"Tsk tsk tsk, I really didn't expect that the little prince who was so high back then would be reduced to such a miserable and pitiful situation."
"I really don't know. If the first queen saw her only son become like this, how would she feel distressed? Hehehe... It's a pity that the woman died fifteen years ago, and there is no ashes left. Ha ha ha ha… "
The hand holding the hair tightened suddenly.
The [Holding Soul Cord] on Luo Yu's body also tightened suddenly with the movement of his consciousness.
The pain, which was already unbearable, instantly increased ten times and a hundred times, and it was imposed on Luo Yu.
"Ah!!"
Luo Yu couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a mournful howl.
"Hahahaha... cluck cluck... yell! Keep yelling! My honorable prince, seeing your appearance that is worse than a dog, my heart is really..."
boom-! ! !
Before the perverted laughter and words fell, the hand that was holding Luo Yu's hair was suddenly chopped off by an elbow.
The entire body of the puppet also flew out under the impact of huge energy, smashing dozens of trees one after another before falling to the ground.
The puppet struggled to get up, seeing the scene not far away, its violent eyes trembled violently.
The voice that was still laughing pervertedly just now turned into trembling with fear and trembling in an instant.
"Ghost... ghost... [Ghost Nightmare] Lan Luohan, how could you... how could you still be alive?!"
"Twelve years ago, didn't you die with [Black Eagle]?!!"
…
The torment of the severe pain in the body seemed to gradually become lighter, distant, and numb.
Luo Yu raised his eyes with difficulty, and in a trance, saw a strange yet familiar figure standing in front of him.
It was a young man with a dark aura around him.
Luo Yu couldn't see his face clearly, he only knew this back, this back that was guarding in front of him, made him feel very familiar.
At the feet of the young man lay the corpse of a puppet that had been torn apart.
And... There is still Yun Ruohan who is not alive.
"Big brother!"
Luo Yu was shocked, but the voice that came out was so weak and hoarse.
"Big Brother... Big Brother..."
Luo Yu shouted with all his might, while crawling towards Yun Ruohan's "corpse" with all his hands and feet.
Tears blurred his eyes, mixed with sweat and blood, and made a ball on his face.
But Luoyu didn't care about anything.
All he knew was that the elder brother who had been protecting him and guarding him was dead.
How could the eldest brother die? !
"Xiaoqi, don't be afraid!"
Just when Luo Yu's bloody hand was about to touch the "corpse", a low and hoarse voice suddenly rang in his ears.
This was not Yun Ruohan's voice, but it had the same tone as Yun Ruohan's.
Gentle, calm, tolerant, pampering.
"Xiao Qi, big brother... big brother is here, and won't let anyone hurt you."
This voice was obviously strange and distant, but it made him feel so at ease.
It's as if as long as this person is around, he's safe and he'll never be alone.
Luo Yu blinked hard, trying to see the face that was close at hand, but his consciousness became more and more blurred, more and more blurred...
…
The man raised his hand lightly, with energy gushing out, and placed the unconscious Luoyu on the body of "Yun Ruohan", so that he could sleep more comfortably.
Then his gaze turned to the only remaining puppet.
The hoarse voice was no longer as gentle and inclusive as it was before, only the endless bone-chilling cold remained.