The people behind were shaking.
The spasmodic fingers clasped his shoulders tightly, with a crying voice, like a low whimper of a kitten.
He stopped.
Except between the beds, he rarely saw this man cry.
He knew that although this person looked soft and docile, he was actually stronger than most people in the world. Although he was used to being silent, patient and silent, once he became obsessed with one thing, even he couldn't make him suffer. People give in and give in.
More than once, he wanted to break the hard shell of the other party and see the soft inside of the other party.
Just reluctant in the end.
But at this moment, the man's outer shell was finally crushed, and all the fragility and panic were displayed in front of him, but he had no desire to appreciate it at all. But I just want to draw a sword and smash all the people who have hurt this person into tens of thousands of pieces.
"Xianchang," he tried his best to control the overflowing anger, gasped for breath, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry."
The person behind him only repeated: "It hurts... I hurt so much..."
He was silent for a while and asked, "Will it hurt you to go up again?"
"It hurts..."
"It will fall... it hurts..."
The words of the person behind him were messy and broken, and his voice was very low. He listened carefully for a while before he could barely hear some information.
Just a little bit of information.
But it made his fists clench so tightly that blood was about to bleed.
Yes.
Unlike monsters like him, who were born from darkness and filth, the human race was born to yearn for light.
The stone ladder was the only way to escape the tower, and it was impossible for this man to not attempt to climb it.
But when he just saw this person, the other person was sitting beside the stone ladder like a corpse.
The bare skin was stained with blood, and there were many scattered, white... broken bones on the ground.
Even though there are no wounds on this man's body now, he can imagine it.
- This person was once very close to the sky, but fell to pieces.
More than once.
It only takes a moment to fall, but the climbing process is extremely long.
How many times did this person repeat the process of climbing up and falling down before he turned into that broken appearance
He didn't dare to think deeply.
"Don't be afraid," he said, "...it won't hurt anymore."
"I will take you out, get out of here, and go to a sunny place. There is a gentle breeze and gentle grass and trees. You can live freely, see the scenery you want, and do what you want."
He said, taking another step forward.
But suddenly felt a pain in the shoulder. It was the man behind him who opened his mouth and bit him.
He wasn't angry, he just let out a low laugh.
"Bite it," he said, "if it makes you feel better."
The sound of his heavy footsteps echoed in the darkness.
With his low voice.
He continued what he just said.
"... After you go out, it doesn't matter if you don't want to move, I'll accompany you."
"We can find a place to live in seclusion, away from the outside world. At that time, you can lie on a rattan chair and bask in the sun, and I will watch you by the side."
He seemed to remember some pleasant scene, and laughed softly again.
"I remember you like sweet cakes. I can make them for you after I go out."
"But when the time comes, don't laugh at me for making it unpalatable."
I do not know how long it has been.
The man behind him stopped whimpering and stopped biting him.
Thin arms trembling around his neck, entangled with him. The gentle breath was soft and thin, spraying on his neck and shoulders.
He looked up.
Daylight is near.
-"come out."
As Ye Yunlan drank coldly, a golden crack appeared out of thin air where he was looking.
"Your senses are sharp."
A hoarse voice could not distinguish between men, women and children.
In the crack, a figure wearing a sacred mask and riding a fire luan gradually appeared.
He was wearing red armor, but the style looked much older than the soldiers Ye Yunlan had seen on the Sun.
The breath on his body is very strong, far exceeding the six realms of the ordinary body.
"Since you have such a keen perception," Yaori Yinwei said, "you should know that in the face of the absolute strength gap, you have no escape."
Although expected.
He also did not regard Ye Di as his father.
But Ye Di went back on his word and sent someone to get rid of him just after signing the sacred contract, which still made Ye Yunlan feel a little uncomfortable.
Ye Yunlan held on to the lack of shadow in his hand, the sword reflected the lightning in the sky, and his voice was cold, "I only perceive that you have a disgusting smell of decay."
Between the dead and the living, the smell of years soaked in the sap of the carrion that keeps the body and soul immortal.
This is the "background" of the Ye Clan.
Yao Ri Yinwei said: "Ignorance child, you can only take advantage of your mouth."
Ye Yunlan: "Ye Xuanguang is still transcending the calamity. Since Emperor Ye sent you here, but instead of helping your prince of the Ye clan, he wants to take my life first?"
Lunian Hidden Guard said coldly, "As long as you get rid of you, His Royal Highness is the only destiny of the Ye Clan, and he will succeed in his calamity."
"Destiny." Ye Yunlan repeated these two words in a low voice, with a hint of mockery in his cold brows.
When it comes to Ye Xuanguang's tribulation, Yaori Hidden Guard no longer talks nonsense with him, rides on the fire luan, and merges his palms to form a curse.
His eyes behind the mask, under the influence of the curse, faintly glowed golden.
"The sky is a prison, and anyone who commits a crime against our Ye clan will be punished by the demon master. But please use Shengmu Fengwu's strength, and please use the thread of karma to obliterate this person."
As the incantation of the Lunar Hidden Guard fell, countless golden threads abruptly emerged from the void, extending towards Ye Yunlan!
The Yaori Hidden Guard didn't look any further, and turned around with a blank expression on his Huo Luan, intending to rush to the place where the prince had to transcend the calamity.
He knew that Ye Yunlan was bound to die.
When Ye Yunlan signed a sacred contract and completely cut off relations with the Ye Clan, his death was doomed.
Saint Wood Fengwu will no longer protect him. Under the line of cause and effect, his existence will be completely eliminated from the world, and no one will even remember his name.
This is the protection that the Demon Lord Divine Phoenix left to the Ye Clan with its supreme power back then. It has been passed down for thousands of years.
It's expensive to spend - but it's worth it.
Ye Yunlan stared at the incoming golden threads, his face was as cold as ice, and a strong meaning of death and annihilation was deposited in his eyes.
He has no spiritual power, although he can slash all living beings with the sword, but in the face of dead things like the thread of cause and effect, there is no way to smash them with sword intent alone.
Only by activating the forbidden technique, the realm was raised to the void in an instant - but he didn't know whether his current physical body could withstand the enormous and endless power, even if it was only for a moment - Quying Sword let out a mournful cry.
wrong.
He frowned and suddenly stopped the movement of starting the forbidden technique.
The heart is beating heavily.
Again and again, the blood flowed all over the body in a rush.
Countless golden threads are reflected in the shrunken pupil tip, so cold and sharp, but why? So... so familiar to him
In the dark, he suddenly had a strong premonition.
These things can't hurt him.
And it doesn't stop there.
There is also a kind of deep anger, as if it came from the depths of far and endless time and space, causing his blood to rush, and it is difficult to stop.
Yaori Yinwei was about to take off with Huo Luan when he suddenly heard a cold voice behind him.
"Where do you want to go in such a hurry?"
The author has something to say: Later, the Ye people who finally learned the truth: What stupid thing have we done, my emperor loves me again
Master: In the next life