Today is another gloomy day, there is no sunshine, and the vegetation is still drooping on the roadside.
On the second floor of an off-white building, the windows were half-open, and the flowers on the windowsill had grown out of the balcony. Although they were not lush, they were pretty good compared to other plants.
"Dong dong dong!"
The door on the second floor was opened, and An Feng stood in front of the door holding a large flower pot, with a touch of apprehension and nervousness on his face. He spoke awkwardly: "An Bing, I found a pot of flowers. See you.
If you like it, I’ll send it to you!”
The beautiful middle-aged woman named An Bing opposite him who just opened the door was slightly startled. She neither took the flowerpot in his hand nor refused, she just froze on the spot.
An Feng was stunned, looked at the flowerpot in his hand, then looked at An Bing and said, "Don't you like flowers the most? Don't you like them?"
An Feng was a little unsure, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
"Bing'er, who's outside?" Another voice came from inside the door.
Hearing this, An Bing's body trembled suddenly, and he hurriedly closed the door, blocking An Feng's figure with half of his body.
"Let's go!" An Bing's voice was as cold as her name.
An Feng was stunned, and in a flash, he saw a face, a familiar face - it was An Yun.
Unexpectedly, An Bing chose him!
"Let's go! I have something else to do!" Before An Feng could say anything, the door was closed again, leaving An Feng standing at the door stupidly.
"Mom, he seems quite pitiful!" Xiao Ye murmured, looking at the dark figure walking away in the distance.
"Haha, no wonder this guy is still a bachelor at his age. He dares to have his love taken away by someone!" Wuyou disagreed. There is no precedence in love. In her impression, it is indeed the humorous old naughty An Yun who is better than An.
The wind is more attractive.
"Mom, the previous dream was his memory, how do you want to create it now?" Xiaoye, who had looked regretful just now, now put on a bad smile, thinking about how to fix this poor man.
"Hey, let him in, I'm curious about what it will be like when the two of them meet!" Wuyou gloated.
Xiao Ye curled her lips, but still did as she said, making little changes, but still conforming to An Feng's innermost thoughts. This is the horror of nightmares.
"Wait a minute!" The door was opened again, and An Bing, wearing a black magic robe, chased out and stood in front of An Feng.
An Feng looked at her doubtfully, a little surprised that she chased her out, but also a little confused as to why she chased her out.
An Bing blushed and lowered her head slightly. Even though she was over forty, she was still as shy as a girl: "Don't get me wrong, he... is An Yun. He is not who you think. He is my brother!"
"You came here just to explain this to me?" An Feng was a little unbelievable.
Happiness came so quickly. Before he could say anything, An Bing's soft embrace had already wrapped around his somewhat stiff body.
"Bing'er!" He whispered softly, exuding An Feng's love.
"Haha!" Wuyou opened his eyes and looked to one side. An Yun didn't know when there was an obviously older An Bing next to him. The two of them whispered happily, obviously they were a couple, but An Feng said to him in his dream.
She couldn't help but laugh a little at this excuse.
"Mom, this old man has such a rich imagination. He can actually deceive himself like this. I think he won't be able to wake up if I don't let him out!" Xiaoye curled her lips innocently.
Wuyou originally just wanted to watch the fun, but now it seemed that it was a bit too much, and he was a little embarrassed. He looked at An Feng who was still immersed in his dream, and at the couple embracing there, and decided not to play anymore.
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"Um... Xiaoye, let him out!" Wuyou said, pointing to Anfeng who had his eyes closed tightly.
Hearing this, Xiao Ye's body emitted a white light, and the halo only stopped around An Feng for a moment, before An Feng suddenly opened his eyes.
"Binger!!!"
The atmosphere was a bit strange. In the dream, An Feng and An Bing hugged each other well. When he woke up from the dream, his Bing'er disappeared, and he naturally exclaimed.
An exclamation suddenly echoed throughout the arena, An Bing's face looked a little unnatural, and various appraising eyes were looking at her from around her.
"It's you!!! It's you who did it!" An Feng gradually understood, his face darkened, and he shouted sternly.
The clothes on his chest suddenly emitted a dark luster, and a dark sickle appeared in front of him. A faint black light appeared, and the air around him suddenly became stagnant for a moment.
"No, be careful!" Ming Xuan became a little nervous when he saw the Death Scythe.
When the death sickle comes out, the souls of the dead will surely appear!
After growing up to the level of demigod, there is no magic fighting spirit anymore, and An Feng has become a good player.
"Don't go there!" Just as Ming Xuan spoke, Feng Wushang leaned out again, but was pulled back by Ming Xuan.
I saw a faint light curtain appearing on the ring, covering the whole ring. The people watching in the inner circle shivered in unison, as if they were suddenly transported into a world of ice and snow, and the surrounding temperature dropped by ten percent in this moment.
How many times!
"Oh my god, get out of the way!"
“It’s so cold!”
The sudden cold weather made the spectators miserable, but they did not want to miss the battle.
"Clang!"
Wuyou didn't know when he had taken out the Poseidon Trident. The Death Scythe collided with the Poseidon Trident, causing a harsh buzzing sound, and even a faint light of fire could be seen.
"Lord Saint!"
"Elder Dark Wind!!!"
Many temple knights screamed in surprise.
After a series of attacks, Wuyou's figure appeared under the light curtain. She did not suffer any serious damage. She danced the Poseidon Trident with great force, and could always block An Feng's attacks before he could make a move.
"Huh?" Xiaoye raised her cold brows slightly, looked over with some surprise, and her eyes moved: "Death sickle, a high-level magical weapon?"
Wuyou, who was standing next to him, also raised his eyebrows. Death's Scythe? This is an existence of the same level as the Poseidon Trident. No wonder the collision between the two did not cause any damage.
"Le Wuyou, you are going too far!" After waking up, An Feng realized that all his dreams were caused by Wuyou. He thought that he had expressed what he had not expressed for decades in front of so many people.
Before he could express his friendship, An Feng wished he could tear Wuyou into pieces.
"Well, I didn't mean it. I was just saying that I was helping you again. You didn't get it in reality, but you got what you wanted in the dream. It's okay if you don't thank me, but you still want to kill me!"
Wuyou retorted while hiding from An Feng's attack. His face was slightly flushed due to his movements, but the movements of his hands never stopped.
"Bad talk!"
"Don't be impulsive!"
"Suffer death!"
Under the ring, everyone only saw two phantoms flashing on the ring, and occasionally curses were heard.
"No!" Seeing the two equally matched combatants, Ming Xuan suddenly cursed.
As soon as he finished speaking, something new happened on the stage.
Endless cold air burst out from the Death Scythe. Wuyou was caught off guard and his arms were contaminated. Then his hand stopped. Centered on that point, dense ice flowers appeared on Wuyou's body, and the ice flowers quickly condensed into
Under the thick ice, Wuyou was firmly frozen in the ice without even having time to change his surprised expression, unable to move.
"This is the Ice of Hades!" An Yun, who knew An Feng's skill in the audience, said solemnly.
The Ice of Hades, as the name suggests, is a kind of freezing technique, with a very strong icy nature. But with the word "Hades" in front of it, the meaning is extraordinary. Gods and people are affected by it, and no one is spared.
"You'er! Let me go!" Feng Wushang broke free from Ming Xuan's restraints and wanted to rush to the stage, but Ming Xuan still didn't let go of his hand, looking at Wuyou who had been frozen into an iceman with his deep eyes.
, the eyebrows are slightly frowned.
"Believe her! She didn't dodge all of a sudden. She must have her own intentions. She needs a complete victory!" Ming Xuan's voice was low and hoarse, but it made people inexplicably happy. Feng Wushang also stopped struggling, his eyes closed.
Staring at the stage, not daring to miss anything.
If Wuyou hears Ming Xuan's words at this time, he will definitely be surprised, because he understands her so well. Even her not avoiding it just now was temporary. Unexpectedly, Ming Xuan can see through it at a glance.
"Look, the Saintess is lit up!" The sharp-eyed temple knight exclaimed. Even An Feng was a little surprised and looked at Wuyou in surprise.
In the ice, the expression on Wuyou's face was still stiff, but a flash of red-black light emerged from her body. The light was domineering. Where the energy clashed, the dazzling dark red light and the ice-blue water light instantly appeared.
Blooming, extremely gorgeous, dyeing the lead clouds all over the sky a dark red color.
The brilliance of the moment cannot be compared with the brilliance of the sun!
The extremely beautiful colors made people forget about shouting, forgetting about shouting, and even forgetting about winning or losing in this competition. They could only stare and look up at the girl who was standing on the ring, even though she was frozen, and remained calm in the face of danger.
, fight hard.
Somehow, such a scene actually gave rise to the urge to worship.
Ming Xuan's eyes were full of surprise. He held the placket of his chest and could feel his heart beating crazily in his chest. He suddenly laughed softly and murmured: "I really should ask the goddess of light to come and take a look.
She is a true goddess."
Wuyou clenched his fists. Following his thoughts, the red and black flames beat more and more violently, as if he had met an opponent. The usually small flames actually grew to the size of a torch, directly baking the ice of Hades.
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"Tick tock! Tick tock!" Shuizhu's low voice sounded on the silent arena where only the sound of gasping could be heard, touching the hearts of everyone. An Feng felt that his heartbeat was about to stop. Is this still a human being?
?Could a demigod be able to melt the Ice of Hades? Then where does the Ice of Hades get its reputation?
Is this girl a being more powerful than God?
Before An Feng had time to think about it, he felt a pain in his chest. He had been swept to the ground, and a sharp Poseidon Trident was already pressed against his chest, as if if he moved, his chest would be pierced.