At the moment when the old tree lacked vitality and its light dimmed, before Xuan Huang could feel any sadness, the third clone of God Zhu jumped out from the withered and cracked trunk, hanging upside down in front of her eyes, twisting back and forth.
at the same time.
The dagger in the short sheath with a dazzling dragon pattern became excited, and broke free from Xiao Qi's restraints, and flew towards his brother's clone.
With two "whoosh" sounds, the hanging dagger suddenly closed together, the light doubled, and twelve kinds of dazzling lights shuttled and intertwined in one place, making it more magnificent and dazzling than before.
It still dimmed suddenly, and the small dagger that merged into one suddenly broke away from the ink-colored dazzling dragon-patterned short sheath, revealing the sharp sword light.
The skyrocketing brilliance almost burned Xuanhuang's eyes.
She naturally closed her eyes and closed them for a while. When she opened them again, she saw that the dagger wrapped in a floating light was not returned to the short sheath, but was spinning around her abnormally.
Xuanhuang bent down and picked up the short black sheath, and was about to call the small dagger back when he suddenly saw it hanging in mid-air and drawing an arc.
There was a flash of white light, and the dagger actually wound into a ring and was inserted into her left glove like a dagger ring.
"Wait a minute!" Xuanhuang was startled.
Let's not say that the God-killing Blade is not sharp, let's just say that it is so cold through the damn short sheath. If it is wrapped around her bare arm like a dagger ring, won't her teeth chatter from the cold?
Xuanhuang turned around and ran away almost immediately...
Xiao Yunchen also hurriedly rushed towards her, "Huang'er, hurry up and use your true energy to resist the cold air."
Xuanhuang stopped abruptly, her energy drained from her Dantian, and her true energy protected her body. Just after completing a circle, she saw the little dagger chasing her and jumping away. She twisted her little body excitedly and wrapped around her left side with a "swish" sound.
On the wrist.
Suddenly, twelve kinds of dazzling lights bloomed in full bloom.
Xuanhuang started to run, but after taking two steps, he realized that his legs were as if they were filled with lead and he couldn't even lift them up. He was surrounded by twelve dazzling lights, and he looked at the opposite side with a slightly frightened look on his face with anxiety.
The color of Yun Chen.
What on earth is going on?
Xuanhuang focused her attention and watched the small dagger forming a ring wrapped around her wrist, shrinking continuously.
Just when she thought the sharp edge of the dagger was about to cut her, she suddenly found that the tightened edge was very gentle.
She groaned, looked down at the dagger that was gradually tightening and was now like a bracelet on her wrist, and suddenly frowned.
The pain was because that damn dagger was being deeply embedded into her skin.
That kind of embedment was quite slow, squeezing her skin and bones and blood in disguise, and seeping in bit by bit.
And the chill, the bone-piercing chill, also spreads with the flow of blood.
Xuanhuang frowned and turned her head away, not daring to take a closer look. Now she was surrounded by twelve dazzling lights, as if she was isolated from the world.
Xiao Yunchen and the others stood opposite her, shouting something anxiously, but she couldn't hear a word.
Xuanhuang fell to the ground with a "plop". Balsam Gua's little face was almost wrinkled, and he suddenly grabbed his left arm and screamed.
Wow, it hurts so much. What is this God of Death doing? Why does it want to burrow into my body? It's getting colder and colder, and my limbs feel like they've melted into a big ice cellar.
The Nine Yuan True Fire clone couldn't help but burst into flames.
If it weren't for this small ray of fire warming her, Xuanhuang felt that she might have turned into a frozen salted fish by now, woo woo.
"It hurts so much." Why didn't they come to save her?
Xuanhuang's consciousness began to become a little blurry, and he kept waving his little fist angrily, mumbling and scolding everyone, and then he didn't know anything anymore and fell asleep completely.
In the haze, I seemed to have had a special dream.
The background is an ancient and open castle.
A three-year-old girl with a chubby face slowly walked down the steps thousands of floors up, step by step. Her little buttocks twisted and turned, and she walked with great difficulty.
Suddenly, Xuanhuang stepped in the air, and his whole body suddenly shook. He opened his eyes and stood up suddenly.
"Bang" the little forehead hit something, causing a low wailing.
"It hurts so much, little bastard." Xiao Yunchen rubbed his forehead in confusion, staring at Xuanhuang who suddenly stood up inexplicably.
There was still a trace of confusion on Xuanhuang's small face, as if he didn't know where he was.
Look, there is a layer of soft animal fur underneath her little body. She is lying under a towering ancient cypress tree.
Xuanhuang blinked and suddenly stretched out his arms to hug Xiao Yunchen, not forgetting to yell aggrievedly, "Why do you not come to save me when I am in such pain, and just watch me die from the pain?"
"Nonsense, you are not dead. You are not in good shape now." Yun Chen pinched her little face and hugged her tightly, "Huang'er, how do you feel now? Are you still cold?"
Xuanhuang shook his head, raised his wrist and looked at the smooth and tender arms, and muttered through gritted teeth, "Where's the dagger?"
When Yun Chen heard her question, he immediately looked at her with a very strange look in his eyes for a while.
"What's wrong? Are you pretending to be dead and hiding?" Xuanhuang started to lift the corner of Yun Chen's clothes and shouted, "I'm going to beat it to death! Rebuild it and make it into a spittoon."
Xiao Yunchen:......
"Yunchen, why don't you say anything?" Xuanhuang tugged at him with a strange look on his face, pouted, and glanced at him a little aggrievedly, "I was in so much pain just now that I felt like I was falling into an ice cellar. I kept shouting.
Where is Yun Chen, Yun Chen, Yun Chen is ignoring me."
"Zhu Shen has completely enveloped you in a small space. We can't hear your voice, and we can only see your painful expression." Xiao Yunchen sighed slightly and reached out to ruffle her messy hair like chicken feathers.
Xuanhuang suddenly climbed up on him, bit him hard on the mouth, and waved his fist proudly, "If I hurt you, you will also hurt."
"Bad guy." Xiao Yunchen took her little hand, gently pressed it on his chest, "chirped", and kissed her on the face, "You have been dying of pain for a long time. Seeing you in so much pain makes me anxious.
I'm dying of anxiety, but the pain is thousands of times worse than yours."
Xuanhuang blushed and felt comfortable. She happily leaned into his arms and pulled a strand of black silk from him, "Yun Chen, I asked you where Death God Goes, and you haven't told me yet.
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Yun Chen glanced at her with a strange expression, and suddenly couldn't bear her cute look. He lowered his head and pecked her hard, and couldn't help laughing, "I think you should tell us the answer."