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He did not answer and instead opened his arms to gently embrace the thin body of the cold sand.

Only then did she realize that the originally strong and cold sand had become much thinner, to the point that it did not even have the size of her own body.

Now the cold sand was really more like the old man than the old man. Mo Xiaoxiao's nose suddenly felt sore, and tears began to flow down her face. It was because of her. If it wasn't for her, the cold sand wouldn't have been in such danger.

"Xiao Yan, I'm very happy." Leng Ning let go of her hands and pushed her to go save Xiao Meng Han and the rest.

He was content enough to look at her, to hug her, to feel his heart beating faster, which was better than the mechanical days when he was alone in the coconut forest, repeating each day, day after day, while the sun was setting.

She refused Han Yong's invitation to follow her and told him to send her away.

Han Yong bitterly smiled and told Mo Xiaoxiao that this place wasn't a place where one could come and go as they pleased. If one wanted to leave, they would have to find a path. The best way was for everyone to go together.

Bending down, Han Yong hugged the cold sand, his heart sank. This cold sand was truly light, Han Yong gave Mo Xiaoxiao a compromise, "I'll carry him, maybe he'll be able to help us out later. Don't worry, he won't be in any life threatening danger for now, I just need to go out and take care of him."

No matter how she found those two people first, she would think about it later. She asked Leng Sha, why would she be here? Is there anyone else here?

The aura of the cold sand became increasingly weak. The instant Han Yong hugged him, he placed his right hand on the back of Han Yong's neck.

Han Yong's body shook as he quietly hugged the cold sand and followed Mo Xiaoxiao. It was a rocky path, a rugged mountain path, and green grass.

She did not hear a single familiar roar, whether it was from Xiao Meng Han or her son.

Leng Ning told Han Yong to slow down, and spoke to Mo Xiaoxiao, "Blow the conch and see if you can find them."

Conch? Then, he remembered the conch in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the patterns on the conch began to look very old, and when Mo Xiaoxiao recalled the tune that had been played by Er Duotong on the island, she mimicked it and began to blow on it.

With a sound, the high-frequency and low-frequency sound of the conch spread out in all directions, spreading to the distance in circles.

The previously unclear surroundings suddenly began to brighten up. Only then did Mo Wuji realize that this wasn't a valley at all, but a huge field. Even the large shed from before was within the field.

The stones and grass beneath their feet were real. Those houses in the distance that looked like a mountain forest were simply continuous and undulating, but they were constructed just like the mountain forest.

They had been walking for so long, wandering in the middle of it.

Leng Sha turned his head to look at Han Yong with a questioning gaze. Han Yong felt Leng Sha's gaze and didn't look at Leng Ning. Instead, he walked in front of Mo Xiaoxiao and said, "Xiao Ran, follow my footsteps."

The rooms had been emptied out, and there were nothing but debris on the floor. There were things inside that hadn't been moved away, some documents and papers scattered on the floor, as well as various experimental instruments.

Xiao Yan's heart skipped a beat. He had no idea what it was used for.

"They left. Liang Heyuan's movements were quite fast."

"Liang Heyuan? You said that this is him, how is that possible? " Han Yong looked at the cold sand in disbelief. He had always been hugging the cold sand.

Han Yong still remembered that before he sent Liang Heyuan abroad, he didn't have anything here. In fact, he even easily lost his way.

Leng Sha gave Han Yong a dazed look. There was nothing in this world that was impossible. He watched Han Yong carry him as he walked back and forth, and Leng Sha patted Han Yong on the shoulder, indicating him to place him on a chair.

It was indeed impossible for it to be Liang Heyuan, but with the addition of the Burning Sun Clan, it was very possible. Leng Sha looked at Han Yong, and his gaze stopped at Han Yong.

"These rooms are all empty." Mo Xiaoxiao could not find the two people she was looking for.

The things recorded on the scattered papers on the ground were things that Mo Xiaoxiao was unable to understand, nor did Leng Sha understand what these crooked symbols were.

Only Han Yong's expression changed drastically as he looked at the data on the paper. This was clearly a record of the human body changing in a different way. What exactly did Liang Heyuan do here?

All of a sudden, Leng Sha took a deep breath and frowned, "Do you smell a burning smell? I think we have to get out of here. "

"Burn?" Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head and rushed out of the house to look into the distance. Soon, she saw a flame coming out of a house not far away from them. This fire was so strange.

Han Yong watched as the fire quickly spread. He immediately rushed towards the cold sand and grabbed it with one hand to resist.

With a groan, a sweet and fishy liquid appeared at the corner of Leng Sha's mouth.

Han Yong didn't bother to ask Leng Ning as he ran over to Mo Xiaoxiao, grabbed her hand, and ran out.

Silent Xiao Ran turned her head, and the wind blew away her scattered hair. Flames danced in her eyes. She struggled, but couldn't leave. However, Han Yong's hands tightly held her, preventing her from returning.

With painful eyes and a sorrowful voice flying in the wind, he asked, "Xiao Menghan, swimming?"

"Rest assured, they will definitely be safe. Xiao Yan, follow me."

"Han Yong, I can't lose them anymore."

Han Yong looked at his reddened eyes, at the tears that rolled down her face. Han Yong's heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp sword. He forced a smile at her, "Don't worry, I promise you that you won't lose them."

"What kind of guarantee do you have?" Leng Sha suddenly spoke up, mocking Han Yong as he laid his head on Han Yong's shoulder while being accused.

Following Han Yong's running speed, Leng Sha's head continuously hit Han Yong's back. After a few hits, the Leng Sha would feel a bit dizzy.

Han Yong didn't let go of the cold sand, nor did he stop his steps. He gave the three words cold sand, "My life."

The fire grew larger and larger, and soon, it formed a sea of fire behind them, creating a hellish scene. The roaring flames continued to rush towards Han Yong and the rest.

The cold sand could already feel the scorching heat in his hair. The flames continued to burn, forcing Han Yong to change directions.

"Put me down." Leng Sha tried his best to say four words, but his voice was too soft.

Han Yong's running steps didn't stop at all.

Leng Sha felt all the blood in his body rush toward his head. For a moment, he felt extremely unwell, and ignored everything else. Leng Sha's fingers suddenly grabbed Han Yong's back.

Han Yong cried out in pain and threw the cold sand on the ground.

The cold sand coughed, warm red liquid seeped out of the corners of his mouth as he coughed, and the firelight around him illuminated his face, which was almost as pale as paper.

Mo Xiaoxiao squatted down on one knee in front of the cold sand, not knowing what to say.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." The surrounding flames continued to swallow up the ground around them, soon enveloping them as well.

Leng Sha turned his head to look at Han Yong, his eyes flashing with a strange light, "Han Yong, are you still thinking of hiding this from me?"

"Hide?" Han Yong was looking around to see if there was any gap they could pass through. Hearing Leng Sha's words, he was stunned. What was he hiding? Could it be? Han Yong looked at Mo Xiaoxiao's unnatural expression.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent. The scorching hot air was like an invisible net that wrapped around them, challenging their anxious hearts.

Han Yong was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Leng Sha, this has nothing to do with you."