Demon Lord, he doesn't stop dropping his horse

"Where is this?" Wen Feng was a little confused, and continued to walk with Lan Liang: "Didn't you already pass the customs?"

Lan Liang felt that Wen Feng's voice was getting farther and farther away from him. He glanced at the person holding his hand. The original Wen Feng's hand has now become a vine, like a conscious vine.

Yaozhi?

Lan Liang wanted to lift his feet and continue walking, but he seemed to be restrained by something. He looked down at his feet, and saw that his ankles were silently entangled by two thick vines, and he was still panting. With faint light.

"..."

He squatted down and wanted to push the vines away from his ankles. The harder he pulled the blue beam, the tighter the vines became. It felt like the two vines were venting their anger on him.

Lan Liang grimaced in pain, the vines seemed to have sensed something, they stopped wrapping around him, and slowly crawled along the ground.Lan Liang blinked his eyes, held back his tears, stood up without shouting, the surrounding was pitch black, and a scene flashed in his mind.

In my memory, he was six years old at that time, and he was tied up in a tunnel with nothing in it. His voice was poisonously hoarse, and there were sounds of beating and killing. Xiao Lanliang looked up curiously against the fear in his heart. But only dirt can be seen.

The originally dark surroundings were suddenly lit up, and Lan Liang appeared in a mansion, which was both familiar and strange to him.

Lan Liang looked at the lush trees in the yard, the competing flowers in the garden next to him, and the scorching sun above his head.It should be said that it is early spring, and the season is not right, so Lan Liang knew that he had entered an illusion, but he was still trapped in it.

A couple came out of the house, and they were holding a little boy. The little boy was smiling and stuffed a pastry into his mouth. The woman wiped his mouth for him. The boy bent his eyes to the couple from time to time The couple smiled.

The picture is harmonious and warm.

Lan Liang only felt that it was dazzling, and the hands hidden in the sleeves were silently clenched into fists, were they mocking him for not having parents?

The picture was flipped over, and there were still lush trees and flowers competing for beauty, but this time it was not a harmonious and warm scene.Lan Liang looked at the six-year-old boy standing on the ground, and he stared blankly at the couple lying on the ground, with no expression on his face, but Lan Liang always felt that he was gloomy.

From the back, one can feel his despair.

Behind the boy was a tall and slender man, walking against the light, Lan Liang couldn't see his face clearly, but he always felt that the man was very familiar.

The man gave the boy's parents a funeral, repaired the grave, and erected a monument.There was still no expression on the boy's face. He was staring at the two names on the tombstone, as if he was looking at something through the tombstone.

Sensing something, the boy glanced in Lan Liang's direction, those dark eyes made Lan Liang feel very familiar.

Lan Liang tilted his head towards him.

The next moment the boy turned his head and continued to stare at the tombstone. The man finally moved. He squatted down and looked at the boy at the same level. The man's eyes did not have much emotion. He looked at the boy calmly and said only three words: "Come with me."

Sudden dull pain in the head, as if being hit by a hammer, Lan Liang knelt down and hugged his head, the illusion just now disappeared suddenly, leaving only darkness around.Lan Liang's head and heart were overwhelmed by something unknown.

Lan Liang wanted to take a big breath, but he found that he couldn't do it. The moment before he lost consciousness, he unconsciously yelled two words.

……

Lan Liang had been awake for most of the day, he stared blankly at Fang Liang, his mind went blank, and his reaction was a bit slow.Yi Gangcuo yelled worriedly beside him, and Lan Liang returned to look at him.

"Little brother is awake?"

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Yi Gangcuo really regarded Lan Liang as his own younger brother. At that time, he was watching Lan Liang in the looking glass behind Yin Ning, trembling and fainting, wishing to rush in and fish Lan Liang come out.It turned out someone was faster than him.

Lan Liang didn't answer, and rolled into the bed, wrapping himself tightly with the quilt.

"Are you hungry?"

Lan Liang gave him the back of his head, and he couldn't hear his tone unless he listened carefully: "I'm not hungry."

He is not hungry, but very sleepy, so sleepy that he wants to sleep forever.

"Okay, you can sleep again." Yi Gangju could also hear the sleepiness and impatience in his tone, got up and walked out.

Lan Liang opened his eyes, he was so tired that he couldn't move, obviously he didn't do anything tiring, why did he feel exhausted physically and mentally?

He struggled to get up from the bed, sat in a daze for a while, and was about to get out of bed when the originally closed door was suddenly pushed open.

Wen Feng looked at Lan Liang, who was sitting on the bed with a bewildered expression, with half of the quilt lifted, he turned his head silently, his crimson ears betrayed him, Wen Feng stammered and handed out the things he had prepared: " Here, here you are!"

Regardless of whether Lan Liang agreed or not, he stuffed the things into his hands and ran away.

Lan Liang was still in a daze at the moment, the scent wafted from the oily paper bag in his hand, it was meat buns, Lan Liang took out one and bit into it, the spicy taste exploded in his mouth instantly, he didn't notice it for a moment, and coughed violently.

"Who gave you this!" Yin Ning smelt the smell as soon as he opened the door. Lan Liang had been unconscious for several days without drinking a few sips of water. His throat must be uncomfortable. Who would give him such spicy food?

Yin Ning took the things in his hands and threw them aside, but gently stuffed Lan Liang into the quilt with angry hands.

Lan Liang looked at him, stretched out Yin Ning's hand that was stuffed under the quilt silently, moved it slowly, put his hands around Yin Ning's waist, and said in a muffled voice with a bit of grievance: "Master, I feel so bad."

Yin Ning held Lan Liang behind his back, a little helpless for Lan Liang's sudden closeness, Lan Liang didn't notice it, and just continued to nest in his arms.But for a moment, the breath of the child in his arms became long.

Looking at Lan Liang's sleeping face, Yin Ning frowned. Lan Liang's sleep time has been unstable recently. He checked many times, but he couldn't find out what else happened to Lan Liang other than being weak.

But he could feel that Lan Liang was getting weaker day by day, whether one day he would just go away so quietly in his sleep.Yin Ning threw the thought out of his mind in an instant, how could the apprentice he raised so hard die so easily.

Lan Liang's sleep time was not only unstable, but also prolonged. Sometimes he could sleep for three to five days, and sometimes he only slept for a few hours.Yin Ning didn't show it on the surface, he panicked more than anyone else in his heart, something was wrong, something was wrong, he remembered that Lan Liang's symptoms were very similar to a Gu he saw in the book.

Lan Liang got up early this time, since Lan Liang fainted from the last test, he never went out again.After lying on the bed for a long time, Lan Liang felt a little sore when his hands and feet hit the ground, so he walked to the door with difficulty.

As a result, when the people outside saw him, they ran towards him as if they saw some ghosts and ghosts, and said a word in unison.

"Don't move!"

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