Chapter 283 Break Mirror (Part 1)

Huang sat on the top of Tianfeng Mountain, allowing the cold wind of the night to blow on his cheeks.

His eyes scanned the mountains that continued to extend downwards beneath him, not the beauty of the scenery, but the people.

But he saw that he had always been demon.

Little White Dragon?

Huang thought of his name and this young demon clan who was more fierce than himself.

The situation of Xiaobailong and Huang is very similar, especially when he was a child, Huang chose to rush into the Demon Temple bloodthirsty all the way to prove his value and sense of existence. Xiaobailong's choice was more rebellious than him. He actually became a brother of the human race, and after all these years, he had no intention of repentance.

To be honest, Huang felt that if he met Zhou Liuhuo and helped him when he was most desperate, he would do this. It was just that humans had fate and demons had a way. No one helped him in the most desperate moment, so he did not become the second little white dragon in the demon clan.

If he and Xiao Bailong were not on the opposite side now, Huang would be very interested in sitting down with Xiao Bailong to talk about their bitter past when they were abandoned as children, and maybe they would shed two more wolves tears.

If Xiaobailong died here, Huang would also bury Xiaobailong well, because Xiaobailong's deeds had given him countless inspirations.

But now there are no such ifs. Huang threw these ifs out of his mind, then pointed his temple with his fingers, and pictures appeared before his eyes.

The shouting of Xiaolin Fan and the uncle, the silly smile of Ye Ningshuang and Ye Cheng, the blood-stained courtyard in front of Monk Zhenjian, Zhang Chifeng, and everyone on the Sixteen Riders.

These pictures represent the illusion they entered, but from the moment they seem to have not entered the country deeply and are not suitable for killing them now.

So now we are just to see if the little white dragon is rumored to be strong!

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The little white dragon didn't know that there were eyes on the top of the mountain watching his every move at all times.

After turning into a human form, the little white dragon went east. The closer he got to the east, the more he smelled a damp smell. He didn't know what made everyone enter the illusion without any defense, but he had to break all this.

As we galloped along the way, everything around the little white dragon began to become extremely blurred.

When he stopped, he was already on the edge of the cliff, and under him was a huge basin. There were only a few big trees in the basin, and more were a group of demons.

At this time, there were dense crowds, as if at least tens of thousands of demons raised their eyes and looked at the little white dragon.

The little white dragon's face was cold. But he couldn't help but slightly lifting the corners of his eyes. All of these demons were rats. There were countless holes in the basin.

How did such a number of rats travel through Tianzhou to reach here? The little white dragon soon had the answer, perhaps it was just that the rats came here later, and so many of their peers grew in a short period of time.

He did not pat his left shoulder, and a spear suddenly appeared in his hand. The spear gently lifted forward, and an invisible waterfall appeared in the air. The waterfall flowed down, and the surging wave suddenly poured into the basin.

Huang, who was far away, saw this scene and smiled slightly and said, "Is this going to make a pot of rat soup?"

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Bai Ziming was embedded in the ground and was listening to the sounds on the ground all the time.

Sometimes people start crying, sometimes people start laughing, and more often people are silent.

The little white dragon went east and didn't know when it would break the formation and return. I don't know if it could break the formation. He called it Guardian here, but in fact he was a little bit waiting to die, but he had to sit and wait to die.

Just as he was feeling irritated, a burst of cry suddenly came from his ears. From Lin Fan.

Xiaolin Fan said goodbye to the uncle who claimed to be able to fly and escape. Many years have passed while he was waving the gods. He cooked for himself as usual, but while cutting vegetables, he heard screams next door.

Xiaolin Fan walked out of the house and saw the aunt next door accidentally knocking her hand when she was splitting. She hurried over and asked, "Aunt Sun, are you okay?"

Aunt Sun shook her head and said it was okay, then she called Lin Fan not to cook by herself and to come to her house for food.

Lin Fan shyly refused, and at this time he and Aunt Sun heard the real screams at the same time. The two looked in and saw Mr. Wu running in the village while screaming.

An unknown beast was behind Mr. Wu. After a breath, the beast knocked Mr. Wu down, and his sharp teeth crazily pulled the old man's flesh and blood, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Aunt Wu didn't know what was wrong, but she felt panicked. She ran to Lin Fan and pulled Lin Fan and turned to her house. During this journey, screams in the village started to squeak.

Aunt Wu’s house was not big, but the cellar was very big. She pulled Lin Fan and hid in the cellar together, not even dared to light a candle.

The two of them stayed in this cellar for a whole day and a night.

During this day and night, the village's previous screams were continuous at first, then sometimes without, but finally fell into silence.

This was the real silence. Xiaolin Fan was frightened and his face turned pale. He hid in Aunt Wu's arms and did not dare to speak. It was not until late at night that Aunt Wu said, "Xiaofan, I'll go out and have a look, you're waiting here."

"What are Aunt Wu doing?"

"Go to find something to eat. I don't know what happened in this village. I have to figure it out if it was a war or something."

"Uncle Wu?"

Aunt Wu shook her head and said, "He hunted from the mountain and spent two nights every time. If you can detect it, don't worry about him."

Lin Fan nodded weakly and watched the fat Aunt Wu crawl out of the cellar, and felt even more and more cold and hungry.

This feeling became stronger as time went by. When Lin Fan felt that he might not be able to hold on, a light of dawn hit his eyes through the gaps of the wooden boards above the cellar.

Lin Fan woke up and remembered that Aunt Wu had not returned overnight. He climbed up along the ladder with all his strength and found that there was no one in the room, and all the decorations were still the same.

Then Lin Fan walked towards the backyard and saw Aunt Wu in the backyard, but he lay on the ground. His fat body smashed a shallow pit, and the scarlet color in the pit had solidified.

Lin Fan's unconscious body finally recovered all his consciousness at this time. A strong sense of sadness seemed to pierce his heart with a sword, causing him to almost lose all his consciousness.

With a "pop", Lin Fan knelt down on the steps in the backyard, looked at the hands in front of Aunt Wu, and looked at the two big steamed buns in front of his hands, which seemed to have been frozen into ice, and began to cry loudly. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!