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Yi Ange rolled over on the spot, and was pulled up by Feng Yu.

The place where he was standing just now was covered with black water, and more liquid covered the ceiling, sticky, and fell down.

The thing could have been sliding over their heads without making a sound.Now preparing to reunite.If it took shape, Yi Ange and Feng Yu alone would not be its opponents at all.

Yi Ange helped Feng Yu back to the side of the painting.The scenery in the painting has already started to turn red, and it seems that the painting will catch fire soon.

"Go!" Yi Ange pushed Feng Yu, pushing him into the painting.

Evil stretched out a "hand" to stop it, but Yi Ange cut it off with a dagger.The pool of water fell to the ground, but did not return to the evil body.

The dagger Yi Mingguang left for him can always surprise him at critical moments.Yi Ange cut off E's drawn hand like a mowing rope, without any effort.

Evil finally realized that he was at a disadvantage and stopped attacking.Yi Ange stepped back again, his body was already leaning against the painting, and he immediately felt a force attracting him. He supported the wall with one hand, feeling that if he let go, he would fall into the painting.

Evil did not move, and neither did he.The fire outside reached the door of the study, and the flames rushed in.

【Jing Rong】.

Yi Ange cried in his heart.

no respond.

On the contrary, the bookshelf behind E was suddenly pulled away, and a long knife split it in half. The speed was so fast that even Yi Ange couldn't react. E, who had lost many tentacles, was even more unresponsive, and did not recover for a long time.

Yan An held a long knife in his hand and maintained a horizontal chopping posture. Behind him was Jing Rong, holding Tang Xiaoxue who was unconscious again.

Yi Ange took a deep look at Jing Rong, and a mouthful of sweet and fishy smell almost rushed to his throat.If the way this person appeared was more dramatic, he would really vomit blood.

Evil finally began to recover. Yan An saw that it was not good, and shouted to them, "Okay, don't flirt with me, let's go!"

Jing Rong sent Tang Xiaoxue into the painting, and turned to help Yan An, but Yan An somehow dragged on, showing no intention of leaving.

He raised his head and smiled at Yi Ange and Jing Rong.

This smile made Yi Ange's heart tremble, and just as he was about to say something, a force came out from the painting behind him, pulling the two of them into the painting in an instant.

After spinning around, Yi Ange found that they had entered the painting, and fire was spreading all around.There was only one road in front of him, but when he looked back, he found that there was already a sea of ​​flames behind him.

Jing Rong carried Tang Xiaoxue on his back and said, "Let's go."

"Keyan'an..."

Yi Ange couldn't bear to leave like this, but seeing Jing Rong's expression, he couldn't say anything.

Yan An's smile was exactly the same as every time he smiled before.

From the very beginning, he never thought about coming out with them.

Yi Ange thought about this possibility, but couldn't stop it at all.As Feng Rui's avatar, Yan An must stay.

The fire in the painting is also very fierce, and it quickly burns to the eyes.If they don't leave, they won't be able to escape.

Jing Rong grabbed Tang Xiaoxue with one hand, gave him a hug with the other, and said, "Let's go."

This time, Yi Ange nodded.

At the end of the path was a pale light.When rushing into the ray of light, Yi Ange seemed to see the strange man in the painting who guided him from the corner of his vision.The man was still surrounded by black air, standing in the forest, watching them leave quietly.

Yi Ange looked back at him, and it happened that the mist on the man's face dissipated, revealing his original face.

Yi Ange gritted his teeth, took one last look at him, and rushed to the end of the road with Jing Rong.

In the conference room of the base, three people appeared out of nowhere in the empty room.

Yi Ange looked back at the paintings on the wall.The painting was burning silently, and soon became a mass of residue, leaving only an incompletely burnt corner, floating on the ground.

Yi Ange leaned over to pick up the piece of paper, and found that it was an inconspicuous inscription.

——Written on the winter solstice, as a gift to friends, Feng Bingya.

Feng Bingya is the name of the father of the brothers of the Feng family.

Looking at the words on it, Yi Ange let go, and the fragile paper instantly shattered into powder and scattered in the air.

There is nothing left.

The author has something to say:

I originally wanted to end today, but there are still some things that have not been explained. Maybe tomorrow, it will almost be over.

A little tired, feeling a lot, still sleepy 23333