There is a child living in the hearts of Yang Ya and Hui Huan.
It's just that one is a good boy and the other is a bad boy.
Yang Ya never hesitated to kill someone, so the blind old man passed away peacefully.
If it weren't for the [Lost Soul Cloud] hanging over his head, then he really got what he wanted and went to bliss.
It was just that the little girl encountered a sudden change in one breath. In a pool of blood, she wanted to cry but had no tears. She randomly grabbed a small knife on the back cabinet and stabbed Yang Ya on instinct.
The little girl let out a roar of unknown meaning, like a desperate and confused little beast.
When Yang Ya heard this voice, he felt that it seemed familiar and couldn't help but frown.
"You, wait here!"
Yang Ya turned around and ran away.
He wants to pursue Huan Huan.
He wanted to capture Hui Huan and ask him to kill this little girl and complete the murder target.
At this time, there is still a little more than a quarter, about a thousand breaths, before the next hour opens.
After Yang Ya left.
One hundred breaths later.
The little girl whose face was covered with abscesses was at a loss for a long time, then suddenly sat down at the dining table, took out a bowl of soup from the stew pot in front of her, and placed it firmly in front of the table.
In the bowl, something weird happens.
On top of the soup noodles, there is a small figure, a Taoist priest in black, riding a black horse.
The Taoist priest holds a black flag, and the horse has six eyes.
Among the noodles in the soup, there was a woman with a rosy body and a very graceful posture, swimming leisurely.
The woman swam back and forth in the bowl, and finally stopped, revealing her head, and it turned out to be a big man with a beard. The big man opened his eyes, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes looking forward to the shining woman.
The man asked: "Do you think that blond boy will come back?"
The Taoist priest in black immediately lowered his head and replied: "I don't think he will come back."
The man asked again: "Can such a person be our deputy leader?"
The Taoist priest in black chuckled twice: "I think the half-demon boy is more suitable. I think he has a bit of a religious demeanor."
"Oh? What do you think of the one named Lu Ran?"
"I can't tell, my subordinates can't understand this person, but I always feel that this person has some unpleasant smell."
"Yeah, it's a smell that's annoying, but I miss it very much."
"You run away and save your life."
The man who couldn't tell the difference between male and female finished these two sentences, let out a long sigh, and suddenly jumped out of the soup, turned into a golden carp, and disappeared into the void.
"It's an order."
The Taoist priest in black closed his eyes and nodded, and the black horse jumped into the air, chasing Yang Ya and Hui Huan.
The little girl with pustules on her face sat there without blinking, motionless.
In the dense forest.
Hui Huan was running towards the peaks of Wan Mountain.
My mind went blank.
I know I did something wrong, I know I'm going to die, I know I'm stupid.
But that’s all I know.
The road was deserted, not even an animal was seen.
"Chicken's Crown Peak" is also so far away that no shadow can be seen.
How much time do I have left?
Will I ever see Kochiko again?
How far am I from death?
With six hundred breaths left, Yang Ya caught up with Hui Huan.
"Come back with me! It's not too late!"
Yang Ya's face, in the shadow of the backlight, looked a little scary.
Hui Huan lowered his head and murmured to himself: "I won't go, I can't, I can't do it."
Yang Ya said again: "Go back with me!"
"I..." Hui Huan didn't look at Yang Ya, tried to get around and continued running forward.
Yang Ya kicked Hui Huan to the ground.
"A person like that will suffer while alive!"
Regardless of Huan Huan, he got up and continued walking forward, not looking back anyway.
"And I've already killed the old man. Do you think the little girl can survive?"
Yang Ya flew around and punched Hui Huan hard again.
Hui Huan didn't fight back or dodge. Yang Ya punched him and knocked him to the ground again.
Get up and keep going.
"Are you fucking listening to me? This little girl is hopeless. If you don't kill her, she will fall into the mouth of a wild beast."
Yang Ya hurriedly cursed: "Go back!"
There are still four hundred breaths left.
When Hui Huan gave up, he didn't give up his thoughts, but gave up his resistance.
"You really don't understand!" Yang Ya roared, "Giving them a good time is sometimes the greatest mercy!"
Yang Ya began to drag Hui Huan back, like dragging a dead dog that had given up everything.
There are still three hundred breaths left.
"Those two people have problems to begin with, there are too many doubts, and why don't you think about it, we were together, you died and I lived, and it would be so shameless for me to go back to Lu Ran's place!"
As Yang Ya said this, he was already using all his strength to suck milk.
There are still two hundred breaths left.
Hui Huan suddenly said: "Yang Ya, apologize to Ke Zhizi for me. Over the years, I have been too cold to her. I also apologize to Lu Ran and me for causing him to enter this [Futu], but I myself Give up first.”
"Shut up. If you die, I will use the 'Resurrection Tower' to resurrect you, then kill you again, and resurrect you again."
Yang Ya was really about to be pissed off by Hui Huan.
There are still a hundred breaths left.
"Yang Ya, I want to drink water."
"Shut up!"
"Yang Ya, I want to eat."
"Shut up!"
"Yang Ya, I want to go to the toilet!"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
Fifty breaths left.
Yang Ya had already seen the chimney of the hut in the forest, with its pointed tip exposed.
"Yang Ya...can I go to Ji Le to see my dead second brother and mother soon?"
"What the hell, have you forgotten what's above our heads?"
"Ah...what did you say..."
"[Lost Soul Cloud] Ah..."
"...Mom, how could I forget this..."
There are still thirty breaths left.
Yang Ya had already seen the small lake, which reflected the blue sky, green trees, his stinking face, and the dead dog behind him.
There are still twenty breaths left.
"Yang Ya...why am I not dead yet?"
"Shut up, don't die!"
There are still ten breaths left.
Yang Ya has reached the lake.
Without thinking, he threw Hui Huan out and outside the fence of the hut.
Fly across the lake by yourself.
Five more breaths left.
"Get up!"
Yang Ya took out the [Demon Transformation Gourd].
"Get up!"
There are still three breaths left.
Yang Ya turned into a puppet insect.
Two breaths left.
Yang Ya "wears" Huihuan on his body.
One more breath.
Yang Ya broke open the fence and flew into the house.
"Goodbye, Yang Ya."
Yang Ya didn't have time to look back.
boom.
A bolt of lightning, one ten thousandth of a breath away, but with billions of power, struck down angrily.
It directly hit Huihuan's Tianling Gai behind him.
The huge power instantly destroyed everything around him.
The hut was reduced to ashes, and most of the lake water was evaporated.
Yang Ya felt his eyes go dark, his body relaxed, and he passed out at the same time as Hui Huan.
At the same time, above the [Futu] in Jumu Guanxing Pavilion, Jumu Tianjun discovered that the total population of [Futu] had undergone an incredible change.
The Red Immortal column had originally dropped to seventy-nine, but suddenly, one more person was added.
This is the only number that has increased in [Futu] so far.
What is going on? Where does this number plus one come from?
Jumu felt that he was a little hungry again.
Some people died, but not completely...
