a stupor, allowing his body to float around, wandering aimlessly between this heaven and earth, and in the black sky, thousands of black thunders were still ruthlessly slashing towards him.

Only this time, he really felt the pain, and every thought and mourning was like a chain, endless, penetrating into his heart.

Yang Ran continued to drift, he didn't know where he went, only to see a muddy road under his feet, and in this barren land without sunlight, there was a person who was scurrying like a headless fly, his face was full of mud, he fell and climbed again, fell again, climbed again, and so on, it seemed that there was no end.

"Is this person crazy?" Yang Ran thought, losing his strength, his body staggered, as if he was about to fall into the mud and dust.

"Bang!"

At this moment, suddenly, the madman exploded four pieces of clear white light left and right, and then in those few pieces of white light, four middle-aged men in silver-white armor appeared, and the golden armor shone with a faint brilliance of strange magic patterns.

Moreover, each man has two pairs of huge wings on his back, which are also silver-white, blooming like angels.

Yang Ran even froze his breath, and in these four men, he felt indescribable power, and when they appeared, the huge thunder and lightning in the sky fell silent for a moment, as if they were all shocked by this power.

This is a power that does not exist in the world!

"Demon Emperor, you can't escape. ”

The quaint and vast voice sounded from all directions, and the four armored men spoke at the same time, the kind of calm and cold, as if the entire space was about to be condensed into ice.

"Haha!" The madman suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his long hair was scattered on his face, he couldn't see his face clearly, and the hoarse laughter echoed throughout the world: "Haha, the temple is really powerful, to deal with a demon who has lost all his skills, he actually dispatched the four holy seats, haha!

Hoarse laughter resounded throughout the world, for some reason, Yang Ran actually felt a sadness, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist, as if he could really feel the sadness and sadness of the end of the road.

"This is the treatment that a generation of Demon Emperors should have!"

The cold words sounded again, and then the four armored men lowered their heads, they chanted in a low voice, their lips squirmed, and the ancient and magical words floated out, Yang Ran couldn't understand it, but he felt that the voice was like a vast divine sound Buddha language, summoning the most terrifying ancient power.

Suddenly, white light burst out from the four men, and then slashed at the madman like white lightning.

"Ah!!h

Bitter and painful wails continued to emanate from the mouth of the madman, and countless white rays of light pierced his chest like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and in just a moment, his body was full of holes.

But even so, he still stood on his knees, refusing to hang down his head covered with mud, and he still roared,

"Holy Heaven...... I'm ...... even if I die Nope."

The vast incantation became more rapid, and the roar of pain slowly fell into a feeble wail, until at last the head that had been held up finally hung down and was completely silent.

Yang Ran witnessed this terrifying torture with his own eyes, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and found that at some point, the tears in the corners of his eyes had fallen.

This cruel ruling lasted for half an hour, and Yang Ran watched the whole process blankly, until the four armored men disappeared out of thin air.

It wasn't until they had left for a long time that Yang Ran dared to float over.

The madman was still standing on his knees, his body was riddled with holes, his long hair was scattered, his face was muddy and bloody, his pupils were dilated, and he was too dead to die.

In the wilderness of violent corpses, you can't even enter the Netherworld, so you can only be a lonely ghost.

Yang Ran looked strange and pitiful, the sadness in his heart became stronger and stronger, and slowly wiped his blood-stained face with his hands, planning to find a pit to bury it.

However, when he saw that face clearly, the whole person seemed to have seen a ghost, and he suddenly retreated a few steps, his face full of horror, and a cold chill seeped from the soles of his feet to his scalp.

He saw this person's face clearly, this madman who was beaten to death turned out to be himself!