After a long time, the heavy rain in the sky has stopped, and the boy is still sitting paralyzed by the big pit, his eyes are empty, and his clothes are wetted by the rain and clinging to his body, which makes his body even more weak.
Suddenly, the young man's fingers moved, and then he stood up staggeringly. The surging black energy and the dull white light suddenly burst out from the palms of his two hands. The two completely different energies confronted each other as soon as they appeared. It was terrifying.
The pressure almost crushed the young man's body.
His legs were trembling, and the boy clenched his teeth tightly. When the black air and white light slowly dissipated, he saw that his right hand was the strange bone sickle.
On the left hand is a small black tower. The tower has five floors. The fifth floor is full of cracks, and the top is very flat as if it has been shaved off.
The boy glanced at the small black tower, with hatred and determination in his eyes. With a thought, the black tower floated in front of the boy. The small tower seemed to have a premonition of the boy's behavior, and its body trembled slightly. At the same time, a trace of reluctance emerged in the boy's heart, but it was replaced by hatred.
"Grandpa, Xiaoyan will let those people accompany you, for sure!"
I saw him grasping the bone handle tightly with both hands, and his whole body was surrounded by black air. Without any warning, the bone was lifted above his head by the boy, and he was quickly smashed towards the black tower.
Katcha——With a crisp cracking sound, the fifth floor of the black tower shattered.
"Ah!"
At the same time, the boy also let out a scream. He was trembling all over, clenching his teeth tightly, as if he was about to crush them, and his pale face was full of ferocity.
Martial spirits are closely related to soul masters. If the martial soul is broken, the soul master's own origin will also be damaged. However, the situation of Song Qianting is a bit special. If you look carefully, you will find that the black tower is more like being swallowed.
As the black tower shattered, the light spots formed by the fragments floated to the bone handle and turned into a golden pattern, and there were already three patterns of this pattern on the bone sickle.
After resting for a moment, the boy continued to repeat the actions just now, and then screamed...
Half an hour passed, and as the boy finally couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, the small black tower was completely dissipated, and the bone sickle that had completely absorbed the black tower was completely absorbed. The seventh golden pattern on the bone handle finally condensed.<
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In an instant, the black light on the bone sickle flourished, seven golden patterns flashed continuously, and the bells on the bone handle rang wildly.
Ding bell——Ding bell——
The rapid ringing of the bell seemed to be celebrating something. At this moment, the boy was so happy that he looked at the scythe with magical light in his hand. He put his forehead to the tip of the scythe and spread his hands as if he wanted to actively embrace the darkness.
I don't know when the rich black energy had completely enveloped the boy, gradually compressing inward. After a while, the black energy condensed into substance. The boy's figure completely disappeared, and was replaced by a large black cocoon. Inside the black cocoon, there was a terrifying
The aura gradually rises, and it seems that some kind of transformation is going on inside...
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In the dark night, the sky is dark and dull.
The breeze after the rain has a hint of coolness, mixed with the smell of earth.
Looking at the familiar city gate in front of her, Beibei took a deep breath of air and slowly exhaled it, looking relieved.
At this time, the two of them had returned to Shrek City. The streets here were not empty late at night. There were still many shops along the street with lights on, but there were far fewer pedestrians.
Turning her head, what came into view was a girl with a calm face. Beibei knew that the girl's heart was not as calm as she showed at this time, it was more like a kind of numbness.
"If you want to cry, just cry."
For no reason, Beibei felt distressed. He comforted the girl, and at the same time, he couldn't help but hold his hand a little tighter. But at this time, the girl's fingers felt cold and no longer as strong as they were during the day.
"Captain Jiang and Xiao**, are they...really dead?"
Without warning, the girl's ethereal voice sounded. She seemed to be asking Beibei, but also seemed to be asking herself.
Beibei shook his head. He really couldn't bear to say those cold words. He knew that seeing the souls of everyone in the mercenary group had a great impact on Tang Ya, but at this time he didn't know how to comfort him. Maybe this kind of thing
We can only rely on Tang Ya to come out on her own.
"Don't worry about me. You can go home first. You're still injured."
After a long silence, Tang Ya's voice sounded again, but this time it seemed to have returned to normal.
"What about you?"
Seeing Tang Ya's hand withdrawing from her own, Beibei blurted out what was in her heart, but she immediately realized her gaffe and her expression was a little embarrassed.
Unexpectedly, Tang Ya's reaction was still very calm. She looked at Beibei and said with her usual expression: "I have no home for a long time, so go back and cherish your family."
Tang Ya slowly left. Beibei opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she didn't say it out of worry.
He carefully thought about what Tang Ya had just said. Although Tang Ya's expression was as usual, he still felt something strange that he couldn't explain. Where was it?
Beibei felt a little impatient, which was an extremely rare emotion for him. At this moment, he heard the footsteps not far away suddenly paused.
"I almost forgot, thank you for what happened today."
Tang Ya turned around and said with a smile to Beibei, but that smile seemed a bit miserable to Beibei.
At this time, he finally discovered where the something amiss came from. Looking at Tang Ya's back as he continued to walk away, Beibei felt very lonely, as if the distance between Tang Ya and himself was getting farther and farther.
Beibei felt a little scared. At this moment, the emotion in his heart finally broke through his worries. He chased after him, ignoring the injury on his chest and hugged the thin body tightly into his arms.
Tang Ya's body trembled slightly, and she was obviously caught off guard by being hugged suddenly.
"You have no family anymore, then I will be your family..."
Beibei's hoarse voice echoed in my ears. It was not loud but had a firmness that could not be rejected.
Tang Ya could no longer maintain the calmness on the surface, her nose felt sore, and her tears inevitably fell.
Tang Ya, you have to be strong, how can you shed tears now?
Haven't you already made up your mind not to cry anymore? Your tears should have dried up from the moment your parents died...
Tang Ya tried her best to control her tears, but the tears went against her and fell faster and faster.
Looking at Tang Ya who was gradually sobbing in his arms, Beibei tightened his arms to give the girl more warmth. At the same time, he also felt a trace of self-blame. He blamed himself for reacting too slowly, leaving Tang Ya to bear the pain alone.
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"The revival of Tang Sect should not be borne by you alone. I am also a member of Tang Sect, so please let me share some of the responsibility for you in the future. Please allow me to enter your life, okay?"
At this moment, Tang Ya could no longer hold on, as if the softness in her heart had been touched, she turned around and hugged Beibei and cried loudly.
Normally, she could only stay in a corner to digest and endure her emotions alone, but this time she felt supported. She cried very sadly, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and pain she had suffered over the past few years...