Dream Guide

Itnut's anger was written on his face. His already ugly and terrifying face became even more ugly, and the muscles on his face seemed to be crawling with squirming locusts.

Huang Liang was very calm at this moment.

Grief is like a summer storm, violent and short-lived.

He has nothing to fear and nothing to regret.

He never wanted to be a hero, but at that moment, he decided to do something he thought was right.

The White Wolf will not be alone on the road to another world, he will soon follow him.

Itnut held the ice soul high. The spiritual power continuously coming from the distant and inexplicable void gathered above his head, and condensed into thick dark clouds together with his anger.

Thunder roared and lightning crawled like snakes in the clouds.

Huang Liang held Hong Kui's body in his arms, calmly waiting for the lightning to tear his consciousness apart, and calmly waiting for death.

He even smiled, because he saw the impatience and anger of a loser on Itnut's face.

Although he was in danger at the moment, he felt more like a winner.

He knew that the world was still full of hope, and that Martha, Lao Yu, and many other ordinary people could still live well.

The clouds are getting lower and lower, and the lightning is like a greedy snake looking for food in the clouds. It eats bigger and bigger, and finally converges into a giant python as thick as a big tree and pounces on the yellow rice.

However, at this moment, a strange scream suddenly came from the sky.

The thick clouds turned sharply, and the newly condensed lightning suddenly dispersed like a school of frightened fish, and turned into many fine electric currents squeaking in the dark clouds.

A big black bird appeared on the horizon, its huge wings whipping up strong winds and blowing the clouds into chaos.

Its claws poked out from the clouds and accurately caught a bolt of lightning, just like an eagle catching a small snake, and then quickly put it into his mouth.

Huang Liang recognized it at a glance. It was not an eagle, but a huge crow.

Giant crows catch lightning in the clouds.

Itnut seemed not to see it at all, letting the lightning condensed from his spirit fly around.

His eyes were fixed straight ahead.

Huang Liang looked in the direction he was looking, and a black spot appeared on the gray horizon in the distance.

He couldn't see anything clearly at this time, but he could already hear the sound of the pedals slapping against the ice.

What a familiar sound this is!

This voice had hypnotized him and awakened him.

He knew who was coming. What a long time no see!

For Qingmu, Huang Liang's inner emotions are extremely complicated.

It can be said that he and Qingmu are not familiar with each other. They met once in the interrogation room of the Criminal Investigation Brigade and once in Wuzhong Prison, and never met again after that.

However, these two short meetings had an extremely significant impact on his life. If it weren't for Aoki, he might still be welding circuit boards in Wuzhong prison at this moment, and would spend the rest of his life as a human being, until it completely loses its mental freedom, becomes another race or disappears forever.

It was Aoki who pulled him out of the dark abyss, making him feel the value of the world again, the warmth of family affection, and the importance of spiritual freedom.

Although the days that followed were even more lonely and less free than in prison, he was always full of hope.

During the most painful moments, he always thought of Aoki and hoped to see him.

Unfortunately, after so many years, he has not been able to do so. Until today, just when he was determined to die and prepared to leave this world, at this last moment, he came.

The sound of tapping footsteps became louder and louder, and the figure on the horizon gradually became clearer. You can see the hem of his windbreaker gently fluttering in the breeze, and his iconic, messy chicken coop-like hair. .

For some reason, Huang Liang's nose suddenly felt sore, his throat was choked, and his eyes became moist.

His lips moved, trying to speak, but no words came out.

He hugged Hong Kui's body tightly in his arms, and tears finally rolled out of his eyes.

If you come a little earlier, just a little while, just a little while!

Or you might as well come a little later, just a little while, and I won’t know anything anymore!

This is simply a bloody plot in a bloody novel! Please author, can you not write like this? Can the sensationalism be done to a certain level? If you weren't handsome, ugly, poor, and a pitiful person, I would fly out of the screen and beat you into a pig's head.

Along with Huang Liang's endless complaints, the sound of kicking and tapping became louder and louder, echoing between heaven and earth.

The clouds are getting lighter and the lightning is getting sparser. Not long after, the sky became bright again, and the nine suns, like seats arranged by the gods, quietly watched the stories happening in the world.

Yitenut recovered from the shock and anger, looked at Aoki coming from the opposite side and said, "You are finally here."

"But I'm still late." Qingmu glanced at Hong Kui, who was leaning in Huang Liang's arms, and Horenheib, who was lying on the ground.

"I know my people can't stop you. But I don't understand, how did you catch up with me?" Itrut asked, "This road to heaven is not something ordinary people can find. If it weren't for a white wolf leading the way, , and I can’t find the mysterious Chayak Holy Land.”

The giant crow that was still hovering in the clouds just now returned to its normal appearance. It flapped its wings and landed on Aoki's head. It croaked and said:

"I've been following your croaks, but you didn't notice me, you big stupid mummy!"

"Quack..." It glanced at the situation at the scene, rubbed its head with its wings, and said with a bit of self-blame, "I just turned back to pick him up, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this!"

Aoki raised his hand, touched the crow's feathers, and said, "It's not your fault. Even if you were here, you might not be able to handle this big mummy."

"Oh, he looks a bit powerful. Then the two of us can definitely defeat him!"

Horenheib, who was lying on the ground dying, reminded: "You must be careful, he has the soul of ice in his hand. The environment here is very suitable for exerting its power. I have tried my best and can't help you. Take this …”

He struggled to grab half of the Fire Soul next to him and handed it to Aoki.

Itnut laughed loudly: "You are a descendant of Tosho, the guardian of the Holy Land of Fire. Even you can't fight against me, so what's the use of letting others hold half of the Fire Soul?"

Aoki took the Fire Soul from Horemheb's hand, weighed it in his hand, and said, "That's enough."

Itnut said: "Although you were once a son of Gaia, you cannot master the power of fire better than Horemheb. What's more, you only have half a fire soul."

Aoki took a few steps forward, and suddenly there was a black stick in his other hand.

He said: "Don't forget, I still have a complete wood soul in my hand."

Itnut smiled and said: "Only fire can restrain ice. But on the edge of this Chayak Holy Land, even if you have a complete soul of fire, it will not help, let alone just a soul of wood?"

"You only know that ice and fire are in conflict with each other, but you don't know how the five elements are mutually reinforcing."

Aoki connected half of the Fire Soul to the top of the entire Wood Soul. The two sacred staffs were connected like grafted trees.

"There is a saying in an ancient Chinese book that says, 'Fire is born from wood, and any disaster will be overcome.'"

As he spoke, his body suddenly turned into a mulberry tree, growing crazily on the ice field.

The branches danced in the air, and the roots twisted and twisted on the frozen ground, extending into the invisible distance. The trunks of the trees were like mountains, and the crown of flowers soon covered the entire sky.

And every branch and leaf of this tree is burning with blazing flames...

Thanks to Jamil’s Mr. Mu for the reward