After awakening the memory of the world

"Tell me, my child, what do you see in the corner of God's eye?"

The breath of the wind and the flow of time stagnated in Ji Qingyan's eyes. His vision was lost in this illusory sea, but his power became stronger. He turned his head to look at Zhan Fengzhuo, and said in a steady voice, "Your Xingyuan is a stolen ability."

Zhan Fengzhuo stretched out his hand to catch the frost and snow on the ground, and the ice spread away from his side. He just smiled when he heard Ji Qingyan's words. The index finger controls the direction of the ice crystal.

"It's too much to talk about stealing, senior brother," Zhan Fengzhuo shrugged helplessly, "I'm just collecting them."

Zhan Fengzhuo took out a syringe from his pocket, and the liquid glowing with cold blue stars was slowly injected into his neck, and his expression soon became dreamy, as if intoxicated by the pain.

Ji Qingyan patted his palms lightly, his figure flickered in mid-air, and he turned to avoid Xiang Xingfengzhuo's attack.

Zhan Fengzhuo slowly withdrew his hand, there was still a trace of Xingyuan remaining in his palm, his eyes moved back slowly, and he grinned weirdly.

"Then let me see..." Zhan Fengzhuo said in a low voice, "I've changed my mind, you should just die here."

Ji Qingyan's pure black pupils are also changing, and bright gold expands from his irises, as if they are burning.

"You will regret it," Ji Qingyan said indifferently, "I won't stop this time."

The golden butterfly was burning, constantly surrounding Ji Qingyan's side, the broken books were reorganized in the golden light, and new curse seals were recorded on the original pure white pages at this moment.

The smile on Zhan Fengzhuo's mouth widened, and his eyes were full of crazy fighting intent. When the frost and snow condensed into needles and fell, the sound of huge explosions echoed here.

The spear was condensed in Ji Qingyan's palm, and the sharp blade slashed at Zhan Fengzhuo's face in an instant.

One blow failed, Ji Qingyan swung Hongying, clenched the handle of the gun, deflected the blade like a dragon, and stabbed towards Zhan Fengzhuo.

"I will drive your soul out of this body," Ji Qingyan gritted his teeth.

Zhan Fengzhuo's smile became vicious: "We'll wait and see."

The sound of star energy colliding explosions constantly destroyed everything around him. Ji Qingyan avoided the icy frost and snow, and left from the condensed ice layer. He avoided Zhan Fengzhuo's crazy attack. Sheath, Ji Qingyan shook his hand and threw the spear at Zhan Fengzhuo.

The sharp tip of the blade brushed against Zhan Fengzhuo's cheek, and Ji Qingyan tilted his head subconsciously at the last second.

The cold ice slammed Ji Qingyan hard on the wall, and the spider web-like cracks slowly spread behind him. Ji Qingyan coughed up a mouthful of blood, trying to struggle to break away from the ice-covered wall. place, but his arm was twisted, he groaned in pain, gritted his teeth and looked at Zhan Fengzhuo.

"I knew it a long time ago," Zhan Fengzhuo sneered, "Dr. Ji, your hands are very clean."

"All resistance will only be an extension of your pain, but I will give you relief," Zhan Fengzhuo looked indifferent, with sharp ice blades condensed in his palm, and walked slowly in front of Ji Qingyan.

"Your soul will have eternal life, free from the pain caused by the body." Zhan Fengzhuo whispered, at this moment his eyes became heavy and affectionate, as if he was staring at his beloved.

Ji Qingyan endured the severe pain, blood poured out from his mouth and nose, the feeling of suffocation and ice-cold constantly wrapped him up, as if he was going to be pulled into the quagmire.

"There is a pomelo tree in front of my house. It is silent in winter, reveals green leaf buds in spring, flourishes in summer, and brings a good harvest in autumn. Every time this time comes, grandma will hold my hand and enjoy the pomelo tree. Under the tree..."

The immature children's voice echoed in the bright classroom, and the warm sun shrouded Ji Qingyan's body. He seemed to feel the happiness of childhood, indulged in the past, he was just an ordinary person, without too lofty ideals, There is no heavy burden, let alone too many worries.

He owns grapefruit trees, lemon tea, paths under the sun at noon, and the love of his grandmother.

Ji Qingyan's irises returned to the same blackness as usual, his breathing was weak, and he recovered from the false warmth, he looked at Zhan Fengzhuo, and saw the approaching blade, he had no fear, blood soaked Wet his back, and soon it was covered with ice and snow again.

"Everything is meaningless," Ji Qingyan said in a breathless manner, his complexion was pale, and the escaping blood froze into ice.

A pale golden halo floated from under Ji Qingyan's body, the cold blue formation spun, and the overlapping gears overlapped in an instant, turning into arrows and attacking Zhan Fengzhuo.

Ji Qingyan escaped from the solid ice. He shook off the icy frost and snow from his body, swallowed the blood in his throat, and leaned against the experimental table with a hunched body.

The cold arrow pierced Fengzhuo's shoulder, and crimson blood soon gushed out.

Ji Qingyan was very tired, he was so tired that he couldn't even lift a finger, the last blow took all his strength, the pain spread from his back continuously, he was very tired, his hands Unconscious, the cold enveloped him.

Is it already the limit, Ji Qingyan thought, his vision dimmed, and his ears rang, the shadow of death enveloped him, Ji Qingyan struggled, his eyes were covered with red bloodshot.

"You're right..." Ji Qingyan said in his hoarse voice, broken blood fell from his mouth, he coughed as hard as if he wanted to cough out his own lungs, for an instant , The severe pain hit him, making him a little dazed.

"I don't dare to take anyone's life, not only because I don't have the power," Ji Qingyan said with difficulty, the blood was coagulated on his chin, and there was dark red blood on his pale knuckles.

He then said: "I am afraid of death, because I am weak, so I can only rely on others to live."

Ji Qingyan showed a crying and smiling expression, he admitted his weakness painfully, his heart ached as if it was broken, tears fell down his eye sockets, winding a shallow trace, and soon came back again. Disappeared.

Xingheng slowly turned half a circle, the sky was dark, the wind and rain were about to come, and the twilight fell, Yaotai Mirror started another day of normal work, the streets were bustling with people, and the bright business district was still very lively.

The supercomputer Aurora located in the central star is constantly processing news, the general record is brightly lit, and the executive bureau stands silently in the cold wind.

The special car is speeding on the highway, followed by the emergency hospital and the commissioner, and they are speeding through the night.

At this moment, each of them is praying that they can arrive sooner.

The price of life is too heavy.