"You, you actually dared to record this scene. Damn, it was so detailed. You even wrote down how to move and how to press... You... You... You even drew pictures..."
This little bone is so strong, so strong.
Isn't it afraid that Rakshasa will kill it?
"You dare to let them do it, why can't I record it?" Little Bones raised his head and glanced sideways at Winter Melon, speaking very calmly.
It understands that the winter melon propped up this bubble to leave a little more time for its owner and Fluttering Light, isn't it just to let them have no regrets?
It can be done, and it is natural for its small bones to record the last strokes of its career in detail.
"You are strong." Donggua extended his thumb towards the little bone in admiration.
There is no strongest, only stronger. It seems that it is not strong enough.
Well, it must become the most powerful place in the next life...
The color of the bubbles falling in the sky is getting lighter and lighter, and the colorless bubbles have now been rendered with a faint layer of red.
That was the light of Tianluoyan, and even more so the temperature of Tianluoyan invaded.
Hot, indescribable hot.
The hair was constantly bending, turning brown and curling almost as if it had been scorched by fire.
The body was so hot that it was almost impossible to stand in the bubbles.
The sweat is gone. It has been baked by the powerful heat and no trace of sweat can flow out again.
The surface of the body has begun to stretch, and smoke has begun to rise...
"Are you afraid?" Rakshasa lowered his head, looked at the fluctuating light beneath him, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
Yaoguang looked up at Rakshasa, his eyes sparkling, he hugged Rakshasa tightly with his hands, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, you are here."
As long as you are here, what should I be afraid of?
As long as you are here, I have nothing to fear.
Rakshasa smiled, grinning wildly and joyfully, and his big hands hugged Yaoguang under him more and more tightly: "Yes, I am here, so what are you afraid of?"
Life and death together, what is there to be afraid of?
The heat is getting hotter and hotter, and the color of the bubbles is getting lighter and lighter. The sky is falling and the flames are coming from all around, surrounding the bubbles that are almost transparent and non-existent.
"It's just a pity that my son has to be taken away with his father and mother." Rakshasa hugged Yaoguang tightly, and instead of being afraid of being burned, he smiled happily.
"Son?" Yaoguang asked suspiciously as he nestled in Rakshasa's arms.