Chapter 1270： black

Suddenly, the sky changed drastically. With a flash of wind, blood-stained gravel and yellow sand that had not been penetrated by blood were completely drawn into the sky. For a while, it was a hazy faint yellow. Two or three feet away, there was almost nothing to see. The soldiers covered their mouths and noses, as low as possible. A hurricane suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and yellow sand rolled on the ground and merged into the pillars of the sky. His shape on the battlefield immediately changed, and everyone began to run for their lives, no longer planning to fight. He ran slowly and began to be swept into the sky by the hurricane. A black figure flew to the sky, and suddenly all verticals fell from the sky, suddenly a bleak battlefield.

The young man did not panic, but he strangled the horse and suddenly stretched out a huge hand in the sky, emitting black air. The boy walked straight towards the young man, was startled, turned his head, and rushed up. When the giant's hand turned to him, he was in a hurry, and the boy abandoned Ma Yue. The huge hand immediately grabbed his horse, and his horse was very heavy when it came loose again. The horse was crushed into a **** mass.

"Yinglong, it's time for you to die today." The magical hand raised his palm and pressed it heavily against him. The boy was shocked, but at this time he wanted to escape, but it was too late. The hand of magic got closer and closer to him, watching him also be crushed into a cake. But at this moment, a beam of white light suddenly lit up in front of him. The hand of magic was immediately blocked from the white light.

The white light became more and more prosperous, and then it was almost incandescent, and then finally the image could be seen, but when it opened its eyes, it saw the face of Rand's unbalanced face.

The crowd has been waiting for Sen to wake up, the flames are burning, Hanlun's barbecue is collected, and no one wants to eat. The crowd gathered around the fire, watching Sen me at all times.

This kind of time seems to pass slowly, but everyone is waiting patiently, unknowingly, two days have passed, the firewood that Han Lun carried has been completely burned, although the weather tonight is very good, but the sky is very cold. In addition, without the radiation of flames, the days of waiting here will become more and more difficult. However, my book hero has recovered more than half of his injuries, but he has not yet woken up.

He knelt on the ground motionless for two days; his knees were numb, but the strength of his hands was not broken, his hair and collar were covered with a thick layer of ice, but she did not tremble at all . It's like a statue, never moving.

On the eve of the day, I finally woke up, and finally a smile appeared on Jean Valjean's face. She hugged me and sat up, and everyone stood up happily.

"Brother, you finally woke up, let's wait." I said Hu Yueer.

"Yes, brother, you have slept for two days." Han Lun and Dao.

I patted my head and asked, "Have I slept for a long time?" I only remember that the last time I saw you was at night, and then I didn't know anything. I had a long dream. "

"Wake up" Ran said with a smile. Now, I am very real before his eyes. This is not a fantasy, but to Ranteng, this Qi is as beautiful as a dream. I smiled and put out my arm around him and said, "You must have suffered for me again."