Long Jinyu looked at the woman with flowing green hair and smiling eyebrows in front of him, and then looked at the unconscious Blood Prison Douluo next to her.
A stick of incense is just right.
He was silent for a moment.
The corners of his mouth raised and he smiled.
Taking the poem Blue Star as a guide - this thought is quite interesting.
I didn't expect to meet the members of the Nine Guards again on such an occasion.
"Lan..."
He repeated the word softly, as if savoring the flavor, "Good name, it suits you very well, I like it."
He stretched out his hand and gave it a virtual support:
"Get up. From now on, you don't have to kneel anymore. I will leave my back to you."
Lan stood up, his sky-blue eyes reflecting the profile of his face.
She did not say, "My subordinates accept orders," nor did she say, "I will protect you to the death."
He just responded softly:
"Lan, I'm happy to oblige."
In a word, as light as the wind.
But Long Jinyu heard the weight inside.
"And--"
He paused, his gaze resting on Lan's face for a moment, "Stop calling me 'Lord', it sounds awkward. Just call me 'Jin Yu'."
Lan's eyelashes trembled. After a moment, she nodded slowly. "...Jin Yu."
"Hmm."
Long Jinyu responded, raising the corner of his mouth slightly, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the explosion in the cave. Thick smoke was still billowing, and the fire was disappearing and appearing.
Sister Yu should have returned to the Medical Pavilion safely with Sister Grandmaster.
Those Soul Saint, as "human bombs", may have killed and injured most of them in the explosion.
But there are still two Titled Douluo and three Soul Douluo. They will not die so easily. They may be crawling out of the ruins at this moment, preparing to escape.
You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you are dead.
"Now--"
His voice returned to calmness, and the messy battlefield was reflected in his strange eyes, "It's time to clean up the other rats."
Lan listened to the sound of the wind, and the breeze moved slightly on her fingertips, holding the unconscious Blood Prison more firmly, and whispered, "To the southwest, there are two running away. Do you want to survive?"
Long Jinyu nodded. "Try your best."
He stepped forward, his silver hair flying in the night wind.
Lan looked at his leaving figure, pursed her lips and smiled softly.
"This little master... is actually more interesting than imagined."
She lowered her eyes to hide the smile that was flowing in her eyes, and her figure swayed slightly, leaving only a faint fragrance on the spot, and people followed her.
Two figures, one silver and one green, disappeared into the dense forest at night.
the other side.
Nightmare Douluo no longer remembers how he crawled out of the ruins.
He only remembered that green figure.
When she walked into the cave, there were no footsteps, no soul power fluctuations, and even the air did not tremble. She just appeared at the entrance silently, with green hair hanging down, and the dragon's horns glowing warmly under the green soul-guided light.
Like a person walking out of a painting.
The next second, he realized that he couldn't move.
Not being restrained, not being suppressed.
It's time, pause was pressed.
His consciousness was still running wildly. He could see the emerald-haired woman slowly walking towards the container, saw her fingertips light up with emerald light and accurately cut into the rune chain, and saw the space teleportation pattern light up under her feet.
He saw everything.
But his body couldn't even lift a finger.
He could even feel his heartbeat - thump, thump, thump - every beat was as slow as struggling in the mud.
I don't know how long that process lasted. Maybe it was only a few breaths, maybe it was a century.
When he finally regained control of his body, the cave had exploded.
It wasn't the container that exploded - the container had been taken away.
The ones that exploded were those Soul Saint.
The Fixed Soul Cannon Shell on their bodies was tied to the container. Now that the container was broken, when the green-haired woman's "time control" ended, those delayed explosion runes were triggered at the same moment.
Eight Soul Saint, eight balls of fire.
In the sealed cave, the power of the explosion was repeatedly reflected and superimposed by the walls. The gravel cracked, the air waves were like knives, and the blood-red mist mixed with gunpowder smoke filled every corridor.
Nightmare Douluo immediately opened the Soul Power shield.
His reaction was quick enough.
But the shock wave still made his blood surge, and his eardrums buzzed. He staggered and held on to the wall of the cave, and felt the sticky warmth in his hand - the blood of someone unknown.
"Cough, cough cough--"
The voice of Abomination Douluo came from behind. He crawled out from the rubble, half of his robe was burnt, there was a cut on his face, and blood dripped down his chin.
"Where's the person?! Where's the woman with the emerald hair?!"
Nightmare has no answer.
He closed his eyes and looked out with his mental strength - nothing. The suffocating sense of oppression had disappeared.
"Gone." He said hoarsely.
Abomination Douluo was stunned for a moment, then punched the rock wall next to him, and the gravel fell down.
"Didn't Master Holy Son say there is 'insurance'?! How could--"
"Shut up."
Nightmare glared at him, "Now is not the time to talk about this."
He raised his head and looked towards the depths of the corridor. The entrance to the cave was originally blocked, but now it was mostly blocked by rubble, with only a few cracks letting in the faint moonlight.
" Where is Master Blood Prison?"
Abomination Douluo touched the scar on his face.
They all heard the noise outside - the roar of Soul Cannon bullets, the crashing air waves of Soul Power.
Master Blood Prison is still fighting with that woman.
No, maybe already...
They dare not think further.
"Let's go." Nightmare said hoarsely, "Exit through the crack on the side. Don't take the main entrance."
Abomination Douluo wanted to refute, but in the end he just nodded.
They squeezed out through a rock crevice that only allowed one person to pass through.
The night wind blew in the face with thick smoke and the smell of blood.
Nightmare Douluo took a deep breath, determined the direction, and then swept toward the southwest without looking back.
Abomination Douluo follows closely behind.
Two figures galloped under the moonlight, like bereaved dogs.
They dare not fly with Soul Power - they are afraid of being locked and tracked.
He just clung to the treetops and ran as fast as he could.
After running a certain distance, Abomination finally couldn't help but said, "Who is that woman...?"
Nightmare didn't stop. "I don't know."
He could make time stand still. This was the first time he had encountered such an opponent.
"Could it be... that 'Gu Yuena''s subordinates? Why did they want to save that girl?" Abomination asked.
"Alas..."
Nightmare shook his head, "Don't ask, just run. It's important to save your life."
Abomination clenched his fists. "Then Master Blood Prison..."
"If he can escape, he will naturally come to us. If he..."
Nightmare is not finished yet.
He didn't want to say that "what if".
The two figures continued to walk through the forest, and neither of them spoke again.
There was only the sound of the wind and the soft sound of dead leaves being crushed underfoot.
I don't know how long I ran, but the shadows of the trees in front of me gradually became sparse.
Nightmare Douluo felt relieved.
It's almost time to leave the mountain.
The magnetic field in this forest is affected by the aftermath of the battle between several strong men. Soul guidance signals can hardly be transmitted, and it is easy to lose direction when flying.
As long as they are out of the range of Sunset Forest, they can use Soul Tool to fly at full speed, and even contact the teacher for help.
He picked up speed and was about to pass through the last bush--
The wind stopped and the chirping of insects suddenly stopped.
A silver-white figure descended from the sky.
The moonlight fell on her long hair, flowing with a cold silver glow.
She just hovered in mid-air, her purple eyes lowered, looking down at them.
It's like looking at two ants that have strayed into a forbidden area.
Nightmare's footsteps were deeply rooted in place. Even Martial Soul was trembling instinctively - like a hare being stared at by a hawk in the sky, even the idea of escape was nipped in the bud.
Abomination Douluo subconsciously wanted to retreat, but found that the surrounding space seemed to be frozen. It was not the physical confinement of "time stands still" - he could obviously move, but his intuition told him: as long as he takes this step, he will die.
He took half a step back unwillingly, Soul Power surged in his palms, but Nightmare held his wrist down.
"Don't move!"
Nightmare's voice trembled.
He recognized it.
This face, these purple eyes, this silver-white dress--
Last time I was at the Yanhuang Lingyun Medical Mansion, I drank their "Gu Yuena".
"S-Senior..."
Nightmare Douluo gritted his teeth, cupped his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "We are just pawns following orders, no offense intended. If seniors have any instructions, I'll wait for you--"
The silver-haired woman didn't answer.
She just tilted her head slightly and looked in a certain direction behind them.
Nightmare followed her gaze--
Nothing.
But the next second, a crisp wind blew from that direction. There was a faint fragrance of grass and trees in the wind, and there was also a smell that made his scalp numb.
Is that the emerald-haired woman?!
No, that's not right.
The breath is different.
Lighter and colder, like the first gust of wind that passes over the earth in early spring when the ice and snow first melt.
Nightmare Douluo's pupils shrank suddenly.
The silver-haired woman finally spoke, her voice cold and unhurried, but it made his blood run cold:
"Have you run enough?"