Rebirth of the sickly loli with special hobbies

Strong currents of wind whizzed past my ears. The whirlwinds in different trajectories blew air in different directions, making this space even more dangerous.

Ye Youran took out a small porcelain bottle from the Mosha Ring.

That was the fountain of life that Han Ruowan gave her.

Now that dangers were lurking everywhere, she could not wait for the healing effect of the elixir. She drank the spring water directly, and after a dozen breaths, her hands were slightly itchy and tingling. She still did not frown and watched coldly.

Ye Youran at this moment was so cruel that it was shocking.

The sense of crisis all around her and the screams of pain in her body made her suddenly feel as if she were alone in the end of the world, having to endure everything alone.

However, her brows were burning!

A warm current flowed through her body, and her heart felt warm, bathing her in warmth.

She smiled fearlessly, her pale and dry lips slightly opened, leaving a few bloody cuts, but she was still immersed in a feeling of joy.

That man has always been there!

What to do, I like him even more.

Ye Chenyuan, wait for me.

Her eyes gradually became sharper, she clenched her hands which had returned to normal, and looked at the flame.

A small red flame like a ghost fire burned quietly, like a drop of blood floating strangely in the darkness.

Ye Youran slowly approached it, and the temperature of her body instantly rose a lot, but the flame did not move at all, and remained standing quietly.

This flame was the center of the strong whirlwind. Now that it was exposed, it was as dead and silent as if it had no life.

Ye Youran frowned and looked at the flame in front of her. The scorching temperature and scarlet color all showed that this flame was extraordinary.

She turned and looked away. Strong currents and whirlpools like hurricanes were looming in the darkness. She stroked the corners of her mouth and took out the Frozen Divine Bow again.

The divine bow exudes a hint of coldness, like a piece of shining glass in the darkness, crystal clear. The bow has a beautiful curve, making people love it.

Draw the bow, nock the arrow, and aim.

Ye Youran used his supernatural powers and poured all the energy into the ice arrow that appeared. With a "swoosh!", it shot out suddenly. The arrow flashed with a cold light and hit one of the strong currents.

However, after some friction, it was broken into pieces by the external airflow.

Not enough power.

She lowered her eyes and nocked the arrow again.

The supernatural power gathered again, the center of his eyebrows became hot, and a powerful force flowed from his eyebrows into the ice arrow.

"call out!"

"Boom!" A strong current exploded, revealing a cluster of red flames, burning with a faint red light.

The two wisps of strange fire seemed to sense each other instantly, and they quickly collided with each other, gathering into a ball, burning warmly and joyfully.

Ye Youran raised her eyebrows with interest and looked at the bright red strange fire.

“Do you understand me?”

The strange fire did not react at all.

Ye Youran nodded in understanding and flew towards it on her own, but the moment she flew up, she noticed the difference in this space.

heavy.

The feeling of flying in the air became heavier, as if someone had added some weight to my body, and I needed more strength to fly in the air.

Ye Youran pursed her lips, flew towards the strange fire, and said: "I will let you see the light of day again, you have to follow me!"

The strange fire burned quietly, without any difference.

She didn't care about it at all. She held the Frozen God Bow in one hand and drew the bow with the other hand. She gathered her greatest superpowers and the power between her eyebrows to shoot more strong currents. She repeated this countless times. The impact force roared in this space. After an unknown amount of time, the strong currents around her were completely cleared, and the pressure became heavier at the same time.

Strange red flames burst out one after another, filling the space with flames, more dazzling than the stars. The temperature had risen to a scorching level, as if there was a sun next to me, my skin was slightly red, and it was burning badly.

Her clothes were worn and bloodstained, and Ye Youran's face gradually turned pale. The consumption of strength and the increase of spatial pressure made her stagger and walk with difficulty as if she was carrying a mountain on her back. However, she still persisted in shooting arrows one by one to blast the strong current and collect the flames.

As if she had determined it, every time the strange fire merged with more flames, she would rub against it and repeat the words countless times: "I will let you see the light of day again, you must follow me!"

Like hypnotic words, as the flames grew stronger, they finally received a hint of response amid the numb changes.

After merging with another wisp of flame, the flame that had been unresponsive suddenly began to rotate slowly, and the blood-red color seemed to come alive and became bright and compelling.

At this time, the flame also tentatively approached Ye Youran.

Ye Youran's eyes lit up. She looked at the strange fire that was approaching cautiously, raised the corners of her dry and pale lips, and stretched out her hand.

The flame paused, but did not retreat.

Ye Youran slowly lifted it up and said again the words that had been spoken countless times: "I will let you see the light of day again, you must follow me!"

The flame was ignorant and fell into the pair of slender little hands. The scorching heat instantly turned into warmth and comfort, like a spring breeze, making people feel refreshed, stretching their limbs, and enjoying a hearty joy.

Ye Youran lifted her sore legs and took a difficult step towards the distance, step by step, carrying the ball of red fire to continue its journey of growth.

..--.

However, the Kyushu continent at this time was immersed in a strange and cautious atmosphere. Not even a trace of literary anecdotes dared to cause any laughter in Kyushu.

Because Lord Yeyang was angry.

He forcefully brought the thirteen people who came out of the Divine Road back to Yeyang City in front of all the messengers, imprisoned them all, and locked them up in a dungeon.

It is said that every night in Yeyang City, there would be cries of crying and wailing, so miserable that all passers-by would feel a chill in their hearts and look panic-stricken, not daring to associate anything.

How could Lord Yeyang, such a gentle and elegant person, do such a thing...

The talented people coming from Qianchuan are a piece of fat meat that all the major forces are eyeing and can sprinkle with any seasoning. Such a talent that is easy to train and cultivate is a point that no force will ignore. Lord Yeyang's move will definitely disrupt the election this time. How can other Lords sit idly by and watch?

However, before the other gods came to him, God Lord Ye Yang spoke first, causing shock and confusion on the Kyushu continent.

He said that he would never give up even if he killed a million people by mistake in the matter of the road to the gods! If anything happened to her, Ye Yang would live in nine provinces of the mainland! Everyone, please pray that she is safe.

Sen Han's smiling words resounded throughout the Kyushu continent. His voice was as elegant and low as ever, but the anger and murderous intent in his words made everyone panic. They all looked at each other in shock, with horror on their faces.

who is she?

It actually caused Lord Yeyang to be so obsessed that he even took his anger out on the Kyushu Continent!

This shocking act had already shocked the whole of Jiuzhou half a month ago, but now, in the dark inner hall of Yeyang City, there was a thick bloody smell.

The unicorn looked majestic, and the embroidery on the white robe was lifelike. The man standing at the top of the continent was staring at a strange pattern on the ground in a trance. A bloody hole was half open in his right palm, and blood gushed out and flowed to the ground between the hideous flesh and blood, merging into the pattern and disappearing. The splashed scarlet stained the corners of his robe, like a gorgeous plum blossom blooming. But he had no intention of stopping the bleeding, just staring at the pattern that swallowed the blood in a trance.

The power he had passed to Ayou's brow was rapidly dissipating. How could he do this?

How could his protective power be not enough for his Ayou?

In the gap between the continents, time flows in the wrong direction. Half a month has passed here, but over there it might have been January, February, or even October!

That's too late.

Instead of breaking through the space to find her, it is better to give her more power.

Help her to break out of her cocoon and become a butterfly.

The blood was still spreading, and a man was mumbling something in a trance.

Ah You... Ah You...