The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

Chen Fan replied loudly, even with a smile on the corners of his mouth. He slowly sat down, leaning on the shabby stone statue behind him and said: "Can you sing to me again, that unknown ballad?"

Wangyou wiped away his tears, nestled in Chen Fan's arms, and opened his mouth lightly. Chen Fan's thoughts seemed to be drawn to the time when the two met for the first time.

The tune is tactful, the voice is crisp, and the singing is ethereal, but different from the original grievances, this time the song of Wangyou is full of a ray of sunshine.

The singing voice spread far away, along the ruined temple, into the whole world.

The cold wind that had roared all night finally stopped, and the heavy snow seemed to have stopped raging, the sun rose as usual, and the soft light shone on the earth.

The whole world, like ice and snow, slowly melted under the sun's rays, turned into warm breath, and turned into a stream of overflowing heat.

In this way, earth-shaking changes occurred in Chen Fan's eyes, as if in the blink of an eye, he returned from the world constructed by illusionism to the northern wasteland, in the bottomless pit, in front of the succubus.

In a sense, Chen Fan lost this bet.

Because he finally failed to withstand the illusion enchantment, he chose to raise the butcher knife.

But on the other hand, he did not lose because Chen Fan used his actions to influence the person who arranged the illusion.

The soft light looked at the succubus whose body was bound by the chain, Chen Fan stared at the tearful eyes, and said softly: "Worry, one day, I will save you from the sea of ​​suffering!"

The little beggar in the ruined temple was the succubus in front of him, but Chen Fan didn't like the name.

In his heart, there is only worry!

Wangyou remained silent all the time, without saying a word, just waiting for his **** and white eyes, fixedly looking at Chen Fan.

After a long time, she opened her mouth and said: "Is this the feeling your human race said? What kind of feeling do I have for you?"

At this moment, Wangyou's voice has lost its charm, but faintly carries a sad and beautiful meaning.

Chen Fan couldn't answer Wangyou's question. He didn't even know what kind of emotion he felt about Wangyou.

Obviously it was the beginning of a gambling, and the outside world was just a moment, but Chen Fan spent his entire life in fantasy.

He clearly remembered the memories in the illusion, remembering the acquaintance and acquaintance with Wangyou.

Remember every night that you snuggle together, and that beautiful, unknown ballad.

Slowly shaking his head, Chen Fan's dry voice sounded: "I don't know what kind of affection is between us. It is like family love, but it seems to be mixed with other feelings. Sorry, I can't give you the answer for the time being! "

Wangyou slowly closed his eyes, and at the same time, in the underground world of this northern wasteland, all the blooming soul evil grasses withered.

Everything, as if back to the beginning, Wangyou's eyes never opened.

Looking at the scene at this moment, Chen Fan suddenly felt his heart twisted, and slowly broke a stalactite. He used the sword of life and death to carve it into a blossoming peony.

Placing the peony flower in front of Wangyou, Chen Fan opened his mouth and said, "As compensation for the disappearance of the soul evil grass, this is a gift from me. When I return next time, I will definitely help you out of trouble!"

After all, Chen Fan turned away, and an unknown ballad bloomed with his leaving figure.

In the ballad, Chen Fan...heard hope for the first time!