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Chapter 1678 The oldest living body

Tang Yan hugged Mu Rou lovingly and comforted this sentimental little girl: "Don't underestimate yourself, don't always try to change yourself to adapt to others, you have your own wonderfulness, and others are irreplaceable. You are us

The only one in life."

"Brother, don't worry, Mu Rou will be strong and protect herself."

Tang Yan lifted Mu Rou's delicate chin and kissed his red lips. It was rare for him to feel numb, but he showed his true feelings: "Meeting you is a gift from God to me. I will cherish it and work hard to protect you.

But you have to promise me that one day in the future, no matter what happens, you will not impulsively sacrifice for me, take risks for me, let alone risk your life for me."

"Why?"

"Silly girl, the ghost green fire is the immortal sky fire, and I am immortal. I have hell and I have the blood soul tree. Even if only my soul is left, I will be able to stand in front of you again soon."

"Yeah." Mu Rou nodded hesitantly, but is there really immortality in the world? She didn't believe it.

Mu Rou was very moved to be the holy snow lotus beside Tang Yan, and she was willing to stick to her innocence and kindness forever for Tang Yan, but it did not mean that her dedication to Tang Yan was limited to this.

She loved Tang Yan deeply, in her own way.

Her love is very silent, but no worse than anyone else's.

If one day in the future, Tang Yan's life is really in danger, and she has the ability to save it, she will never hesitate.

In Mu Rou's simple belief, the dedication of life will be the most steadfast proof of true love.

"I promise! Just be obedient! Remember it!" Tang Yan reminded solemnly.

Over the years, he has never revealed it, but he has never forgotten Jing Feiyu's prophecy. It is like a fish bone stuck in his throat, reminding him every time to protect this innocent and kind girl. But thinking about Mu Rou's ever-changing fate,

Characteristics and their own numerology are equally complex and unpredictable, so... with the passage of time and changes experienced, will each other's fate change?

Maybe, maybe not.

But he would rather believe it.

He believed that what Jing Feiyu saw might not be 100% true.

All he could do was try his best to avoid it.

Mu Rou curled up in Tang Yan's arms, blushing with shame and whispered: "Brother..."

"Um?"

Mu Rou buried her head on Tang Yan's chest, her face flushed with shame, and she whispered softly: "Meeting you is the happiest thing for me."

"What did the little girl say?" Tang Yan asked pretending to be innocent.

"Just say it once, forget it if you didn't hear it." Mu Rou stuck out her tongue playfully.

Tang Yan fondly rubbed Mu Rou's long hair and kissed her forehead: "Have a rest, open your heart, and stop thinking about it in the future. You are Mu Rou, the unique Mu Rou."

Mu Rou hugged Tang Yan tightly and fell into a sweet sleep.

Tang Yan was lying on the bed, full of love and pampering. In a daze, he really wanted to be able to accompany the girl in his arms one day in the future, live a carefree life in this world, and no longer have to endure killings.

No more exposure to conspiracies and tricks.

Tang Yan gently smoothed Mu Rou's long hair on her forehead and gazed tenderly at Mu Rou's sleeping face. At this moment, she felt at ease...

but……

The worry from the bloody man still lingered. After a long period of calm, Tang Yan fell into deep thought again, reassessing the current situation, trying to find some clues.

unconsciously……

The whole hotel seemed to be quiet, very quiet, no sound, no light. Tang Yan thought about it and felt inexplicably tired.

Tired? Tang Yan yawned for a long time, rubbed his sore forehead, looked at Mu Rou in his arms, smiled silently, and didn't think about it anymore.

there is always a solution to a problem.

Maybe the catastrophe will only be revealed when he meets Titan, and it's completely useless to think about it now.

Tang Yan kissed Mu Rou's forehead gently and fell asleep with her in his arms.

However, when he closed his eyes with a smile, he suddenly realized something. His eyelids twitched obviously, and his body seemed to be tensed up, but... fatigue and sleepiness surged through his body like a tide, drowning him.

He suddenly realized that it was too late.

With a slight groan, Tang Yan frowned and fell asleep on the bed.

This night, the night was very dark, the sky and the earth were dark, and the ancient city was quiet.

That night, the air was very cold, and there was a bit of gloominess in the darkness.

Even the normally noisy slave trading area was exceptionally deserted, with few people walking around on the streets, and many shops closed early.

Since some time...

The front and back yards of the Hammer Tower were plunged into darkness as heavy as lead. The blackness was as thick as a pool of stagnant water. There was a fine black gas floating in the air, filling the air, blending into the air, and circulating in every corner of the hotel.

, including guest rooms and wing rooms.

A white shadow floated into the hotel, like a lonely ghost in the middle of the night, passing through everything and entering the backyard in a scene that ordinary people could not recognize.

Everything along the way was silent and silent.

It never attracted anyone's attention.

Not long after, she stopped in front of a wing, staring at the dark room, and then seemed to glance into the darker corners nearby.

There……

Langya, who was on alert, had fallen down and passed out in a dark corner. Just like all the living beings in the hotel, he had fallen asleep, lost his vigilance, and lost the most basic sense of crisis.

There were hundreds of people in the hotel, all of whom, without exception, were sound asleep and had been sleeping for a long, long time.

They all experienced from calmness, to tranquility of consciousness, from inexplicable fatigue, to falling asleep after stretching their bodies. This was not an intense process, but a gradual process that lasted for more than an hour.

Without causing any irritation, the black silk and black air calmed everyone's awareness of vigilance and suppressed everyone's inner crisis until they felt tired and peaceful without even realizing it.

At this moment, everything is too late. After fatigue, the body functions become calm, which means uncontrollable drowsiness and deep sleep. Maybe... it will be difficult to wake up...

Just like Tang Yan's last moment of awakening, he still failed.

The figure in white stayed for a long time, staring at the wolf fang in the corner.

With the strength she has accumulated through countless years of survival, with the innate secrets given by the hell world, and with her extraordinary strength that surpasses all saints, it is easy to control a small hotel and several martial masters and half-saints.

But looking at the whole process, except for Tang Yan who triggered the counterattack, this "shadow" was the only one who woke up halfway and launched a counterattack just a few seconds away. If he hadn't taken the risk to subdue him, tonight's ambush would have been in vain.

Who is this person?!

Is it because of his unique bloodline or his unique martial arts skills?

Although his injuries have not healed, his semi-holy state can actually compete with the oldest life form in this world - the Hell Ghost Mother!

Incredible!

The ghost mother slowly walked towards Langya, and clasped her pale palms on his neck, intending to swallow his soul and his essence, which was like an appetizer before a big meal.

For so long, there were few living things that aroused her interest in tasting them personally.

But at this time, the ghost mother noticed that Tang Yan in the wing room had some signs of awakening, and it was very strong.

"Huh!" The ghost's emerald eyes narrowed, and she abandoned her wolf fangs and entered the room.

The room was dark and quiet. Tang Yan was lying on the bed with Mu Rou in his arms, sleeping deeply. However, Tang Yan's forehead was faintly emitting wisps of golden fluorescence, which was a special swastika seal that was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

As the light of the mark flickered, Tang Yan frowned slightly, and his body showed signs of movement, as if he was receiving some kind of call while sleeping and might wake up at any time.

Although he was unknowingly plotted by the Ghost Mother and set a trap on himself while he was having an emotional exchange with Mu Rou, Tang Yan could not be controlled so easily.

In his body at this moment, thin and transparent black threads enveloped his soul, suppressing his thoughts and trapping Tang Yan's consciousness in an abyss-like space, making it impossible for him to wake up, and his entire body functions were in silence.

But the golden light originating from the Buddha's heart is trying to drive away the black silk and make him wake up.

To put it bluntly, Tang Yan is now inhaling sleeping pills.

If at this moment, there is a sharp external stimulus that causes him to endure pain, it may be easier to wake up if he cooperates with the inner Buddha's light and coordinates the inside and the outside. But... the quiet world, the quiet space, the sleeping people, it is as if the world has lost its voice.

, without external stimulation, without external cooperation, the effectiveness of internal Buddha light is ultimately limited.

I have to say that the ghost mother's ecstasy is too overbearing.

Tang Yan was breathing heavily, his consciousness was drowsy, and the swastika seals on his forehead were glowing, stimulating him relentlessly, stimulating his body functions, and stimulating the equally silent Blood Soul Tree and Ghost Green Fire.

The Buddha's light is still there, and the Buddha's heart is firm, guarding Tang Yan tenaciously. Deep in the sea of ​​​​qi, thousands of Buddha statues are blooming with light, and the murmuring Buddha's words come and go.

The Nine Sons Ghost Mother walked to the bed, her long hair was dancing, her white clothes were floating, and the evil black air turned into a black air column, twisting and steaming, and rushed into the seven orifices of Tang Yan's face, further aggravating Tang Yan's coma.

Finally, after a long confrontation and silent suppression, the swastika seal on Tang Yan's forehead finally weakened, the struggling expression on his face gradually slowed down, and his body... slowly calmed down...


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