Douluo the god of justice

Chapter 362

Yang Jian looked at the place where Zhenwu was supposed to be, and was fascinated for a while. Zhenwu's projection really disappeared and disappeared into this world.

Yang Jian fell into deep thought, all of this is so unreal, Zhenwu, Emperor Zhenwu, what is he doing for.

If all this is true, what is he up to?
But will all this be fake?

No, because at this moment, Yang Jian chose to believe in Zhenwu without reservation.

After a long time, the stars move, the sun rises and sets, and goes back and forth. I don't know how long it has passed, maybe a long time, maybe it's just a day and a night.

"These are not important anymore." Yang Jian stood up and walked out with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The needle pine on the side is as green as ever, adding a bit of vitality to this severe winter season.

There seems to be less snow on the branches than when Yang Jian first opened his eyes. The snow is melting, and the harshest winter season has passed.

Does it matter?

Yang Jian smiled again, very lightly and softly, giving people a very comfortable feeling, although no one saw it.

But not only people can see, although there is no one, there is sky, earth, snow, and pine trees, they all see it.

They felt Yang Jian's kindness, so they responded one after another. The sky is clear, the ground is bright, the snowflakes are falling softly, and even the green branches and leaves of the needle pine seem to have a little more luster.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand and lightly touched the needle pine leaves beside him, showing a peaceful smile.

At this moment, Yang Jian's aura did not change at all, just like an ordinary person, but so suddenly.

The clothes on his back protruded, and in an instant, they were broken, and two wings, one black and one white, stretched out.

Unlike the previous appearances, this time it is a real growth. Except for the first time Yang Jian absorbed the wings of chaos, this is the only time this has happened.

One black and one white, the two wings are fully spread, Yang Jian's aura does not seem to have changed at all, it is still so calm and natural.

Still maintaining the posture of stroking the needle pine, everything is so logical, what Zhenwu said to master, Yang Jian did it.

It wasn't that difficult, but it seemed to be a matter of course. Yang Jian didn't make any preparations, but just thought it should be like this, so he did it.

He is waiting, if what Zhenwu said is true, the person he is waiting for should come soon.

The facts did not disappoint Yang Jian.

First, the snow stopped, and after the snow, something fell, which were little golden lights, each one of which was extremely tiny like light spots.

A feather fell beside Yang Jian, and it happened that Yang Jian's hand that was caressing the needle pine just flipped over and caught the feather.

Nothing special, just a piece of feather, a special piece of feather, white with gold in it, a feather with a trace of sacred aura.

Yang Jian raised his head. Although he had expected that he would come soon, Yang Jian didn't expect it to be so soon.

But this is not important.

That figure, the figure with a pair of white wings, the figure as handsome as a god, he just stood in the air, didn't speak, just looked at Yang Jian like this.

After a while, he seemed to know Yang Jian's intention of not taking off, so he slowly fell to the ground and landed in front of Yang Jian.

His pair of white wings were not retracted, and they complemented Yang Jian's pair of black and white wings. It was the first time they met formally as two strange figures.

He stretched out his perfect right hand, and spoke the first words in a gentle voice;

"Hi, my name is Sanguinius."

"Hi, my name is Yang Jian."

Yang Jian didn't extend his hand, because Yang Jian still had a feather in his hand, and it would be impolite to shake hands with him whether he threw it away or held it.

Of course, it would be more impolite, does that matter?
Important, but not so important.

Sanguinius withdrew his palm without hesitation, and after that, the two looked directly at each other, and their eyes met.

No one was the first to deviate, and of course, no one spoke first.

The two seemed to be in a tacit understanding.

Of course, the silence will always be broken, but not by either of the two.

A black spot of light, and a piece of black feather, coincidentally, Yang Jian stretched out his empty left hand to catch it again.

One black and one white, two feathers are held by Yang Jian, the left is black and the right is white, but the wings behind Yang Jian are left white and right black.

A figure fell, landed beside the two of them, and landed on Yang Jian's left hand side. The three of them formed a small circle, not far or close, just right.

Oss also came, but he didn't say anything, he just looked at the two of them, his extremely black pupils made it hard to see the light in them.

Finally, it was Yang Jian who spoke again;

"You want the heart of chaos, I know, I have the heart of chaos and you should also know, then, how do you want to get it."

Oss still didn't speak, but the light in his eyes seemed to be a little sharper, and Sanguinius was also slightly moved, but he still didn't lose his composure too much.

He paused for a moment before saying, "Yang Jian, do you want to negotiate terms with me? Yes, I agree, no matter what it is."

Yang Jian smiled and nodded, but didn't say anything, just stretched out the black and white wings behind him, and stroked them gently with both hands.

With a bit of nostalgia and determination, he continued to exert force, and it broke with a crisp sound. It was the black wing that broke, and its root.

There was still flesh and meridians at the fracture, and Yang Jian's back was bleeding profusely, without any intention of healing, but Yang Jian seemed unaware, and handed the black wing to Sanguinius.

Sanguinius was a little surprised, but he took it anyway, and then Yang Jian folded off the white wings, hesitated for a moment, and handed it to Oss.

The light in Oss' eyes became sharper, and it turned into determination when he caught it, but in an instant, it turned into disbelief again, and there was no other action.

Always keep the action of taking the wings.

After leaving Yang Jian's body, the wings began to change. They were still black and white, but they were so illusory. They seemed to want to get closer to each other but seemed so powerless.

Sanguinius didn't care, and didn't go to take the half in Oss' hands, but just looked at Yang Jian with an inexplicable expression, "Thank you for your trust, now you can tell."

Yang Jian smiled and nodded. At some point, Yang Jian's face had become extremely pale. He said something tremblingly, in a very small voice that only Sanguinius could hear.

Sanguinius was a little surprised, but still nodded, and then Sanguinius said something, but Yang Jian shook his head.

In the end, Sanguinius still left, taking Oss with him, because Oss had become like a sculpture at some point.

Yang Jian looked at the figures of the two leaving, and showed a smile, a bit self-deprecating, but also a bit relieved.

Immediately, he turned his head with some difficulty, and looked at the scenery of the world.

Afterwards, he fell down, and the wound on his back had no tendency to heal, and the blood flowing out dyed the pure white snow crimson.

Just like on the pure white scroll, there is a delicate and beautiful flower blooming,

He closed his eyes, and the pine needles swayed slightly, turning into green leaves of flowers.

……

"Second brother, you finally woke up!"

Familiar voices, familiar peach blossoms, familiar streams, and that, right in front of you, familiar Huashan...

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