Between the clouds, as deep as the sea

When I closed my eyes and knew that I had nowhere to escape, my heart calmed down instead.

The terrifying howls of demons and monsters in the ears seemed to have gradually subsided, and there was only an ethereal and melodious sound of the piano, which was incompatible with this chaotic reality, and lingered with soothing power.

Ling Han thinks this is probably the flashback before death in the legend, but shouldn’t the flashback be the most memorable thing in his life, why should he be given a piece of fairy music that doesn’t touch the fireworks of the world! ?

Just when Ling Han was surprised, a few unusually discordant noises interspersed in, like a flute but not a flute, like Xiao Feixiao, with thousands of turns and chaos, disturbing the good fairy music almost out of tune.

This familiar magic sound brought Ling Han back to reality from the fantasy of "returning to the light". He opened his eyes suddenly, only to see the fierce spirit around him who was still baring his teeth and claws just now, as if stuck by glue at this moment, his movements were sluggish, The movement is slow, and even the cry is weak.

Huan beside him turned into a little wolf again, a fluffy mass, huddled motionless under his clothes.

Ling Han just wrapped the little wolf in elegant clothes and hugged him to his chest, struggling to find a gap in the stinking pile of ominous spirits.The wound on his body was bleeding. Although the evil spirit moved slowly, his desire for him did not diminish at all. Although Ling Han was careful and careful, along the way, he was still scratched by the evil spirit a few times, and added a few wounds.

As the direction of the music was getting closer, Ling Han also understood in his heart.It seemed that the little kid who was against him everywhere was still a little angry, the royal family of the Yunjian Kingdom fled and scattered, and he even brought He You to rescue him.

Another layer of ominous spirits were squeezed out, and he saw He You sitting on the ruined wall, the wooden hairpin that tied his hair was gone, his long hair was loose, and his usual soft halo-like brows were somewhat clear now fierce.The guqin was on his knees, and he swept a few notes, and the surrounding ominous spirits paused again, and the nearest ones even knelt down under the pressure of the sound of the qin.

Seeing the embarrassed Ling Han appearing in front of his eyes, Zhizhi opened his mouth to sneer, but unexpectedly his tune was already on the verge of going out of tune, and when he lost his focus, the tune was completely off the mark.

Such a small opening just happened to allow a fierce spirit at Zhizhi's feet to seize the opening, and swung its paw towards the little boy's face.

At such a short distance, it was too late to draw the bow, Zhizhi took a few steps back in a panic, staggered, and pressed his back against the chest of the gray clothes.

The lingering sound of the guqin continued, and Heyou put one arm around Zhizhi's waist, while pulling his hand holding the shakuhachi, and brought it to his lips, the desolate notes and the sound of the guqin perfectly matched together, and the sharp claws of the ominous spirit could barely stop In front of Liao Zhizhi's pale face, he was twisted into twists by the strength of the piano sound, and then his whole black body was twisted into a ball of mud, fell to the ground and moved a few times before becoming silent.

Ling Han hugged the little wolf, kicked the "mud" on the ground, then looked at Zhizhi who was huddled beside Heyou, and said with a smile:

"Oh, little brat, you're not afraid of anything when you bully me, why do you look like a little daughter-in-law now?"

Zhi Zhi's face flushed, and he shouted:

"You look like a useless priest crawling out of shit, you still have the guts to say something about me!"

He Youhuan patted Zhizhi's waist, signaling him to say less.

"Humph!"

Zhizhi turned his head to one side awkwardly.

He You bowed to Ling Han, raised his hand to caress Ling Han's bleeding shoulder, the qin firefly danced on his fingertips, and the coolness permeated into the skin, Ling Han gradually felt that the pain from the wound was not so uncomfortable.

Only then did Ling Han notice that He You's body had a real shape, no longer just a phantom.

He grabbed the hand on his shoulder, looked and looked, and said in surprise:

"Heyou, have you evolved!?"

Zhizhi slapped Ling Han's hand holding Heyou away, inserted between the two, and said:

"You know what a fart! This is because Heyou lifted the seal. If Heyouqin's mana hadn't been fully activated, could these monsters be restrained? You trash has been gnawed to nothing!"

"Heyou, since you are so powerful, why do you keep sealing your own power?"

Ling Han asked puzzledly.

Heyou looked down at Zhizhi teasingly, a little pink rose from the tips of the little brat's ears, and he looked around uncomfortably.

Zhizhi's expression aroused Ling Han's curiosity even more. Just as he was about to ask him to find out what happened, he teased him. From afar, there was a heavy roar, and the ground shook up and down violently, as if there was something huge in the distance. The collapse of the mountain caused an earthquake.

Heyou pressed Zhizhi's head to his chest, and Ling Han hugged the little wolf in his arms and crouched down.

"Oh my god, misfortunes never come singly... Damn! Heyou, will your skills be invalidated by the earthquake!?"

The vicious spirits whose speed was stopped by the sound of the piano just now suddenly became excited because of the earthquake. They seemed to be released from the confinement in an instant, and waved their bodies to gather into a black vortex, roaring and circling around the altar, forming a growing wave. The stronger the ghost storm!

Ling Han was only wearing a white lining, and his thin body seemed to be blown away at any time during earthquakes and storms, while Heyou and Zhizhi beside him were not much better. The three of them were like little leaves in the ocean, standing in the midst of overwhelming fierceness. Under the overwhelming power of the spirit, there is no room for parrying.

Ling Han sighed in his heart, thinking it was a turn of events, but it turned out that there were two more buried with him!

The little wolf in his arms came to life, it picked up a corner of Ling Han's clothes, and tried hard to get him out of this dangerous situation.

This scene made Ling Han's nose sour.

Huan is just a piece of code that he kept in a mobile game on a whim when he was young. When he lost his interest, he lost it as soon as he said it, but he guarded this virtual time and space and waited for a year after year, resurrecting for his own life. , resurrected from the dead, seeing that this life will not end well.

Ling Han gritted his teeth, pulled out the little boy's arrow, then stuffed the little wolf into Heyou's arms, and said loudly against the wind:

"You three, as soon as I do bloodletting later, you run as hard as you can!"

So Ling Han, under the three surprised gazes, heavily inserted the vermilion arrow into the wound that He You had just stopped bleeding.Fresh blood trickled down his arm, Ling Han felt that the blood was not flowing too hard, so he swiped the arrow point down again, the pain caused his brain to go blank.

Even so, he still didn't forget to yell "Hurry up" to Zhizhi and Heyou, and he tried his best to run in another direction.

The ferocious storm frantically chased after Si Lingjun's fresh blood. Ling Han lost his blood and was fatigued, and soon he was exhausted.The ground shook again, and the moment he fell down, Ling Han seemed to hear the little wolf whining and Zhizhi's cry.

"It's really bad... As expected, it's not handsome for three seconds..."

Ling Han raised his arm to cover his eyes, but someone snapped them open.In front of him was a dirty bright yellow shirt, and the white crane totem on his chest was also crumpled.

Zhizhi's small face was in front of his eyes, and behind him was Heyou hugging the little wolf. Ling Han didn't even have the strength to get angry, so he could only say weakly:

"What's wrong with this, one and two are going to die on the pole."

Zhizhi pulled Ling Han up from the ground, causing a sharp pain in his wound, Ling Han couldn't help but whimpered and complained:

"What are you doing, kid, you still think I'm dying slowly..."

"Before you die, you should pass your brain first!"

Zhizhi motioned Ling Han to look around, only then did he realize that there was a clear sky above his head, and the group of ominous spirits that covered the sky and the sun just now disappeared out of thin air.

"What's going on, evaporated?"

"What evaporates, you open your eyes to see clearly."

Zhizhi raised his finger and pointed to the distance, a majestic snow peak stood on the horizon of the dawn, the sun shone on the peak, and one could see white snow rolling down the mountain, while the black tide of evil spirits was heading towards the snow peak. The peak moves away.

"Lord of Silent Snow, the peak moves out."

Zhizhi slowly read out what Heyou wrote on his hand.

"The Lord of Silent Snow... That's Jixue Peak! Isn't my snow demon right there!" Ling Han suddenly remembered that in the game, he summoned a shikigami snow demon. Although the snow demon is Frost The Shikigami is wearing a red dress, and every time he makes a move, red lotuses will bloom on the red dress, which is extremely coquettish.

"The snow demon can refine the evil spirits of ghosts and monsters to strengthen his own strength. He has recruited so many evil spirits, so why use it?" He You wrote in Zhizhi's palm.

"Since you don't know, go and have a look." Ling Han said while looking at Ji Xuefeng.

"Look," Zhizhi sneered, "Aren't you afraid that you came out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's mouth?"

"What are you afraid of?" Ling Han glanced at the little wolf poking his head out, and said, "Slaying demons, correct the way, Sir Si Ling should be like this. I've been walking for so long, so I should do my best."

"If the Snow Demon is still our companion, we will help him destroy those monsters and ghosts together. If he has other thoughts, my master will teach him a lesson!"

Dawn was breaking, and the morning light shrouded Ling Han's embarrassed appearance, but reflected that pair of eyes that were unusually bright.He You paused slightly, and stroked the strings.

There were a few crisp chirping sounds in the air, and several huge white cranes circled down.

Zhizhi's eyes were a little red, and he said, "Youyou, you still have to leave after all..."

Ling Han couldn't help but wanted to laugh for a while, and said, "Heyou, you little brat hasn't been weaned yet, and he'll cry as soon as you leave."

Zhizhi threw the eye knife over, but a long object was put into his hand.He lowered his head and saw that it was Heyou's wooden hairpin.

Heyou pulled up his long hair, and took Zhizhi's hand to tie the wooden hairpin. In an instant, his figure turned into a halo of emptiness again.

Zhizhi was stunned for a while, Ling Han stepped forward and patted him:

"Why are you staring blankly, your house Youyou has been sealed off by you, if you don't leave, he won't be able to leave either."

Bai He bent down to signal them to come up, Ling Han snatched He Youqin, climbed up a white crane, and waved the Qin towards Zhizhi, saying:

"Huan and I are seriously injured, and you have to lend us your Youyou for a while."