"The pattering..."
The darkness faded away before his eyes, and the crimson color returned to his eyes.
"brush!"
A rickety old man jumped out of a tiny crack in space.
As soon as he landed on the ground, he immediately placed the figure on his back on the ground, and then slapped the figure hard on the left and right several times.
"Wake up, wake up!"
"Oh my God, I can't even tell you to try, but you insist on it. Do you think you are the same as you were before?"
"You are already in the acquired realm now, so what kind of space flow are you going to rush into?"
"I'm so angry!"
Cenqiaofu even wished he could give this man on the ground a few more mouths to talk about.
But he also realized it.
There is no way to wake up the unconscious person on the ground by whipping like this.
"Damn."
Gritting his teeth, Cenchofu took out the small ax from his waist, his expression turned fierce, and he raised his head high.
"Ahem..."
At this moment, the unconscious man on the ground suddenly coughed twice violently, and then...
"puff!"
The sound of blood spurting lasted only half of the time before it was forced back.
The masked man turned over on the ground at the speed of light.
"What are you doing?!"
"Forehead……"
A drop of sweat trickled down Cenchofu's face, and he stopped his hand in a sullen voice, "It's not what you think."
"What's that like?"
"save you!"
When Cenjou mentioned "rescue", he suddenly became furious.
"I told you to let me come, why can't you be obedient?"
"Are you a child?"
"Can you handle that space debris flow?"
The masked man remained silent, his eyes still focused on his small axe.
Cen Qiaofu rolled his eyes angrily: "Normal methods can't wake you up, I can only wake you up with pain!"
"..."
The scene was somewhat silent.
Cenqiaofu took two steps back, looked away, and looked at the world of the White Cave. He said "Ah" and said, "Sure enough, there is movement in the White Cave. I guess it won't last long and it will fall apart."
"..."
"Where is that storyteller guy?"
"Shouldn't we show up immediately and send the information over?"
"..."
"Oh, the weather is nice..."
Cen Qiaofu was finally embarrassed by himself. He couldn't help but turned around and roared: "You are not going to die anyway. An ax will definitely wake you up. Can I let you sleep in this situation?"
"That's right." The masked man finally swallowed back the blood that overflowed from his mouth.
He could feel that his injuries were getting more serious.
"Something's wrong."
Staggeringly getting up, the masked man glanced around and found no one.
When he closed and opened his eyes, a sword light seemed to pass by.
"nobody."
"It seems that all the guys in the White Cave, including the practitioners, have disappeared?"
Turning his head, he cast a questioning look on Cenchofu.
Cenqiaofu sighed, "You have indeed regressed again."
After gathering his thoughts, he continued: "There is a wave of Lijian grassland and a black cave entrance. It should be the key point of the collapse of the White Cave. As for the storyteller..."
Cenqiaofu's pupils were unfocused, he glanced in all directions, and said in disappointment: "That guy is very good at escaping. Basically he won't let his true identity show up to others. It's normal that he can't be found."
"What else?" the masked man asked.
"Um?"
Cenqiaofu didn't know why, "What else?"
The masked man remained silent and slowly raised a finger, and both of them fell silent at the same time.
"..."
Everything is silent.
"rustle……"
Sound of wind.
"Kaka——"
The sound of space cracking.
"Pattering..."
The sound of rain!
Cenqiaofu's pupils suddenly shrank.
"rain?"
He suppressed the head that he subconsciously wanted to raise, and turned his head to look at the head of his house in disbelief.
"Ah."
The masked man sighed, not even thinking about hiding it.
"Jinzhao Prison Sea, when will it rain again?"
Without even making any move to cover up, the masked man raised his head majestically and looked directly at the nine-day rain curtain.
It is clear that he is still an extremely weak body, but the word "retreat" does not seem to exist in his dictionary at all.
If there is a problem, other than facing it head-on, there is no messy solution.
"Yin——"
An extremely subtle but very harsh high-frequency sword sound seemed to fly out of those cloudy eyes and cut straight into the sky.
"Chi~"
The rain curtain broke.
Later.
"Pattering..."
It continued to rain unmoved.
The curtain is three feet high, tied to the nine heavens, and hangs above the human heart.
"who?"
To be continued...