C98

Time was like quicksand, ruthlessly fading away. As it did, it buried more lives and opportunities.

Qing Yun yawned and closed his eyes to sleep. Perception.

He began to doze off with a clear conscience …" Whoosh … Gurgle …

To Manwal, who was burning with anxiety, the sound was like a needle piercing his ear.

How could this stupid dragon have the mood to do such a shameless thing in front of him? This was an extraordinary time. How could it be so calm?

He had to wake it up!

The dragon tail of the Cyan Cloud moved with it as it fell asleep, one moment going up, and the next moment descending.

Yup, the sound of him napping and sleeping was very rhythmic. Along with the coordination of the dragon tail, it was truly an interesting sleeping picture.

Manhua's pupils were dyed with fire. He grabbed the dragon tail and started to shake it.

Qing Yun woke up from his sleep, opened his eyes wide, looked at Man Hua and said, "Who dares to disturb my sleep like this? He felt it! Seriously, don't you think your life is too long!? "Hrmph."

Manhua frowned and snorted, "Who's the one that doesn't want to die isn't certain. Get up and work! "

"No, I want to sleep. Feel! I want to rest! "I want to …"

Qing Yun's eyes widened as he opened his mouth wide in an attempt to defend himself. But in front of its gaping mouth, it suddenly extended a fist.

Manwabi shook his head and said, "You can choose whether to get up and work or to take your life!"

Flames blazed in his blue eyes.

The meaning behind his words was, if the stupid dragon were to continue sleeping lazily … If it felt like it was going to be beaten to death.

It blinked and seemed to be considering.

It saw that Isabel was still unconscious.

And then, straighten your chest, very straight. He said righteously, "See, isn't Isabel also having a good night's sleep? I'm the same as her, and I need to sleep. "

As he spoke, he blinked his innumerable winds. The Eye of Intimidation.

Manhua's forehead began to pour out black noodles.

The face of this stupid dragon was indeed that of a cultivator. He had refined it to the point where there were no holes in it.

This was what he meant by "how could he endure such emotions".

Learning from your mom is a very important reason for continuing to fight against laziness with violence.

It's useless for some people to reason with it.

Un, whoever has the toughest fist will have the right to speak!

Now, Manhua has completely accepted this ancient saying. As the saying goes, without three parts toughness, you really can't even use Tiger Fist!

"You are different from her! "Hurry up and get up. I still have a lot of work to do, and it's waiting for you to finish it!"

He brought up its dragon tail and began to shake it again.

"Brat, you're not human. You're biased! Why was he always so cruel? "Wait for the little animals …"

Qing Yun bared his fangs and brandished his claws as he cursed Manhua.

However, before he could finish his sentence, a radish rushed over and stuffed his mouth shut. "Wu … Wu …" "Woo woo woo …"

555555... Now it could not speak again.

This damned Ankui Manhua, this damn brat, why did he treat it like this every single time.

Damn it, damn it …

"Go, let me see," he said, "who was the one who put this prison in place? Where is he hiding? "

Qing Yun was speechless.

It pointed anxiously at the radish in its mouth, telling him to get rid of the damn thing.

However, Manhua interrupted its struggle and said, "I'm telling you to do something, not to talk. Do you understand? If you don't understand, then be a mute forever. Wouldn't that be better? At least it wouldn't make me hate you too much. Because if you are quiet, I will feel at ease. Without your nonsense, I would think the world was too good. However, the moment you open your mouth, I feel that this world has fallen into shamelessness, laziness, and chaos, into the darkness … "

He raised his eyebrows and proudly raised the wind. Ten-thousand kinds of emotions filled her phoenix tail. She said, "Look, the world is peaceful and beautiful now. It really is a comfortable world …"

Qing Yun felt that his own heart had almost vomited blood at this shameless rascal's words.

This bastard was torturing him. To be able to say such shameless words to it when it was being treated, this was too much!

Demoness! Demoness! Others might be the scourge of the thousand years old demoness! But the word 'thousand year' is absolutely too benevolent to him.

This fellow should be a demon that had reached the acme of perfection within ten thousand years! Most likely, even the Infernal Realm wouldn't dare to accept such a monstrous genius!

Therefore, if the Infernal Realm did not accept it, the Heaven Realm was in for a ride of misfortune.

Look, he was unlucky enough to be abused by this vicious brat all the way here. To be tortured.

Qing Yun had decided that if he ever gave birth to another little monster like Ankui Manhua, he would choke his to death first.

Save him the trouble of the whole world...

Qing Yun was still discussing about the Little Devil in his heart. When the evildoers were born.

However, Manhua had already thrown it towards the distant sky … "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and do something for me!" If you can't find out the results, don't come see me! "

Qing Yun's eyes were wide with unwillingness, but he was thrown to the edge of the sky in the sunset … A white cloud was slowly drifting over … … Eh, if you looked carefully, these circles of rising clouds seemed to be the famous "casual" image …

Well, all right, the top of Qingyun's head was covered by this "top quality snack" — it was purely a "road" that had passed, oh, no, the words were wrong, the white cloud in the shape of a "doe" stepped on Qingyun's head, coughed twice, and said — "Me is a pickled vegetable, pure floating …" "Over …"

With a clang, white foam came out of Qing Yun's mouth — what kind of world is this, even daring to shit on my head on a little white cloud.

Bei'er, who was in Manhua's arms, fidgeted uneasily. After she moved a few times, she still had a high fever. Two pieces of red blush appeared on both sides of her face.

She rolled over on her back. The heat hurt, and the pain from the fever made her talk in her sleep.

Her lips were opening and closing as she softly chanted … If you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to hear clearly.

Therefore, Manhua very attentively and patiently lowered his head, listening attentively … Her staccato words...

Her pink lips were saying, "Don't... Don't cry, okay. Here, my handkerchief, you see, the moon above has been watching the white rose below, has it not? They will warm each other up, take care of each other, and not easily leave each other … "

His heart suddenly tightened.

His heart trembled with emotion. Did she remember?

Little childhood, little them.

In the Blood Clan's moving castle.

It was Christmas Eve, but Christmas Eve was not meant to be safe.

Because it was Christmas Eve, his parents chose to leave them.

And he, a small Blood Clan youth, who clearly knew, yet chose not to, hid within the roses, quietly waiting for her parents to leave in peace.

He did not argue, did not cause a ruckus, and was as quiet as a rock.

However, in the white rose, this rock bore the burden of the night and loneliness …

If he didn't fight, if he didn't cause trouble, if he didn't smell, if he didn't ask, he couldn't help but cry.

On Christmas Eve, he chose to cry in silence.

His brother could pretend to be strong, and not shed a tear; but he could not — he was more vulnerable than anyone, he had to admit.

The darkness was as thick as a dark cloud, and it kept pressing down on him until he couldn't breathe.

On the night of Christmas Eve, the moon in the sky was kidnapped by a mountain-like layer of dark clouds. Not only was there no moonlight, even the wind had become especially cold and hazy.

He squatted in the rose bushes. His windbreaker was thin, and he was being held hostage by the cold wind.

His tears hung faintly on his white, jade-like face. His thin appearance was like a thin, sharp bamboo swaying and standing straight in the cold wind.

The surroundings were completely silent as the cold wind blew.

He thought that at that moment his heart had lost its power to be warm and to pursue the sun.

The abandonment of his parents and the identity of his Blood Clan.

When they were born, no one could choose.

Acceptance is the only rule of life.

Just when he thought he was forgotten by everyone, a small sound came from behind him.

With his sharp ears, he immediately became alert.

Although the person had carefully restrained her actions, she still disturbed him.

He abruptly dried his eyes, turned around, and looked straight at the newcomer.

But in the next second, his piercing eyes softened.

The little Isabel was dressed in a pink nightgown, her bare feet injured by the cold. She squatted down and stared at him without blinking.

Those eyes were like the clear waters of a distant stream, clear enough to see the bottom, gently flowing …

"You …"

He spoke first.

"I …"

Bei'er also wanted to reply, but didn't know what to say.

He turned his head and said very cruelly, "It's so late, what are you doing out here? How boring! If I ever do that again, be careful not to suck your blood out when I'm upset. Anyway, you are a sacrifice of the Blood Clan! "

He stood up, ready to ignore her.

Bea bit her lips, her pink eyes rippling.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the tears on his collar.

Deep, deep tears, like salt tears in the sea of sand...

In a deserted sandpit, there were many unknowable sorrows buried. Perhaps even until they rotted away, no one would know how painful and corrosive the sadness was at that time.

Not everyone was willing to be exposed.

Belle lowered her eyes. Her curved eyelashes were like a willow comb, and as they fell, they were imprinted on her lower lids by a curving shadow.

The shadow curved into a moving crescent moon, moving and moving.

Although she had received Little Manhua's fearful shout, she still revealed a slight smile on her face. The fluctuation on her face was like ripples in water, gently rippling outwards.

"I just couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk. "Sorry for disturbing you."

After she finished speaking, she did not intend to leave.

He was still standing at the same spot, as if he was a rock that had stood there for a thousand years, giving off a feeling of tenacity.

Seeing that she was not leaving, Manhua became angry again, "You can leave now!"

He really was going to chase her away.

Bei'er bit his lip and said, "I just have something to ask you. "En … are you free now?"

If he were to speak in such a manner, perhaps this arrogant and conceited fellow would be moved.

She meant no harm; she just needed company.

She was actually quite lonely.

In this moving castle of vampires.

Only darkness, cold...

As long as Ankui Luolan met her, he would choose to ignore her, ignore her, and not greet her. He even hated her to the point of looking at her.

Why?

Maybe it was because of her that Roland was taught a lesson by his father.

She didn't mean to make him apologize.

In her heart, the Human Fish King was like a distant star.

Compared to Roland, although Manhua always threatened her and seduced her, he still paid attention to her.

This way, she felt that even if she was scolded and scolded in fear, it was still better than being ignored by others.

She needed attention.

Even so, Manhua was always faking it.

She needed warmth.

Even if, Manhua always scolds.

She needed attention.

Even so, Manhua is always a bluff.

However, she really needed someone else's care and attention.

Even if Manhua didn't treat her sincerely, she still wanted to stick close to his heart, because she discovered that they were the same kind of people.

Abandoned by his parents, both sunk in darkness.

But in the dark, they cared for each other!

It was this feeling, the feeling that made her infatuated with him, the feeling of his evil.

She had seen Manhua from the window on the third floor.

In fact, she had been staring out the window for a long time, her little heart pained by the Christmas Eve.

People say that Christmas Eve is a time for family reunion.

Everyone gathered around the stove, eating sweet biscuits and drinking fresh fruit juice.

Then listen to my father and mother tell stories and read poetry.

The red glow of the firelight would shine on everyone's face. It was a face soaked in warmth — happy, happy.

Well, it was a beautiful Christmas Eve in my imagination.

However, this was only in his imagination, completely out of touch with reality.

The wind had ruffled her long pink curls, along with her childish longing to be watched.

Now, she was standing in front of Manhua. She couldn't leave, and she couldn't stay either. She was in a dilemma.

Little Manhua seemed to notice her embarrassment.

His deep blue eyes rolled and he said condescendingly: "I was in a good mood, but I was rather upset because of you. "Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"

Bei'er raised her head and looked at him nervously. Her lips were trembling like a butterfly as she said, "You …" What do you want? "

Manhua stared at her, not knowing what to ask for.

But her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the corner of the brocade handkerchief sticking out of the pocket of her nightgown.

He knew about this brocade handkerchief. Bea would carefully embroider it when she was bored in the Mobile Castle.

She hid it well. Every time he approached, she would hide it as if she was afraid he would take it away from her.

But, wasn't little prince trying to trick him?

He snatched the brocade handkerchief from her pocket and said angrily, "Then give me this brocade handkerchief!"

He couldn't wait to open it and take a look. His eyes immediately froze …

A full moon was shining in the sky. Under the bright and gentle moonlight, a bunch of white roses were blooming with unbridled beauty.

Moon Child was as perfect as water, as if her heart was filled with gentleness and gentleness, sprinkling onto the seductive rose petals.

At this moment, the bright moon broke through the clouds. Its bright brilliance was like a sky full of silver frost, resplendent the heavens and the earth, and glistening through the billows of their lost childhood!

Moonlight spilled onto her small face, a soft beauty as cool as water.

Her bright red lips were like petals blooming in the dawn. They were bright and dazzling. The color of her lips was the purity revealed by the crystal clear dew.

Manhua's heart wavered.

Perhaps the joy had come so suddenly that his clouded heart could not accept it for a moment.

Things that were too good were too short.

This was something he had learned from a young age.

He was a rather sensitive and conceited child.

Things that were too pure and beautiful did not belong to him.

Just like how the sun's warmth never favored him.

He only had darkness and cold.

Even his parents chose to leave him without a word.

"Go, I don't want it anymore!" You are ridiculous. No matter how round the moon is, it cannot be the sun! And Rose will die without sunlight! "

He used such cruel words to criticize his death sentence.

It wasn't that he didn't desire it, but because he was too afraid of losing it, he pretended to be extremely cold on the surface.

Afraid of harming, therefore, pretend to be strong.

He tossed the handkerchief to Bea.

He then turned around with his chest puffed out and left alone.

Under the moonlight, the night wind was blowing and his thin coat was rustling. It was just a lone shadow in a picture of frost filling the sky, moving forward alone … Footprints are desolate imprints, shadows are lonely sails...

Bei'er gaped for a moment, her lips turning pale.

However, she did not retreat. She continued to chase after him.

In her eyes, he was about to walk away, carved into a tall, thin shadow by the moonlight.

She deeply remembered the shocking tears on his collar … Such a profound weakness, and such a resolute determination!

Weak and strong.

Sensitive and acute.

Arrogant and conceited.

Self-esteem and self-pity.

To think that it could be carved so deeply into a person.

Bei'er rushed up to him and said loudly.

"In the future, please …" Don't... Don't cry, okay. Here, my handkerchief, you see, the moon above has been watching the white rose below, has it not? They will warm each other up, take care of each other, and not easily leave each other … "

Manhua's tiny body was stuck, as if rooted to the ground. His heart was like the deep sea, surging with thousands of waves!

The tiny youth was covered in the moonlight, his entire body as white as jade.

He bit his lip with his sharp teeth.

However, the place in his heart was gently sinking.

A warm tide was slowly surging to the bottom of his heart.

Bea rushed in front of him and spread out the brocade handkerchief before his eyes.

The full moon remained the same, as did Rose.

However, his heart was completely different from his heart which was filled with darkness and light just now.

Belle took his hand and shoved the handkerchief inside!

She pressed her lips together and opened them one or two times. "Here, I'm serious. Even if the moon was never the sun, that didn't mean it didn't have light and heat! The moon also has its own light and heat, it even has a gentleness and brightness that the sun does not have; the rose without the sun may really wither, but it will wither, and will bloom for you in the night! Even though the White Rose will wither in the end, it still bloomed for you! "

Her eyes were filled with tears as they rolled down her cheeks.

Tears fell onto her lips.

It was just her, but she had a strange beauty, a beauty that was strong and adorable.

Indeed, the White Rose only bloomed at night.

This was something he had never thought of, he had only assumed that Rose would die without sunlight.

Just like Rose, he wither even without warmth.

He longed for the sun, for warmth.

Ever since his parents had decided to leave, he felt even more that the sun and the warmth had left him, leaving him far behind.

Manhua's deep blue eyes reflected Bee's small, tender face.

Her small face was like a newly bloomed dewdrop, with a look of pity.

However, her personality was also so tenacious.

So it turned out that she was the same type of person as him.

When you have self-respect, you don't want others to know that you're crying.

However, while he was crying, he was also extremely eager to attract the attention and concern of others.

They all yearned for the sun. Only the sun could shine for a lifetime.

But now, he felt that even if he didn't have the sunlight, he would still blossom.

Because only when one's life blossomed at its peak would one have their own unique beauty!

He grabbed Bea's hand and pulled hard, and she threw herself into his embrace …

On this extraordinary night of peace, he finally found a way to entrust himself to her.

A spiritual attachment to gratitude and love.

There was no sun, and it didn't matter.

There was no warmth, and it didn't matter.

With her here, everything would be fine …

Yes, the life of the Blood Clan was eternal, but it was silent. Lonely, however, was like a shadow accompanying her.

The fate of being born could not be changed, so he could only try to arrange the color of his life.

He took a deep whiff of the rose dew on her body, and his chest contracted.

"Isabel, you really are an idiot! Aren't you afraid that if I get angry, I'll suck your blood dry first? "

His sad eyes were filled with nostalgia and warmth.

"I'm not afraid, I want to be with you!"

Her heart told her that he would not hurt her.

Even though Manhua had been quite evil since he was young … I'll play with her.

But it was because of him that her childhood could not be silenced by darkness.

He was the only one she had had in her childhood!

No Parents...

No siblings...

Only he, only he, only he …

So, as long as he was not by her side, she would feel uneasy. Even though Manhua was the Blood Clan, and the mermaids were the enemies of many generations, but now that they were living together, although they weren't related by blood, this feeling of kinship, even more so, seemed to be melted into every part of her skin like the air that was about to be breathed.

If he left her sight, she would feel as if she had lost something, something so precious that when she lost it, she would wail and wail, like a lifeless doll, life would have no direction and no purpose.

She wanted to be with him all the time.

Even if he really had ill intentions, he really did it to raise her and then eat her.

But so what? She was willing to be eaten by him!

Because this way, they would never have to separate again, and she would no longer feel pain in the dark. She would no longer struggle or feel cold, and her heart would no longer ache with numbness!

"Remember, you are not allowed to betray me in the future. If one day you dare betray me, I will definitely … suck your blood dry! I'll let you accompany me forever! "

Manhua came back to his senses, staring at the unconscious Bei'er in his arms.

She was still in his embrace, but … all of her past memories had already turned into smoke and disappeared into the distant night sky …

To her, he was just a familiar stranger. She had no memories, only a blank sheet of paper even whiter than a sheet of white paper … It was so thin that it howled in the cold wind.

He felt a chill in his heart. Perhaps this was his destiny with her.

She had given him too much, so when he was closest to happiness, he was struck down into hell.

Things that were too beautiful would eventually leave him.

The tears in his eyes were carefully restrained.

He had to get her out of this place as soon as possible. Since they couldn't live together, he might as well die together!

Manhua withdrew his gaze from Bei'er's pale face and hugged her even more tightly. He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "I won't leave you here alone. It was so dark here, and so cold. You should live in the sun, on the golden beach, in the blue ocean... You are my belle, a free and sunny mermaid! "

Bei'er's curved eyelashes lightly trembled, as if they were grass that had been blown by the spring wind. She felt as if she was about to flourish.

Manhua looked into the distance as a streak of green light rapidly flew towards him at the speed of light.

It refracted and flew towards Manhua, its speed was very fast, it seemed like the dragon tail was still on fire.

The corner of Manhua's mouth moved helplessly a few times. He knew in his heart that this stupid dragon had once again stirred up trouble.

Sigh, how was this Divine Beast created by the Celestial Emperor?

Did he create it just to use it to sharpen his master's mind and flesh?

It must have been created to train its owner's hearing and heart!

He was tired from the torment.

Qing Yun then sat on Manhua's arm.

Manhua flicked it away with a finger.

There was a red bump on its forehead, and it was steaming hot — "You …" You... This is outrageous, why did you have to bounce me away! Why do you still want to hit my head! "

Manhua closed his eyes, not wanting to leave it, because he really wasn't in the mood.

And then he smelled something, well, pretty smelly...

Therefore, as someone who loved cleanliness, there was no way he could let this stinky smell ruin his bad mood.

So it turned out that he was in a bad mood. The stupid dragon was acting recklessly, not knowing how to pick and choose. He was truly asking for a beating!

Qing Yun glared unhappily at him with his big, passionate eyes.

"Hey, hey, I'm talking to you, why are you ignoring me?" This is truly a stinking brat with an extremely bad attitude! "

Manhua didn't even bother to narrow his eyes, he only said tiredly, "How's the exploration going? What kind of thing is imprisoning us?" Have you thought of a way out? Also, do you know, stupid dragon, this Shura Maze has already changed forms again. "

Qing Yun tugged on his whiskers and said, "What? How do you expect me to answer all these questions? "Really."

"Of course, all of them!"

"It's impossible to answer all of them."

Qing Yun shook his head. It was just a small Divine Beast, how could it know everything? It's not like it's a god, hmph. This brat would cause trouble for it.

Not even giving it a small sense of security, hmph, such a small thing.

"Impossible?" Then what are you still treating this as a Divine Beast?? From now on, do not always talk back. Divine Beasts only need to listen to Master's orders. If you continue to talk back, next time, cut off your own tongue. In any case, since you're so useless, keeping your tongue out will get in the way. "

Manhua opened his eyes, his azure eyes tinged with a hint of blood-red.

He really didn't have the patience to waste time here.

Time was precious to him.

This was because he discovered that the sun in the east was about to rise.

The sun was something he yearned for and feared!

Sunlight, eternal damnation!

His sharp eyes stared at Qing Yun and said, "Not only is the Shura Maze unpredictable, it is also a tomb for the dead. The Sun Primordial Spirit from the east was about to climb up. Do you understand? "

So it turned out that this brat knew everything.

Qing Yun was stunned as he said, "Today, at dawn, Xian Yi's Sun Primordial Spirit is on duty. Whoever is on duty that day, the Sun Primordial Spirit's power will be the strongest! "

Manhua's eyes lit up. No wonder Xian Yi didn't directly go into the Shura Maze to capture people. He was supposed to be on duty.

I don't know if they were lucky enough to have time to escape.

It was really too unlucky. Just when the tenth sun's power was at its peak, they bumped into each other!

However, just as Qing Yun was about to sit on his arm again, he was repelled away.

A second steamy steamed bun emerged from Qing Yun's forehead.

Qing Yun was so angry that his teeth hurt.

This damned brat was really going too far.

"Hey, if you push me again, I won't be polite."

Greencloud said with a grin.

Its Eight Dragons Claw bared its fangs and brandished its claws at Manhua.

Manhua looked at it with disdain and said, "Why doesn't your tail feel any pain? It's really because of your thick skin. "

When Qing Yun heard that, the corners of his mouth widened. Looking back, he was shocked — so it turned out that his own dragon tail was all burnt by Sun Primordial Spirit! Damn, damn.

He pointed at Manhua's nose and said, "Why are you telling me now? This was too much. I hate you, you stinking brat! "

Manhua shook his head, his eyes still closed. "I don't have time to listen to your bullshit. Stupid dragon. Before Sun Primordial Spirit kills us, we need to think of a way out of this damned Asura Maze. "What's below us now is a desert city!"

Ye Zichen looked down.

The mazes of the city walls that had once been walls and walls were now slowly turning into sand.

It was as if he had been wasted by the passage of time … The tall city walls turned into piles of dust …

Golden. The color of sand, like the wash of yellow. The layer after layer of the colored gauze disintegrated …

The sky was covered in a thin layer of dust, as if all living things had died and the sand had been sealed for thousands of miles.

And the wind, became unbearably hot.

The sun that was about to move in the east was gushing out from the clouds!

The wind twists sand, thousand miles of heat;

There was a trace of cruel blood in the gale. The stench of blood was like a trap that was closing in on him.

Qing Yun was no longer in the mood to watch the sands roam around below. He had to put out the fire on his tail first.

"So, you pushed me away because you were afraid that the torch would burn."

Qing Yun said as if he was going to eat something. This little rascal prioritizes his own interests in everything.

He had always done things for himself!

If there were no benefits, this stinking brat would not waste his time doing it.

Manhua laughed and replied, "It's not just the fire on your body, but it also has a smell. Go back to work, don't bother me! "

He raised his index finger, but before it could shoot out, Qingyun automatically distanced himself from him.

"Oh, not bad. You've all learned your lesson."

Qing Yun gritted his teeth, "I curse you, you stinking brat! Curse the cruel you, do not die a good death, died without a blanket cover! No comfortable bed to sleep in! "No fragrance, no birdsong, only coldness and darkness accompany you!"

"Curse me, I'm already used to it!"

Manhua bit the corner of his lips and turned his head away.

His eyes were fixated on the red sun, which was about to break through the clouds on the highest peak of the mountain.

The red sun was like a huge fireball, a very crazily burning fireball!

This reminded Manhua of the big fireball that chased them through the Shura Maze.

So it turned out that Xian Yi had always been here!

Just like a shadow, it could attack at any time.

Manhua's heart slowly settled because of Qingyun Peak's words, like quicksand sinking into the vast ocean.

Every word it said was actually correct.

He had never gotten it before, so when he lost it, he wouldn't feel too much pain.

He didn't know what kind of death was due to the birdsong and the fragrant scent of flowers in the first place.

Comfortable bed?

How laughable.

A warm blanket?

That was even more ridiculous.

Cold and dark?

Didn't he always understand it the most?

More thorough than anyone else.

It was because this was how he was born – from the moment he was born to the moment he died, everything was the same!

The most serious problem was — he could live forever — lying eternally in darkness and cold.

This should be the harshest punishment Blood Clan could get.

The eternal cycle of reincarnation was eternally lost in darkness and cold.

Just like the little him, who had been jealous since childhood — why did his mother have a comfortable bed, his brother had a water bed, and even Belle had her own bed?

He was the only one who had to sleep in coffin after coffin that had been forged from a young age until now?

Even if all the coffins were decorated with extremely luxurious jewelry, so what? No matter how big the jewels were, they would never be hot.

Innate cold, no comfortable bed, no warm quilt.

Manhua's mouth curved into a crescent moon, as cold as a blade: "The curse is over. "The curse is over, hurry up and think of a way to send that sun, which is about to spew flames, down the valley!"

He had always been rational and calm, but all he wanted was the final destination.

Qing Yun also looked towards the sun that was about to appear on the other side of the mountain. That sun was like a lion trapped in a cage, a hungry lion waiting to be released from its cage.

Qing Yun observed for a while and replied, "Right now, Heaven Realm is at most at three-thirty in the morning. I wonder what is going on with this sun, Heaven Realm can only come out at four-thirty in the morning to take care of his work. He had rushed out an hour earlier. If that's the case, then the human world is even more terrifying. "

Manhua, with his sharp ears and sharp eyes, seemed to have noticed something. "If this sun comes out ahead of time," he asked. What will happen to the human world? "

Qing Yun said thoughtfully, "It's like this. Heaven Realm on duty at four-thirty was three-thirty in the human world. In other words, the Heaven Realm was an hour earlier than the human time. It came out at half past three, which meant that it was two thirty in the morning. Wasn't this terrifying? At half past two in the morning, the sky was dyed blood-red. It was still night time even though it was still half past two … Chaos … "It's all messed up …"

Manhua's pupils contracted. It was as if a snowflake had enveloped the corner of his eyes, giving off an ice-cold feeling.

"Haha, that's fun. But, since Xian Yi wants to do this, then let's prepare for battle. The more chaotic the Heaven Realm was, the worse things might not be. If there's chaos, that means we still have a chance to escape. "

Qing Yun's heart secretly sized up the place, and felt that the reason the Sun Primordial Spirit wanted to ascend to the sky so urgently, was to kill all of them!

Xian Yi was truly the sun whose cultivation was extremely high. Not only was he shrewd and meticulous, his patience was also quite good.

They had been trapped in the Asura maze, not only would they be surrounded, but they would also be exterminated!

It was a little anxious because it understood that Manhua could not be exposed to the sun.

Beneath him, the city walls were churning with sand, yellow sand rolling around in an eye-catching fashion.

Time was of the essence, and he could not afford to lose it.

An idea appeared in Qing Yun's mind. He could only use this method.

It turned to Manhua and said, "How about this, you and Isabel can enter my stomach first."

After hearing that, Manhua suspiciously asked, "What did you say? Into your stomach? "No way …"

In fact, he was a kid who loved cleanliness. He had gone into this stupid dragon's stomach for no reason.

Sigh, when he thought of this, he began to feel that whatever delicacies he ate would no longer be sweet.

Why did this stupid dragon always have the ability to make him unable to eat.

Qing Yun had no choice but to explain himself. Otherwise, this young master who lived like a prince would not understand the meaning of his words:

"The Sun Primordial Spirit is about to come out, it's about to be at its strongest, we can't fight it head-on, so for now, you guys can only hide inside my stomach to avoid it. I'm doing this for your own good. Otherwise, I don't like the idea of carrying such a vile young master like you in my stomach! "

Manhua had to spit out, "Do you think I want to stay in your big stupid dragon's belly? "I thought you said you were hungry?"

Qing Yun heaved a sigh of relief, "If you like it or not, I don't care about this difficult young master anymore. When the Sun Primordial Spirit comes out later, I'll make you feel better. Think it over carefully. Anyway, that's all I can do for you. Sigh, I'm so tired. Helping you is the most tiring and frustrating. Sigh, it's hard to be a human, but even harder to be a Divine Beast! "

A drop of sweat slid down Manhua's forehead.

This stupid dragon really deserved a beating. Was it hard to become a Divine Beast?

Tch, to be the owner of a stupid dragon, that's what you call being as difficult as the blue sky!

An azure light flashed, and the azure cloud grew bigger and bigger, turning into an enormous eight-clawed Azure Dragon that hovered in the sky.

It blinked at Manhua and said, "Come in, you mean little brat. I'll be magnanimous and let you stay in my stomach for a while."

Manhua raised his eyebrows. This stupid dragon, when it spoke, it didn't forget to belittle others and raise itself higher as well.

Without waiting for his answer, Qing Yun proudly opened his mouth and shouted, "I accept!"

A strong gust of wind blew in front of their eyes, and Manhua and Bei'er were sucked into Qingyun's mouth by a strong suction force.

At the same time, a ray of sunlight came slashing over like a sharp sword.

Ten thousand rays of golden light were like embroidery needles as they sprinkled down from the sky.

This beam of light was incomparably hot. It was like the flames of purgatory, able to melt all life.

Qing Yun spun his head, the dragon tail swayed leisurely like a maple leaf.

Because the light was too hot, too strong, and too dazzling, its eyes couldn't help but narrow.

Qing Yun and the powerful sun on the peak of the mountain stared at each other.

The Sun Primordial Spirit was truly worthy of its reputation. This explosive force almost made it stagger.

If he was a few seconds later, that bad-tempered brat would have died.

Hmm, luckily it came up with this idea, otherwise, it would have been unworthy of its owner's entrustment.

He hoped that he could escape from this deathly cold Asura maze. He was about to die from annoyance from this prison.

In reality, when Manhua threw it at the edge of the barrier, it had discovered quite a few problems.

Maybe that brat was right — at any time, don't just sit there and wait for death! He needed to find any opportunity to break through.

Even if there was no chance, he would still work hard to create it!

Opportunities do not wait where they are. Opportunities are unpredictable words, but they are real. As long as he put his heart into searching, he would patiently make preparations. The rest was just a matter of time.

The sun and the cloud were separated by a short distance.

They faced each other in stillness.

The wind blew, as if time had stopped at this moment.

The outskirts of the Heaven Realm, the Xiliang Realm.

Rainbow clouds, towering city walls, flags fluttering.

The flag of the Xiliang Realm was rather unique, it had a blue base with a gigantic Thousand Petal Snowroll Lotus in the center. Above the snow lotus was a sun.

Oh... That's right, Xian Lan's father, Immortal Records was one of the Gods of the Sun.

Within the radius of hundreds of miles, it was filled with mast flags. The walls of the Xiliang Realm were made of black stone and were extremely sturdy.

Countless castles stood tall, the clematis herba flags on them hung in the air, only that there seemed to be something missing in the air.

The surroundings were quiet. The tall and big city gate was locked tight. It was as if even the wind had forgotten about this.

There were no guards outside either. The entire city was like a small island under a blue sky. Although it was quiet, it was much emptier.

Roland jumped down from Zhu Er's Rainbow Feather.

He arrived in front of the towering city gate and gently caressed the pitch-black city gate. Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide.

Unbelievable, no door...

It actually wasn't a door!

He turned around and looked at Zhu Er, and pursed her lips: "It's not the door, it's so strange. Although the outside is clearly the door's style, but the article inside is so big."

He retracted his hand, eyes floating, and muttered to himself. "Xian Lan, Xian Lan … Where are you? "

Zhu Er squinted her red glass-like eyes. Her huge body of a phoenix started to shrink slowly.

It flapped its wings, sat on Roland's arm, and lightly said: "Is this a prison city?"

Roland nodded and replied, "If I didn't guess wrongly, I would have been trapped in a trap for hundreds of miles. Even though there were no changes to it compared to before, it was very quiet. It was very quiet, but lifeless. The Desolate Imprisoning City! "

"We can't enter the city gates."

Zhu Er asked again.

"It's a Water Mark. The whole city is the same." It's just the reflection of water, but it's impossible to enter! "