When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

As Yu climbed up, the stronger the wind, Jianjian stuck his whole body close to the steps so as not to be blown off the bottom of the cliff by the wind.

There is an abyss under your feet, and the cold wind above your head. One step back is death, and one step up is life rather than death.

Jianjian walked extremely hard, his cheeks were red and purple from the cold, his body was already numb, and he was climbing up mechanically, with only one obsession in his mind.

After two days, there was no land under my feet, only a vast expanse of white snow.

The cliff above the head became steeper, and the sun gradually revealed, but the scorching heat did not bring any warmth.

Every step is a biting pain.

The vision in front of him is wide, and after climbing the last corner, Jianjian saw the land not far away.

Not daring to slack off in the slightest, Kanjian stepped up to the last step cautiously.

Both feet stepped on the land, and Jianjian knelt down weakly on the ground, his body that had been tense for two days had already froze.

If you lie down here, you will never get up again, and the whole process will be in vain.

Jian Jian put his hands on the ground and climbed up from the ground. The Tongtian Pillar is not far away, and the flower field is close at hand. With this belief, Jian Jian took big steps and ran to the distance.

For two days, the Tathagata Buddha stared at the image in front of him without blinking, and the strength in his hands was added to Jianjian from time to time.

The raging wind rushed straight at Jianjian, almost blowing him off several times. Jianjian opened his arms and hugged the steps tightly.

It wasn't until Tathagata Buddha couldn't hold his strength and let go that Jianjian slowly got up and continued to move forward.

After many secret struggles, Jianjian climbed to the top of the mountain, but Tathagata Buddha was defeated.

Endure this for a while longer, and Yuan Yuan will come back, Tathagata gave up his strength and looked at Jian Jian's figure silently.

Stumbling to the front of the Tongtianzhu, Jianjian twitched the corners of his mouth that he hadn't seen for a long time, showing the brightest smile.

It's ten thousand times better to finally reach this point than not waiting for the flower field.

"Hana field!" Kaneken called out refreshingly against the cold wind.

Memories are chaotic, Huatian thinks about Jianjian all the time, suddenly there is a sound next to his ear, and Huatian opens his eyes, like a dream.

"And..." The voice was suppressed in his throat, but Hua Tian couldn't make a sound.

Under the ravages of ice and snow, the throat could not make a sound.

Seeing Kaneken's distressed appearance, Hanada was aroused for a moment, and his feet fluttered in the air, driving the iron chain to rattle.

He clearly told Wei Zhi to take good care of Jian Jian, so why did he come up alone.

The top of this snow-capped mountain is the forbidden place of Tathagata, why can Jianjian come up.

Hanada didn't dare to think about it.

"Ahhh!" Like a lunatic, Hua Tian kept screaming in the air, but he couldn't force him to retreat even a little bit.

Kaneken waved to Hanada to signal him to stop.

Huatian shook his head, but couldn't say a word, couldn't move an inch, extremely helpless and desperate.

Things deviated in the opposite direction, and Huatian had already locked himself up, unable to recover.

"You'll be down soon." Jianjian shouted towards Huatian, trying not to let the corners of his mouth drop down, and the tears in his eyes not to roll down.

"Ah..." One after another roared over the strong wind, frightened the ice and snow away, rushed out of the mirror, and lingered in Tathagata's ears.

Tathagata lowered his face, clenched his palms tightly, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, and the roar was particularly abrupt, piercing and hardening the eardrums.

If he delays any longer, Jian Jian is afraid that he will regret it.

If he could die with Huatian, it would be a good way to return, but even this cannot be achieved, it is better to let Huatian live more comfortably.

Jianjian is originally carried by the wind, there is no root or source, so just go with nature.

This life has been accomplished by Hanada, and the years Kanken has lived have already surpassed everything else.

This life is enough.

"Hanata, live well."

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, Jian Jian pulled out the blade and quickly dropped the knife, the hard blade pierced into the atrium, suffocating pain.

The blood blooms in the white snow into a enchanting mandala, which is brighter and more vigorous than any other flower in the world.

Jian Jian lay down on the ground, unable to close his eyes for a long time, it turned out that the process of dying was so long.

Facing Huatian, he finally saw his tears, and Kaneken was a little bit reluctant.

His vision gradually blurred, and Jianjian was so sleepy that he was dying, he tried his best to hold his eyelids, took another look, and finally took another look at Huatian.

It was pitch black, and Kaneken slowly lost consciousness.

Looking at the bright red underfoot, Huatian was stunned.

Jian Jian fell, and Jian Jian, whom he cherished so much, fell in front of him.

For the sake of the undead on the island and the people he cherishes, he is willing to come to the snow mountain to suffer, and he will not hesitate to die.

But Jianjian only has Hanada in his eyes.

The most frightening scene happened, but Huatian didn't even have a chance to save her.

The four eyes met, watching the light in Jianjian's eyes gradually fade away, Huatian reacted, a sudden throbbing pain in the apex of his heart, and immediately expanded infinitely to his whole body.

Opening his mouth wide in shock, Hanada completely lost his voice.

A layer of light and turbid spiritual energy lingered around Jianjian's body, slowly spreading out, enveloping the space where the flower field and Jianjian were.

The iron chain was slowly opened, and the flower field was lowered into the ground.

The ice and snow under his feet melted around Jianjian's body, and the blood that fell from his heart quickly spread to the junction where the ice and snow disappeared, giving birth to countless flowers.

The aura envelops Jianjian, and Jianjian's red and swollen cheeks dissipate blood stasis and return to fairness.

The flower field that had just fallen to the ground couldn't move, his arms were bound by iron chains with bloodstains, he stepped on the ground with his feet, and moved to Jianjian with his head on the soft lawn.

Tears mixed with blood, dirty the whole face.

Pushing hard with both feet, Hanada slightly propped up her whole body, and Jiang Jiang could see Kanen Ken's pale cheeks.

The arm held the tight and firm fingers stiffly, but he didn't leave with the ice and snow, the coldness pierced his heart.

Jingmei's model kept smiling, like sleeping.

Pressing close to Jianjian's cheek, the gurgling tears could not cover Jianjian's cheek.

The person who wants to protect the most, the person who wants him to live well, has the same desire as himself, Huatian should have known.

You shouldn't leave quietly, and you shouldn't leave Jianjian to bear it alone.

Jianjian's death was caused by himself.

His eyes went dark, and Hanada fell directly beside Kaneken.

Just let this heart stop with Jianjian, he doesn't deserve to beat anymore.

The top of the huge snow-capped mountain was gradually dyed with a layer of green grass fragrance, expanding outwards at a leisurely pace.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, spring covered the entire mountain, and the snow-capped mountain, which never melted for life, changed its appearance overnight, and it was always spring all the year round.

In the circle surrounded by aura, two people lay quietly on the soft lawn, head to head, cheek to cheek, butterflies flew past lightly, for fear of disturbing the two.

Tathagata came to the top of the snow mountain, waved his sleeves angrily, and the violent snowstorm came from the north again.

There was a whirl in the air, the ice and snow turned into soft drizzle and fell, the flowers bloomed more vigorously, and the butterflies played more happily.

The drizzle wet the Tathagata's robes, and the Tathagata stood in front of the spiritual circle, glaring at the flower fields.

Die, how could it be so easy.

Stretching out the wide sleeves, Tathagata took the flower field into it, looked at Kaneken on the ground, sneered and turned away.

Jianjian is just a small episode in Yuanyuan's life, and he is the one who is always by his side.

In the lonely years, someone finally accompanied me.