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However, the northern suburbs of Baoshan were under fire, thunder was rolling endlessly, sand waves were boiling like waves, and the undercurrent was raging with gunsmoke, breaking everything in Xiangning and harmony.

The sand waves are more than ten meters high, scorching and steaming like boiling water, and a pair of men and women in it struggle with death, rolling on the scorching sand, constantly avoiding the touch of the hand of death.

The shrapnel shot out unscrupulously, the piercing sound shook people's hearts, the sharp wind burned the skin, and the hot sand steamed everything.

"Ahem..."Ouyang Xinlan was tormented, her potential was overdrawn, her body and mind were already haggard, and she tried her best to resist both internal and external torture, and the situation was already precarious.

She was unwilling or unwilling to die, and fought against death with all her strength, fighting in the sand for a promise, a trace of affection, a point of attachment, and a wisp of unyielding thought.

"Yangguan, wake up, wake up!" Ouyang Xinlan struggled to fight more than once, but the consumption was too great, and her delicate body was already seriously overdrawn and couldn't bear it.

She faced a desperate situation, but she still did not give up, rolling in the sand waves, dodging the shrapnel of the soul chaser, while constantly shouting Yangguan and fighting with a strong hope.

Perhaps there is only one last hope left, an unswerving prayer to death, an unrealistic and ethereal dream, which will not be abandoned or given up......

Time seems to have frozen, minutes and seconds are as long as a century, so slow and tormented have been filled with bone marrow, and in a trance there is only pain, boundless torture, endless destruction......

"No, I won't give up, I will never ......" Ouyang Xinlan gradually ran out of oil, her bright eyes had been eclipsed, and she was weak, but she still hugged Yangguan and rolled to dodge, fighting endlessly with her only remaining consciousness!

A new round of shells came again, the charming people had been exhausted, and they had tried several times in a row to no avail, helplessly showing a bleak smile, with two tears in the corners of their eyes, dazzling, satisfied, and disappointed......

Suddenly, she was waiting to take one last look at the man in her arms, and she recognized each other in the afterlife under the imprint of memory, with great nostalgia and heartache, and she couldn't let go...... The delicate body suddenly rolled on the left side......

"Well..."Ouyang Xinlan's eyes were shocked, her mind instantly crashed, a cannonball exploded right on the place where she rolled away, shrapnel roared, continued her thoughts, and tears of happiness gushed out!

Her delicate body trembled slightly, stimulating all the potential around her, and she opened her mouth to bite on Yangguan's neck, imprinting this moment, alerting the man in her arms not to give up on himself anymore, leaving a deep imprint and blood!

"Uh-huh, fool, why are you so stupid?" Yangguan woke up, to be precise, the self woke up, bid farewell to the indoctrination of his teacher, and integrated a new life thinking.

In fact, his pain is better than that of coquettish people, too much, too much, his mind is constantly struggling, his body is completely out of control, and he has entered a rare realm, a war without gunpowder, and it is extremely dangerous.

The warmth in Yangguan's mind still exists, and the scenes are clearly visible, which makes the body and mind happy and yearning, intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves, avoiding a guilt, a point of incompetence, a touch of unforgivable ignorance, a wisp of martyrdom, and sinking into it......

How can the grace of nurturing be repaid? To whom is the blood revenge? Gone, nothing left, shattered everything, thoughts, kindness and warm dreams, the pillar no longer exists, as if the sky is falling apart, and the future of life is darkened!

The moment Yangguan saw the ruins, the whole person was stupid, and the crazy demon tried to run on the dark sand, knowing that it was gone, but he kept digging with his hands, and he didn't care about the blood staining of his hands, looking for a comfort, a trace of sustenance, and a sincere warmth... Gone? Nothing left?

"Ahh

Yes, he doesn't want to live anymore, who he wants to live for and fight for? All over the body, everything is the gift of the teacher and the teacher, that is all the wealth of life, the spiritual wealth, higher than the sky, like the depth of the sea, how to give up?

is gone, there is no trace of bone powder left, and the mind is also falling apart, wanting to split inch by inch, there is no hope of repaying the favor, who is it for? Sand or air?

At that moment, Yangguan's thinking entered an extreme situation, guilt overflowed his body and mind, remorse filled his bone marrow, and he entered a dead end without hesitation and followed the footsteps of his teacher!

He repaid his kindness wholeheartedly, tried his best to repay his affection, and used practical actions to prove his stupidity for more than ten years, and only guilt was left to support his immature soul, and he chased the murderer in order to repay his kindness, even if it was Longtan Tiger's Den.

However, the last thought was reduced to ashes, and the pillars of Yangguan collapsed and shattered cleanly, and he instantly lost the faith of living, and felt that it was practical to pursue his mentor and leave this bloody and dirty world!

As a result, Yangguan instantly entered the state of the dead soul, an unbelievable situation, churning in his mind, life and death, the struggle between the puppet and the self, a war without gunpowder smoke and blood.

There is a trace of unwilling soul in the underworld, with the spirit of Haoran forever overlooking the common people, a will to stand up to the sky, unyielding, and never say die to kill the evil Haoran righteousness!

Death will shattered and vulnerable in front of him, turning into fragments and reassembling into a new soul, which seems absurd and strange.

At the same time, the body enters a state of loss of control, without sense, smell or hearing, but the sight remains, which is the window to the soul and the insight into what is happening.

It is precisely because of witnessing the tenacity and sacrifice of life of a charming person that I shocked my heart and aroused the desire to survive, which invisibly accelerated the speed of integrating the soul, and anxious the soul every second.

Because the situation of the charming person is worrying, the potential that bursts out is getting weaker and weaker, shaking his soul, touching a bit of emotion, and the ripples are like stormy waves impacting the soul, so he tries his best to accelerate the integration, and relentlessly tries to control the body.

Ouyang Xinlan was tormented, Yangguan was still excessive, she had tasted the double torment of internal and external attacks, like the torture of one hundred and eighty layers of hell, struggling every minute and second, and the cry touched every trace of soul!

Burn, let me move, I must not watch the delicate people die, no, move, my body is my decision, ah......

Yang Guan resisted recklessly, burst out with infinite fighting spirit, and awakened the power of control at the last moment, and hid in the bomb crater with lightning speed, holding the charming person tightly.

"You belong to me, don't seek death again!" Ouyang Xinlan's tears continued, extremely relieved and worried, still worried that the little man would not be able to get out of the cage of spiritual shackles!

"Woooo (To be continued.) )