There are many ups and downs along the way in life. The flowers bloomed yesterday and withered today. Who can be independent? Fireworks bloom, enthusiasm and enthusiasm, debris flies, and the curtain ends in loneliness.
The prosperity was gone, the place was deserted and desolate. Compared with the previous few days, Ye Fan's residence was desolate.
The orphanage was quiet, with withered yellow leaves, Ye Fan coughed lightly, and the blood stained the white scarf, which was bright and shocking. He looked at the deserted courtyard and sighed.
The ups and downs of life are like flowers blooming and falling. Although there are beautiful moments, there are also dark and withering days. Everything is in the wind of the world.
The city of God remained the same as before, without any changes, but when Ye Fan appeared again, his feelings were completely different.
A few days ago, he was known to almost everyone in the world, and he was greeted constantly. In order to cope with it, his smile became numb. Now, when he appears again, although he is still eye-catching, few people come forward, and he is cold and indifferent.
When I turned around, I was pointing, talking, and sarcastic. I can understand all the different aspects of life in one day.
"After the Holy Body is over, the life of less than half a year has finally come to a gloomy end, defeated by the world and the earth hundreds of thousands of years later. In the end, no miracle has been created."
"All the saints can breathe a sigh of relief. This mountain that is weighing on their hearts will collapse on its own, and the shadow will disappear."
"Don't worry about the jewel of the Wind Clan. She will definitely not be engaged to such a Holy Body. Perhaps the Wind Clan should be thankful that there is no decision or commitment yet."
"So what if you break the curse, you won't die in the end, hehe!"
"So what if his fighting power is arrogant to the younger generation? God won't let him live. Can he fight? He can only wait to die!"
Some people sympathized, some gloated, and the expressions were mixed. There were sounds of regret and, of course, sarcasm, which added insult to injury.
Ye Fan walked in the street, feeling all this, he was very silent, without a word.
Finally, he returned to his residence. He didn't visit anyone that day. He felt that he wanted to be quiet and think about something carefully.
Late at night, in the cold orphanage, a few rays of starlight shone, making it dim and quiet.
Ye Fan began to cough up blood again, staining his white clothes with a miserable color. He wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corners of his mouth, looked up at the stars, and was lost in thought.
Suddenly, he noticed something strange. He turned around and saw a sneaky little thing on the wall peeking out. It turned out to be a little golden creature.
It successfully survived the catastrophe and transformed into a small golden unicorn, with a palm-sized face, a cute look, and big, clear eyes.
"Cough..." Ye Fan coughed up blood again.
The golden little unicorn flew over and landed on the ground. It was glowing, chubby, and swaying as it walked. It approached Ye Fan carefully, and then tugged on his trousers.
"Unlucky little guy, aren't you afraid of me now?" Ye Fan sat on the stone chair and looked down at it.
The little golden creature gave him a big white eye, and then spit out a wisp of colorful mist at him, which quickly sank into his body and turned into a warm force.
Ye Fan felt a sense of relief, as if a spring breeze had blown through the origin of his life, and his injuries had eased, but in the end nothing had changed.
"You are really thoughtful..."
Ye Fan did not expect that on this deserted night when no one came to the door, the divine silkworm would come to see him. Although it had forgotten the past, its instinct was still there and it could judge good and bad with pure intuition.
Ye Fan took out a small piece of the divine source that was left and handed it forward. The divine silkworm was immediately happy, holding it in his arms and chewing it with relish.
After enjoying the divine source, it suddenly fell to the ground, and its four unicorn calves twitched slightly, which really shocked Ye Fan. But at this time, the divine silkworm secretly opened a big eye and looked at it strangely.
"I'm addicted to pretending to be dead." Ye Fan smiled.
The golden little boy suddenly jumped up and grunted dissatisfied. Ye Fan was surprised that this little thing was actually trying to make him happy.
At this moment, he sighed and thought a lot. Simple little creatures like this are sometimes much cuter than complicated people.
Ye Fan suddenly discovered that he, who had a heart as strong as iron, was actually a little sad. In the end, it was this little thing who came to see him in the cold night. He silently touched the little golden creature.
He is not afraid of death, but he has regrets in his heart. He really wants to go back to the other side of the starry sky and see his parents, relatives and friends in the last days of his life.
"Why is this unlucky silkworm here..." Li Heishui's voice came.
"Whoosh"
The divine silkworm waved its little claws angrily, and disappeared into the night sky.
Li Heishui and Tu Fei entered the courtyard. They disappeared for a few days and asked the Thirteen Bandits for help, seeking a way to solve the problem. Only then did they return.
"Take the unicorn seeds. Although it can't be cured, it will definitely last for a while, and then we can slowly think of a solution."
The two said this. Obviously, the Thirteen Bandits had no choice. Ye Fan had already expected this result.
At daybreak, Pangbo came back, very tired. Black King followed behind, and they went to claim the demon clan's stronghold.
"The Qing Emperor's heart may be able to restore your health, and I will find a way to get it." Pang Bo said firmly.
The heart of the Demon Clan Emperor has endless vitality, but it is unknown where it is hidden. Pang Bo and the Black Emperor searched for it in the Demon Clan's stronghold for a long time, but no clues were found.
"Forget it, the injuries caused by Dao cannot be cured by external substances. Those big shots speculate that even mature elixirs of immortality are ineffective." Ye Fan shook his head, not letting Pang Bo take risks.
"If you have a glimmer of hope, try it. Even if you have to fight a bloody path, I will help you win the Heart of the Blue Emperor." Pang Bo spoke firmly.
"Okay, none of you should try your best, let me think about it carefully." The big black dog walked around, then lay down on the side and became silent.
Appearing on the street of Shencheng again, after hearing those discussions again, Ye Fan became surprisingly quiet. Even if there were sarcastic remarks, it would be difficult for him to be shaken.
"Wow, what are you complaining about when someone loves you?" The big black dog has never been a good quarrel. When he hears cold words, he will immediately rush over and raise his huge head and scream to accept people's love.
Along the way, they didn't know how many people were gnashing their teeth in anger at the big black dog, but they couldn't get angry and could only curse secretly.
"The Eucharist is about to be finished, and this damn dog is still so arrogant. I will skin it alive and eat its flesh!"
"There is not much time left. He can only linger on this mortal world for the last time. He is going to die eventually!"
The Black Emperor left and crossed the void. It said that it would disappear for a few days, and it might be able to find a way to survive for Ye Fan.
The Miaoyu Temple in the setting sun is decorated with a golden edge and is located in the clouds. There is a layer of holy brilliance flowing, which is clear and peaceful.
"Isn't this our holy body? I heard that you are ill, why don't you take good care of yourself and come here?" Wu Ziming, who had not seen you for many days, walked with some people, with a bright smile on his face.
"Yes, your health is important, so you should take good care of yourself. Otherwise, hey, when you look at the sunset, although it is beautiful, it feels so sinking." Next to him, Li Chongtian also narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"If you don't want to die, stay away from me." Ye Fan glanced at them.
"A man who is almost dead is still so arrogant. Does he still have supernatural powers? I heard that he coughs up blood every day." Someone in the crowd murmured softly.
"Quickly disappear from my eyes, otherwise don't blame me for being heartless." Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his hands, standing in the air, staring at the dozen young people in front of Miao Yuan.
Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. This was Xiao Cheng's holy body. Although he had little life left and coughed up blood every day, after breaking the curse, the younger generation was extremely afraid of him.
"Bad luck, let's go!" Wu Ziming didn't dare to hold on, so he turned around and left.
"He is going to die anyway, so there is no need to pay attention to him. God will take him away when the time comes." Someone was very unwilling and muttered in a low voice when leaving.
Ye Fan sneered and said: "Although I am not going to die soon, I am not someone you can humiliate. I have given you a chance, but you still dare to speak rudely."
"Buzz!"
The void shook, Ye Fan's golden blood surged into the sky, and he stretched out a big golden hand and grabbed it forward.
"You dare to kill us in public?" Someone shouted in fear, "Do you know who we are?"
"I haven't decided whether to kill you or not, but I will send you on your way!" Ye Fan's big golden hand pressed hard in the void.
"Snapped!"
The sky and the earth shook, the sunset glow was scattered, the sky was misty, and Ye Fan's golden hand covered more than a dozen people. The moment it fell, a piece of blood and mud spattered.
"Brother Ye, don't get me wrong..." Only Wu Ziming and Li Chongtian escaped. They were so frightened that they were scared to death, and they ran away while shouting.
Ye Fan turned his hand and clapped it again, his big golden hand covering the sky. Although both of them were in the secret realm of the Four Pole, they felt as if they were fighting against the Lord of God, and they couldn't resist at all.
"puff"
Wu Ziming and Li Chongtian broke apart and turned into a bloody mist. Although they were super strong men in the Four Extremes Secret Realm, they were still easily obliterated by Ye Fan.
In the distance, everyone who saw this scene was extremely shocked. Although the holy body was injured, its power was not reduced and it should not be offended.
The holy body cannot be insulted. Everyone feels cold in their hearts. The other party is about to die and they have no scruples at all. They must not be provoked! This is the thought that everyone has.
Especially those who had made sarcastic remarks were even more frightened. Their calves felt a little weak. Thinking of what they had said before, they felt extremely guilty, lest Ye Fan would hear and remember them.
Ye Fan glanced at the others, his white clothes fluttering, and entered the Miaoyu Temple.
One of the palaces is magnificent, with carved beams and painted buildings, and fairy mist shrouding it, just like the Guanghan Palace.
Ye Fan sat at the white jade table, drinking tea calmly and looking at the peerless beauty opposite.
An Miaoyi is extremely gorgeous, with shiny black hair, skin as good as snow, lively eyes, long eyelashes, and sexy and bright red lips. She is slim and breathtakingly beautiful, and the curves of her body are amazing and perfect.
"Little man, you made me sad." Her words were as beautiful as the sounds of nature, and she walked over lightly, like a crystal flower swaying.
"Although I have broken the curse, my time is running out. Do you want to kill me with your own hands?" Ye Fan smiled.
"I said that if you fail, I will be the first to kill you, but you are already like this, how can I bear it." An Miaoyi was smiling, very sweet and touching, but there was a trace of unwillingness in her eyes.
"No one in the world can survive, not even the emperor. I just regret that I can't return to my hometown." Ye Fan sighed softly.
"The curse has been clearly broken, why can't you change your destiny?" An Miaoyi's black hair fell down, her body was crystal clear, and a holy glow flowed out, like a flawless goddess descending into the world, she said, "What are your plans?"
"I'll come to see you tonight, then go and say goodbye to the God King, and stay away from the God City immediately." Ye Fan said.
"You finally didn't leave without a word." An Miaoyi said with a smile on her face, extremely beautiful, "What will happen to you if I fall into the world of mortals forever?"
Ye Fan wanted to say something, but she blocked her lips with her jade hand.
An Miaoyi smiled, stood up, her hair flying, and said: "As long as you can survive."
Ye Fan didn't say anything, he just looked at this incomparably beautiful woman quietly.
"I want you to survive." An Miaoyi turned around, walked to the desk, then took out an ancient scroll and said, "Remember this lesson."
"What's this?"
"More than a thousand years ago, one of Sakyamuni's disciples stayed at Miao Yuan."
"What, a disciple of Sakyamuni?!" Ye Fanteng stood up suddenly.
"You stay tonight." An Miaoyi walked over lightly.