There was chaos in the heavens and the earth, dust rose everywhere, and the entire iron and stone prison was wrapped in thick smoke and dust, and after a while, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed in the scorching sun.

Qin Fan seemed to be aware of it, squinting his eyes, a pair of blood-colored eyes looked towards the iron and stone prison on a high place through the dazzling sunlight, and at this moment, there seemed to be someone there who looked deeply towards this side.

The smoke and dust slowly faded, and the people in the iron and stone prison looked out, and the people outside also looked at the iron and stone prison, and the two pairs of eyes slowly touched in the smoke and dust in the sunlight.

The gaze of this moment seemed to be eternal.

The cloak condensed by the cold and desperate black gas slowly thinned and faded away when it came into contact with the eyes that were as gentle as water waves.

The scorching sun seemed to be unable to hide the happiness and joy of the eyes in the prison, so familiar, deeply, deeply, deeply seemed to see his heart at a glance.

Immediately afterwards, an excited and happy cry sounded in her ears, and this shout seemed to exhaust all the strength of the woman in the smoke, and she shouted with all her strength: "Brother!"

Brother, what a gentle and happy cry, the cry was full of happiness, and there was no other emotion. There was no complaining, no pain, no hoarseness, it was like going out for a visit, or visiting a neighbor's house at a distant point, just a cry that had not been seen for a long time, full of cordiality and joy.

Qin Fan was stunned, and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated. Looking at the figure of the thin woman, listening to the cry of joy and happiness, almost at the same time, there seemed to be something in the depths of my heart that had been touched fiercely. Immediately, the coldness in his eyes seemed to be gradually melted by the warm smile, and he gradually regained his clarity.

Looking at the delicate woman's face, the thin body trembling slightly because of the cold wind in the high place, and the girl who was still smirking with tears on her face, he was stunned for a moment and had no more words. It's just that at that moment, it was as if an idea was born, and it was unswerving. Then he smiled, looked at the high place of the iron and stone prison, and kept waving his hands.

Don't hurt her any more!

......

How can there be happiness in being imprisoned in this dead silence that sees no light of day, is full of darkness, and how can there be no other emotions?

That deep, narrow, dead space, every moment will make people crazy, the same scenery, the narrow space, the dead darkness, every moment makes Qin An miserable, but she never despaired, because she knew that there would always be someone who would break the prison, cut the iron chains, and take herself out of this hellish place by the breeze.

As the days passed, every few days there would always be a plain-looking man to torture him, although he looked ordinary but the means of torturing people were innumerable, and he never cared about his feelings, just that he didn't die.

The dark loneliness almost broke his spirit, and the pain on the * made him miserable, but no matter what, he firmly believed in that person, that person would always come, always come and take him out of here.

Now, here he comes!

I remember that he said that he liked to see his smile on his face the most, so he was laughing, even if his body hurt and the pain was unspeakable, but he still had to laugh, because only in this way could he rest assured.

The only regret is that the tears on his face can't be wiped away, the damn smoke and dust have turned his face into flowers, his hands are tightly locked by iron chains, and he can't see the intact flesh and skin anymore, and the blood is dripping, so naturally he can't wipe off the ugly tears on his face, just pray, I hope not to be seen by him!

In the sun, he seemed to be smiling too, so he was relieved. As long as he is happy, as long as he is happy, as long as he rejoices, everything is enough, enough......

Ever since that time he had never denied himself to be a foreign race, a slave that everyone hated, a filthy alien monster, he had resolved to live only for him.

No one will ever know how happy they are at that moment, because it feels really good, very good to be recognized.

Is there anything more important and happier than the boy in the distance, the boy who is a few years older than himself, who identifies with himself and lets himself call him brother, compared to everything, compared to the whole cold and dark world?

Nothing compares to the boy in the distance, not even the world.

Because he is his own world, his own everything, and he lives only for him from this day on.

......

The two were relatively silent, just silent.

The smoke and dust completely dissipated, and when the last sword qi completely dissipated in the air, the entire empty land regained its calm, leaving only the ground full of desolation, and the originally solid and empty earth was full of cracks, as if the field had been plowed countless times, and countless steam was born from the cracks.

Magma? That's scorching seawater.

Everything was over, Qin Fan began to move towards the broken iron and stone prison step by step, taking difficult steps, the previous battle made his true qi almost exhausted, his face was pale, and every step he fell seemed as if he couldn't hold on and was about to fall, but he was still moving forward, because there were people waiting for him in front of him.

The iron and stone prison had become dilapidated, but it still held on to the last trace of the forbidden place that was the most important prisoner of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion and stubbornly refused to collapse completely.

Qin Fan walked towards there step by step, and the high place was Qin An's happy gaze, he couldn't help but want to go faster, but his body seemed to be hollowed out, and he couldn't go faster after all. I wanted to speak, but I opened my mouth but it was full of blood foam, it seems that the battle just now was really draining and hurting my body.

Finally, just as he was about to reach the original gate of the iron and stone prison, there was a man standing there, and that person was bleeding blood, and there seemed to be endless black chaos flowing in the blood, shining with black light, as if only one drop of such blood could destroy the entire city.

It was Di Jiang, but at the moment his clothes were ragged, and his upper body was also covered with scars, some of which were gravel and some of which were swords, but among them, there were nine deep knife marks that were extremely conspicuous, which was obviously the biggest reason for his serious injury.

He kept coughing, every cough would bring up a puff of blood, his face was already pale and almost transparent, but his body covered with scars was still upright at the moment, just like when Qin Fan first saw him.

He stubbornly stood in front of Qin Fan, and although his voice was weak, he still said firmly: "You...... No...... Tianji Pavilion...... Dignity...... Not allow...... Provocation ......"

Looking at the stubborn man in front of him, he was seriously injured and couldn't finish his words, but he was still blocking himself, just for the dignity of Tianji Pavilion.

Qin Fan fell silent, thinking: This is really a terrible person.

But I felt that this person was faintly familiar, but also a little unfamiliar.

Isn't this stubborn and stubborn figure very similar to him?

Qin Fan was slightly stunned, but at this moment, Qin Fan and Di Jiang's faces changed greatly at the same time, and their pale faces became even more ugly.

For at this moment the earth beneath their feet suddenly emitted a violent trembling sound, which seemed to come from afar, and then came to their feet, and the violent tremors became more and more harmful, as if some monster was about to get out of the trap under their feet.