first evil king

Chapter 110 Danger (4)
Similarly, some people are happy and some people are sad.

Shi Qin and others actually experienced what it means to fall from heaven to hell in an instant.

Seeing Jun Xie dangling back and forth and getting farther and farther away from them, Hu Kui, who was always watching the mid-air moving back and forth with excellent body skills, thought she was in a panic and couldn't choose the way, so he couldn't help shouting: "Little Wuming, come here quickly. "

However, I don't know if Jun Xie didn't hear the cry in the crisis, or was completely blocked by the red jay sparrow, and headed towards a vine-grown path on the left side of the stone hall with absolute speed. swept away.

That's a dead end!Qin Zihao and others were so anxious that Mo Quan lost his usual calmness and kept urging the rookie to save people. Unfortunately, the loyal rookie followed his master's orders and refused to leave the person it was protecting.

There was a mountain peak in front of him blocking the way, and there was a ferocious red sparrow behind him. Jun Xie, who turned into afterimages, stopped in the middle of the vines, putting himself in a near-death situation.

Facing the terrified eyes, Jun Xie showed a determined expression. When all the red jays flew into the lane, he flicked the long finger of his right hand, and a light with sparks traced a beautiful arc in the air and fell. In the vines at the intersection.

In an instant, raging fire burned from the vines, and in the blink of an eye, the billowing fire had already blocked the entire crossing. The fire was so powerful that it turned the sky on that side into red, and the burning speed was unbelievable!
"No..." Following dozens of shrill roars, one after another figure was darting towards the aisle, but because of the fire, let alone rushing into the aisle, they couldn't even get within five meters of the fire.

When they went up to heaven, they fell down to hell again before they could stand firm. The crowd went back and forth between heaven and hell, and they could no longer bear the surge of energy and blood. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his chest.

"Little Wuming, you, why do you have to sacrifice yourself..." Reflected by the firelight, the corners of the eyes of Master Lingyun and Lu Geng were tear-stained, and their sad and desperate expressions made them age several times ten years old.

Shi Qin and the old man Heitan, who were about fifteen or sixteen, looked at each other with great joy in their eyes, and slowly moved towards the stone hall while everyone was not paying attention.

Before the raging fire, Qin Zihao collapsed on the ground, his empty eyes were stained with overwhelming pain and sadness, his face was very calm, very calm, as calm as a soulless body, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment What.

Seeing this, Qin Ziyao sneered strangely, squatted down, and stretched out his slender palm to 'lightly' pat him on the shoulder like a friendly elder brother, no longer a perfect smile on his face, but He was as sad as everyone else, and lowered his voice, as if he was trying to persuade his brother who had been hit hard, and said coldly in his ear: "Qin Zihao, it hurts! Do you want to die immediately? Huh, sure enough, with you She's as cheap as a dead mother, but she actually fell in love with a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, hehe..."

The low laughter penetrated into Qin Zihao's ears like the magic sound from hell: "It's a pity! Whether it's the person you love, or the one who falls in love with you, they are doomed to end badly. As I said, everything For those who are kind to you, I, Qin Ziyao, will let him die without a place to bury him. You should be thankful that Jun Wuming was lucky enough to be buried in the sea of ​​fire by herself, otherwise... she will die worse than anyone else, because She was the first person you Qin Zihao fell in love with..."

His whole body trembled violently. Even though he was overwhelmed by boundless grief, he couldn't hear what the voice beside his ear was saying, but the voice that penetrated deep into his bones haunted him like a nightmare for more than ten years. Qin Zihao's empty eyes gradually replaced by boundless fear.

Pain, fear, sadness... All kinds of emotions gushed out like a flood that broke through the embankment. At this moment, the suppression for many years was like a ignited wire, burning fiercely, and finally exploded with a bang. , and blow him out of his wits.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spewed out towards the face of Qin Ziyao, who was lying beside him, the beautiful Danfeng eyes finally reflected the monstrous fire, and finally closed them heavily.

Unexpectedly, Qin Zihao would spurt blood suddenly, Qin Ziyao couldn't dodge in time, his face was covered with blood, he was furious, and was about to explode, but saw Qin Zihao fell limply, he quickly reached out to help him, and quickly reached out He touched the tip of his nose, then his face changed strangely, and he cried bitterly: "Zihao, Zihao, wake up, don't scare brother..."

Qin Ziyao didn't cry loudly. At this time, everyone was caught in their own emotions, and no one noticed. Only Wang Wenying, who was on the side, walked over quickly when he saw this, his face was still full of grief. Shuang, condensed so frighteningly, pressed Qin Zihao's wrist with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Qin Ziyao, what did you do to him?"

Qin Ziyao lowered his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his face for a moment, his sad face was darkened, and said in a low voice: "At this moment, what can I do to him, Jun Wuming's death has hit him too hard , I couldn't bear it for a while, and just passed out."

Wang Wenying looked at him coldly, retracted the hand that was holding Qin Zihao's wrist, and warned: "Don't try to play tricks in front of me, for the sake of the friendship, I can turn a blind eye to some things." Only eyes, but don't try to challenge my bottom line."

As she said that, she glanced at Qin Zihao who had her eyes closed tightly. Wang Wenying stood up, turned around, looked at the still smoldering flames in front of her, and didn't see the bloodthirsty murderous intent in Qin Ziyao's eyes.

On the other side, half-kneeling on the ground, Mo Quan's blood-red eyes reflected the fire that was constantly swallowing and spitting, and the past surged up one after another.

In the Gathering Workshop, she left him with an evil and charming smile.

Her elixir in the ruined temple eased his pain, saved his life, and gave him hope.

On the hillside in the outskirts, she admitted that they were her soldiers, taught them what dignity is, what is where there is a will, there is a way, and let him understand that as long as there is a heart, there is nothing impossible in this world...

Under her subordinates, he is constantly being challenged to the limit both in heart and body, and she will never let them go unless they bring out their full potential. During the devil's training, he got the steadfastness and sufficiency that he hadn't experienced in more than ten years.

(End of this chapter)