Chapter 367

Vibration, no stop vibration!

At the last moment of being swallowed up by the avalanche, and also the last moment when Loren's consciousness completely fell into the darkness, the only touch, the cold numbness was hardly true!

I was... Fooled?

No, no, no... it's not like this. How can it be like this?!

The gradually numb and stiff brain quickly completed the process of thinking in the dark and recalled the last scene before the avalanche:

Instigated by Conrad, the guard Knight of fascism was originally going to end Brandon and his dragon with an avalanche, but his sudden appearance changed his plan and chose to die with himself.

He still clearly remembered how he struggled desperately when he completely lost his plan in front of the incomparable power. The cold dark moment swallowed the whole world, deprived his vision, hearing and touch bit by bit, and his trembling eyes gradually lost their focus.

Memory began to appear confusion, more and more fragments and even the memory of previous life poured into my mind, and then disappeared in an instant. There were even incomparably real illusions in my mind.

The heart beat madly and beat the chest. Even if the trembling voice was clearly inaudible, it was still so clear!

Struggle, struggle, struggle... All in vain.

No matter how powerful the curse, powerful weapons, perfect plans and countless options... When this irresistible force comes, it is just the last fight before dying.

At that moment, he felt... Quiet.

Unparalleled quiet, even the darkness around is so clear, as if he has got rid of the shackles of the body and stepped into another field; There is no drag and trouble in the past, and the mind and body are completely integrated.

It's a completely different world. It's wonderful, just like when Loren first built his own spiritual palace. Everything around him is no longer substance, but... More like some kind of information.

Pain, happiness, cups, chairs, sky, earth... All these have become some kind of "symbol" existence, as if as long as you have such an idea, you can turn into a blue land, a plastic castle and a purple sky.

Curiosity drove Loren to stretch out his "hand" to touch the darkness in front of him;

But at the moment of approaching, the vibration began again.

At the same time, the "land" under your feet and the "sky" above your head began to vibrate violently, collapse and collapse, and all kinds of loud noises came from your ears.

Their own consciousness is falling rapidly!

I don't know how long it has passed. Loren can only feel the "noisy" heart beating violently again.

For a moment, warm blood flowed into the limbs of the body, the pores of the whole body were dilated, the consciousness was put back into the body, and the cold and biting touch was introduced into his brain again.

Loren suddenly got up, tried his best to suck, took a long deep breath, and his wide eyes gradually focused from the vague darkness.

Sweat oozing from the palm, clothes soaked by ice and snow, slightly twitching limbs, undulating chest... The feeling of living has never been as clear and clear as at this moment.

The dazzling campfire restored Loren's eyesight a little, and he seemed to have fallen into a cave.

"Dear Loren Turin, my best friend." a very familiar voice came:

"Welcome back."

Clean and tidy little dress, white gold like soft hair, a pair of scarlet blood like pupils, and a little evil smile on the corners of the bloodless mouth.

The dark haired wizard's eyes slowly focused, and Asriel, who came out of nowhere, was sitting opposite the campfire; The boy yawned lazily, but his eyes didn't leave him for a moment.

"Although I know it's a waste of time, I clearly remember that the task left to you is to protect ain Rand at the fortress of duanjie mountain."

Loren narrowed his eyes, and his voice was more or less hoarse with his just recovered body: "when did you start tracking me, and... Why didn't I find you?"

"Alas... Is there only such an attitude towards the life-saving benefactor who saved his life, dear Lauren? It's too ruthless, and Asriel will be very sad." Asriel lay on his side with his right hand supporting his head, smiling with a hint of fun:

"How about at least trying to say 'thank you, dear Asriel'? Just one sentence!"

Lauren couldn't refuse to pick his eyebrows - he was going to shrug, but his current physical condition didn't allow him to do so.

"... there's no way. Who makes Asriel Loren's best friend."

In less than a minute, the boy gave up completely, spread his hands and sighed childishly, "yes, I didn't follow your requirements, and the reason is very simple - your lovely companion, ain Rand, is absolutely safe in the fortress of duanjie mountain, at least much safer than you."

"In addition, there is a fake lady who is proficient in fraud, deception, inducement and all kinds of bloody cruel and barbaric means. She can smile and be ready to sell anyone at any time. It's really safe to accompany her all the time, dear Loren. What do you say?"

... I only feel the deep resentment in your heart.

"What's more, if there were no poor Asriel..." the boy recalled the corners of his mouth bit by bit:

"Dear Loren, no offense... But half a day ago, you should have died."

"Moreover, it may be more dangerous than death."

The dark haired wizard stared at Asriel's ironic smile with an expressionless face:

"What do you mean?"

"Dear Loren, don't forget that you are different from others - when a normal wizard encounters this situation, at most, the body is destroyed, the consciousness gradually dissipates in the spiritual palace, and at most some indelible thoughts flow into the chaos of the void; but you are different, your material and spirit are completely integrated.

Not to mention that you have gradually mastered the 'valve', which means that if you are killed, your spirit will force you into a state of 'meditation' and then enter the void through the 'valve'!

You will be... Similar to our existence, but much weaker; if poor Asriel didn't drag you back at the last minute, I'm afraid you've been found by some malicious guy? "

"You know... I've always had this guess." Lauren, who was weak, smiled:

"Maybe I was dead when I was in the temple of wild dog village, and then I was found by some 'malicious' guy."

A moment of silence

Stunned for a second, Asriel licked his lips and showed his usual smile: "Dear Loren, how can you doubt poor Asriel?"

Loren sneered:

"It's strange of you to say that; I've never believed you, so how can I be suspicious?"

“……”

"Don't get me wrong, I'm kidding." Lauren smiled reluctantly:

"But 'dear Asriel' you still didn't answer my question. Why didn't I notice you?"

"Can't I have a little secret?" the young man's delicate face showed some grievances, and his scarlet eyes looked at the black haired wizard with incomparable clarity:

"How on earth can Loren forget this?"

"Oh... Then you have to show enough sincerity, and it's very, very sincere." Loren's mouth aroused a sneer:

"Even if it is... How about the level of owe me a favor - don't forget the last time I owe you a favor, but I beat a vampire for you at the risk of dying!"

"But I just saved your life!" the young man was even more wronged: "don't you even have a word of thanks?!"

"We are friends. It's right to protect each other." the black haired wizard smiled naturally. "And deliberately cheating and oweing is another matter."

"... you're really getting better at extortion, dear Lauren."

"Each other, those close to Zhu are red, and those close to ink are black."

"I don't know... What's the sincerity?"

The young man got up slowly. He smiled very cunningly on his bloodless face. With a snap of his fingers, he let out the rock wall of the cave behind him.

On the cold rock, there is a line of words engraved in ancient saxophone. In other words, the contents can be traced back to the era when the Empire was just established and the third generation has not yet arrived:

"In the name of my Lord, I will go to hell in the north to test my faith and find a real miracle;

The legendary Dragon King City is close at hand. May the glory of the Holy Cross bless me;

Logan