Han Xiaohan lay in the arms of the man in black, without a trace of strength in his body. Duan Qi's seven swords not only stabbed him, but also pierced deeply into his heart, breaking his heart.
There is nothing more sorrowful than a dead heart. Although Han Xiaohan has not reached such a point at this time, his beloved grandfather has become a vampire and regards him as an enemy. This makes him feel like his heart is being torn by a knife. The indescribable pain is no less than the pain when he was just reborn. The reason why he has not despaired is because he knows that Duan Qi's memory has been wiped out by the Emperor of Heaven. As long as there is a glimmer of hope for recovery, he will never give up. The blood has stopped flowing out, the wound is healing at an incredible speed, and the strength is returning to his body little by little, but now, he does not want to move. He raised his head and looked at the face of the man in black. It was an ordinary man's face, in his thirties, with light eyebrows and small eyes, a flat nose, and long and thin lips. Such a person, even if people have seen him countless times, will be forgotten in an instant. It is strange that Han Xiaohan has no impression of this strange face, but he feels a familiar breath on him.
"Who... are you?" Regardless of who this person was, his martial arts skills were amazing, especially his lightness skills that made Han Xiaohan admire him. Lying in his arms, the whistling of the wind filled her ears, and she couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly. Everything flashed by, and even Han Xiaohan had never experienced that speed before.
"Very good, you can still speak!" Although the man was in a hurry, with the Emperor of Heaven and the three Heavenly Kings chasing him, his face was not red, he was not out of breath, and he spoke without any effort. His voice was low and hoarse, like a stone rubbing against glass, which made people feel uncomfortable. "Since you can speak, it means you are no longer in danger."
"Oh!" Han Xiaohan agreed softly, without any other reaction. The man smiled and said, "Since you are fine, it seems that there is no need for me to hold you."
"Ah," Han Xiaohan closed his eyes, put his arm around the man's waist, and whispered, "I'm a little tired..."
"Huh?" The man was stunned, then shook his head with a faint smile. Han Xiaohan has always been very strong, so strong that people even ignore his age. In fact, he is just a half-grown child under 20 years old, but he is carrying the fate of competing with the entire heaven. No matter who it is, they will be tired under such strong pressure. He said softly: "If you are tired, just take a nap!"
Han Xiaohan fell asleep in the man's arms. Even he himself didn't understand why this young man gave him such a warm and trustworthy feeling.
It was strange that he naturally felt safe around him. His intuition told him that this person would not hurt him. Han Xiaohan was sleeping soundly, but the corners of his mouth curled up. He subconsciously thought that he was ridiculous for trusting a stranger. Was it just because he saved him? Didn't he always hate getting too close to people? But why didn't he hate him? He couldn't figure it out, so he wisely stopped thinking about it, allowing himself to completely relax and fall into a deep sleep.
Although that person was holding Han Xiaohan in his arms, his speed was still terrifyingly fast, like a flash of lightning. Even if the Emperor of Heaven tried his best, he still couldn't close the distance between them even a little bit.