The sound of the Qilin echoed in the deep and open stone pillars, slowly returning to silence.
About ten seconds have passed.
Yeon
In the dim air parallel to the eyes of Qilin, a gray-white space crack appeared, only the size of a finger.
Soon, the space crack was torn open from top to bottom by some force, and a narrow crack of about one meter appeared, and a sound of sizzling like a disordered current was emitted.
Then, a blood-stained withered right hand stretched out from the crack in the space, plucking it in the space outside, but couldn't find anything to grab. Seeing that the hand retracted inch by inch, the gap in the space became smaller and smaller, as if it was about to zip up and seal it again.
Qilin's eyebrows tightened, stepped forward, grabbed the hand, and pulled it out with force.
Sizzle
The entire left arm was pulled out by the Qilin, and Jiang Ye's head also appeared. The half of his left face was charred and bloody.
Qilin was mentally prepared for Yan Liang's miserable situation and was not surprised at all. He continued to pull hard. Three seconds later, Mr. Jiang was pulled out of the gap in the space.
The old man's broken and hunched body was like a piece of blood-stained black rag, falling lightly, dying, his entire right arm and left leg disappeared, he was seriously injured on many sides of his body, and his bones were basically broken.
Qilin immediately squatted down, took out the C potion he carried with him and injected it into Jiang Ye's body. After waiting for a minute, he injected another special adrenaline.
After ten minutes, Mr. Jiang's injuries barely recovered 30% or 40%, and the gap on the broken limb basically healed and stopped bleeding.
Mr. Jiang had not yet moved, so he lay flat on the ground, trying hard to open his mouth, his voice was hoarse and weak: I was plotted against by Gao Yang and forced to take refuge, Qinglong... What's wrong with me...
Qilin looked down at the half-dead Mr. Jiang. After a few seconds of silence, he threw away the crutches in his hand, crossed his legs, and sat down next to Mr. Jiang.
A hint of fatigue and depression flowed out of his voice: He is dead.
This answer was expected by Mr. Jiang. He sighed and continued: That boy Gao Yang realized the absolute defense, used himself as bait to lead us to the bait, and then caught us off guard with explosives...
In the next period of time, Mr. Jiang told Qilin everything he knew, including his reasonable speculation.
The only thing that is thankful for the whole thing is that the corpse of the beast, which was the mummy, was transferred by Yan Liang early in the morning and fell into Gao Yang's hands, but Gao Yang seemed to have no intention of asking for it at the beginning.
Now it seems that Qinglong and Liushuang are no longer his opponents.Yan Liang concluded.
They have four people.Qilin doesn't think so: If one-on-one, Gao Yang is definitely not a match for Qinglong.
I thought so before, and so many people have been ruined.Yan Liang supported the ground with one hand and sat up with difficulty. Although he was reflecting, he did not feel guilty in his voice:
Shensi's growth rate is too fast. If you meet again next time, you may not be your opponent.Don't forget that he has guardian runes on his hands and he can upgrade to level 8.
Qilin was slightly focused and his voice was plain: He was not the only one growing up.
Yan Liang looked at Qilin's side face. After a few seconds, he seemed to understand something and nodded: Just be confident.
However, your previous speculation is correct. The distribution of power of Cangdao is becoming increasingly concentrated. I think this is not just caused by the awakened person's death too quickly, at least, not all.
Qilin stood up again with a crutch, stretched out his hand towards Yan Liang, and pulled him up from the ground.
Losing his right hand and left leg, the coolness swayed like an elderly and weak black crane.
Yanliang's voice was desolate and calm: I was hit hard this time, the deadline is approaching, and I will live in a few days.You must find a way to get the spiritual runes and ensure an absolute chance of winning, otherwise I will be uneasy even if I die.
Spiritual runes are in the twelve zodiac signs.Qilin said: This is difficult.
The gyro plan is the only way out.Yanliang's voice was hoarse and earnest: Jupiter, there was not much time left.
The Qilin looked straight ahead, and the light in his eyes was slightly subtle.
……
The next afternoon, he left the city.
Daxu District, Xiangyang Road, is like a summer flower shop.
In the attic of the flower shop, Tiangou was half lying on the sofa. He was wearing a loose black sweater, straight-leg jeans, white sneakers, his eyes closed and his headphones, leisurely and casually.
A bunch of warm winter sun came in from the window, bathed in his pretty face and fine bangs, as if nothing was there and nothing was jumping on his slender eyelashes, time seemed to slow down at that moment.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong.
The sound of footsteps came from the wooden stairwell, and the owner of the flower shop, singer came to the attic with two cups of coffee.
She was wearing light makeup, wearing a wide green sweater and a black long skirt, and a working apron of the same color. Her long brown hair was casually raised, and her slightly curly ends fell lightly on both sides of her cheeks, fresh and soft.
Come and have coffee.
Tengu opened his eyes and pulled the headphone cover to his neck: Oh.
The singer placed the coffee on the log wooden table in front of the sofa, pulled over a chair and sat down, staring at Tengu with expectant eyes: How about it?
Today, the singer recommended jazz to Tengu for the first time.
Hmm.Tengu thought for a moment and answered honestly: I was a little sleepy.
hehe.The singer smiled, laziness is also one of its characteristics, but I don’t recommend that you listen with headphones.
My headphones have great sound quality.Tengu is very confident.
I'm not talking about this.The singer held the coffee in both hands and placed it on her legs, and said slowly: Jazz is an impromptu art. It is very free and not suitable to be kept in the ears. You should make it as far as possible and go wherever you want. Simply put, it is integrated with the surrounding environment, and the feeling will be different.
oh.Tengu nodded: It seems to be very powerful.
Actually, I am also a layman.The singer smiled embarrassedly. Ghost loves jazz very much. Every time he talks about this with him, he talks a lot.
Tengu blinked, but stopped talking.
Say whatever you want.The singer noticed it.
Why can you talk so easily?Tengu asked sincerely: Wouldn't you be sad?
The singer smiled and shook her head: No, why are you sad?
Tengu lowered his eyes and stared at the coffee in his hand. He didn't know how to answer: Anyway, he still won't mention his mother easily.
The singer smiled: For me, the ghost never really left. He has always been in my memory. In my life, it would be strange if I deliberately didn't talk to him.
Tengu thought about something, but he didn't understand it.
Tengu, you are still young.The singer explained in the gentle tone of her elder sister: The fate, or bond between people, cannot be determined by our reason and will, but depends on the heart.
Heart?Tengu raised his head.
Um.The singer gently puts her left hand on her chest: The heart will determine when we should think of someone and when we forget someone, so just let it go.
Tengu was stunned for a while and showed a slightly immature smile. He scratched his face with his index finger: As expected, I still like pop music more. When I was a child, my mother always loved pop music, and it was all her fault for delaying my music taste.
Ha ha.The singer also laughed: Although I lost a music companion, I gained a more honest companion and made a profit.
I also learned... Before Tiangou finished speaking, his eyes suddenly sterned and he stood up with a blink of an eye.
About ten seconds have passed.
Yeon
In the dim air parallel to the eyes of Qilin, a gray-white space crack appeared, only the size of a finger.
Soon, the space crack was torn open from top to bottom by some force, and a narrow crack of about one meter appeared, and a sound of sizzling like a disordered current was emitted.
Then, a blood-stained withered right hand stretched out from the crack in the space, plucking it in the space outside, but couldn't find anything to grab. Seeing that the hand retracted inch by inch, the gap in the space became smaller and smaller, as if it was about to zip up and seal it again.
Qilin's eyebrows tightened, stepped forward, grabbed the hand, and pulled it out with force.
Sizzle
The entire left arm was pulled out by the Qilin, and Jiang Ye's head also appeared. The half of his left face was charred and bloody.
Qilin was mentally prepared for Yan Liang's miserable situation and was not surprised at all. He continued to pull hard. Three seconds later, Mr. Jiang was pulled out of the gap in the space.
The old man's broken and hunched body was like a piece of blood-stained black rag, falling lightly, dying, his entire right arm and left leg disappeared, he was seriously injured on many sides of his body, and his bones were basically broken.
Qilin immediately squatted down, took out the C potion he carried with him and injected it into Jiang Ye's body. After waiting for a minute, he injected another special adrenaline.
After ten minutes, Mr. Jiang's injuries barely recovered 30% or 40%, and the gap on the broken limb basically healed and stopped bleeding.
Mr. Jiang had not yet moved, so he lay flat on the ground, trying hard to open his mouth, his voice was hoarse and weak: I was plotted against by Gao Yang and forced to take refuge, Qinglong... What's wrong with me...
Qilin looked down at the half-dead Mr. Jiang. After a few seconds of silence, he threw away the crutches in his hand, crossed his legs, and sat down next to Mr. Jiang.
A hint of fatigue and depression flowed out of his voice: He is dead.
This answer was expected by Mr. Jiang. He sighed and continued: That boy Gao Yang realized the absolute defense, used himself as bait to lead us to the bait, and then caught us off guard with explosives...
In the next period of time, Mr. Jiang told Qilin everything he knew, including his reasonable speculation.
The only thing that is thankful for the whole thing is that the corpse of the beast, which was the mummy, was transferred by Yan Liang early in the morning and fell into Gao Yang's hands, but Gao Yang seemed to have no intention of asking for it at the beginning.
Now it seems that Qinglong and Liushuang are no longer his opponents.Yan Liang concluded.
They have four people.Qilin doesn't think so: If one-on-one, Gao Yang is definitely not a match for Qinglong.
I thought so before, and so many people have been ruined.Yan Liang supported the ground with one hand and sat up with difficulty. Although he was reflecting, he did not feel guilty in his voice:
Shensi's growth rate is too fast. If you meet again next time, you may not be your opponent.Don't forget that he has guardian runes on his hands and he can upgrade to level 8.
Qilin was slightly focused and his voice was plain: He was not the only one growing up.
Yan Liang looked at Qilin's side face. After a few seconds, he seemed to understand something and nodded: Just be confident.
However, your previous speculation is correct. The distribution of power of Cangdao is becoming increasingly concentrated. I think this is not just caused by the awakened person's death too quickly, at least, not all.
Qilin stood up again with a crutch, stretched out his hand towards Yan Liang, and pulled him up from the ground.
Losing his right hand and left leg, the coolness swayed like an elderly and weak black crane.
Yanliang's voice was desolate and calm: I was hit hard this time, the deadline is approaching, and I will live in a few days.You must find a way to get the spiritual runes and ensure an absolute chance of winning, otherwise I will be uneasy even if I die.
Spiritual runes are in the twelve zodiac signs.Qilin said: This is difficult.
The gyro plan is the only way out.Yanliang's voice was hoarse and earnest: Jupiter, there was not much time left.
The Qilin looked straight ahead, and the light in his eyes was slightly subtle.
……
The next afternoon, he left the city.
Daxu District, Xiangyang Road, is like a summer flower shop.
In the attic of the flower shop, Tiangou was half lying on the sofa. He was wearing a loose black sweater, straight-leg jeans, white sneakers, his eyes closed and his headphones, leisurely and casually.
A bunch of warm winter sun came in from the window, bathed in his pretty face and fine bangs, as if nothing was there and nothing was jumping on his slender eyelashes, time seemed to slow down at that moment.
Dongdongdongdongdongdong.
The sound of footsteps came from the wooden stairwell, and the owner of the flower shop, singer came to the attic with two cups of coffee.
She was wearing light makeup, wearing a wide green sweater and a black long skirt, and a working apron of the same color. Her long brown hair was casually raised, and her slightly curly ends fell lightly on both sides of her cheeks, fresh and soft.
Come and have coffee.
Tengu opened his eyes and pulled the headphone cover to his neck: Oh.
The singer placed the coffee on the log wooden table in front of the sofa, pulled over a chair and sat down, staring at Tengu with expectant eyes: How about it?
Today, the singer recommended jazz to Tengu for the first time.
Hmm.Tengu thought for a moment and answered honestly: I was a little sleepy.
hehe.The singer smiled, laziness is also one of its characteristics, but I don’t recommend that you listen with headphones.
My headphones have great sound quality.Tengu is very confident.
I'm not talking about this.The singer held the coffee in both hands and placed it on her legs, and said slowly: Jazz is an impromptu art. It is very free and not suitable to be kept in the ears. You should make it as far as possible and go wherever you want. Simply put, it is integrated with the surrounding environment, and the feeling will be different.
oh.Tengu nodded: It seems to be very powerful.
Actually, I am also a layman.The singer smiled embarrassedly. Ghost loves jazz very much. Every time he talks about this with him, he talks a lot.
Tengu blinked, but stopped talking.
Say whatever you want.The singer noticed it.
Why can you talk so easily?Tengu asked sincerely: Wouldn't you be sad?
The singer smiled and shook her head: No, why are you sad?
Tengu lowered his eyes and stared at the coffee in his hand. He didn't know how to answer: Anyway, he still won't mention his mother easily.
The singer smiled: For me, the ghost never really left. He has always been in my memory. In my life, it would be strange if I deliberately didn't talk to him.
Tengu thought about something, but he didn't understand it.
Tengu, you are still young.The singer explained in the gentle tone of her elder sister: The fate, or bond between people, cannot be determined by our reason and will, but depends on the heart.
Heart?Tengu raised his head.
Um.The singer gently puts her left hand on her chest: The heart will determine when we should think of someone and when we forget someone, so just let it go.
Tengu was stunned for a while and showed a slightly immature smile. He scratched his face with his index finger: As expected, I still like pop music more. When I was a child, my mother always loved pop music, and it was all her fault for delaying my music taste.
Ha ha.The singer also laughed: Although I lost a music companion, I gained a more honest companion and made a profit.
I also learned... Before Tiangou finished speaking, his eyes suddenly sterned and he stood up with a blink of an eye.
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