1301. Chapter 1301 The pain of the purple pupil [5]
"Let's go!"
Beichen gritted his teeth and stood up, grabbed her arm and shook her hard.
Zi Tong's body was thrown far away by him. She turned her face in mid-air, only to see the huge figure of the sandworm blocking her sight.
Beichen's figure completely disappeared in front of her eyes.
Bang!
Accompanied by a loud noise, dazzling golden light rose into the sky from where Beichen was, swallowing up all the bodies of the sandworm and the unicorn bird.
In Zi Tong's mind, the mark left by Beichen when he signed the contract with her flashed, and then disappeared.
Zi Tong's heart stopped beating instantly.
The dazzling golden light hurt her eyes, and she couldn't see anything.
All around, countless students rushed towards her, but Zi Tong just crawled on the spot blankly, without any reaction.
She can't feel that person anymore!
Her heart felt so stuffy and painful that she couldn't breathe. She fell heavily and landed in the ruins, splashing a faint cloud of smoke.
Countless swords rushed towards her, and in mid-air, a white electric light rushed towards her. Before the tip of the fastest sword touched her, he knocked those guys away, picked up Zi Tong's body from the ground, and white electric light shot into the sky.
He got up, turned around and disappeared.
The dazzling golden light passed away, and countless charred ash powder fell silently in mid-air. A figure slowly stood up from the ash powder. Feeling his breath, everyone in the college turned their faces in his direction, including
Including that bipedal dragon.
Everyone's eyes were filled with timidity, including the bipedal dragon.
The man lifted up his dusty black boots and took a step forward.
Everyone took a step back and plopped down. Someone knelt on the ground and bent down. Immediately everyone knelt together. Even the two-legged dragon bent its huge body and worshiped that person.
There was a soft sound, and a mask flying in the air landed at the man's feet.
The man bent down and stretched out one hand.
The palm of that hand has slender fingertips and is extremely slender. The sleeve hanging on the hand is ink-colored and has exquisite golden patterns. Although it is stained with a lot of dust, it still cannot hide its dazzling luster like the sun.
That hand picked up the mask from the ground, looked at it, raised his hand and covered his face with the mask.
"Everyone must surrender or die!" he said.
Everyone was kneeling on the ground, trembling, and no one dared to make a sound, not even to breathe.
＊＊＊Ni-tian-xiao-kuang-hou＊＊＊
In the dark, on the bed.
Her purple pupils frowned, and her face was as pale as a sheet of paper.
A palm stretched out silently and gently placed it on her forehead. Feeling her hot skin under the palm, the man sighed leisurely and stopped his hand to withdraw his palm.
"Beichen!"
Zi Tong let out a soft cry and stretched out her hand to grab the palm. The palm hesitated for a moment, then gently closed it and held her slightly cold fingers.
"I knew you wouldn't die. You always keep your word."
Zi Tong said a few words like a nightmare, then pulled the palm into his arms, hugged it, and fell asleep again.
In the darkness, there was a soft sigh.
The other hand reached out and gently pulled up the thin quilt on her body.
In the dim light of the room, the man's sleeves were as white as snow, and his dark hair almost blended in with the night. A corner of his golden hairband was vaguely exposed, which was particularly clear in the ink.