Feng Lan roared and quickly turned around.

A piece of snowflake fell on the forehead, and the coldness penetrated the heart and could not move.

The oriental fish white deep in my mind, a layer of ice mist faintly formed below.

Feng Lan felt so tired, getting more and more tired.

The whole world is like an animal that only slowly climbs forward, and it walks on the animal's fur.

Nearly exhausted.

It's about to suffocate.

Just close your eyes and you will never open again.

I can no longer feel the existence of other things, or even myself.

Only the thermos cup that was tightly clasped with both hands was real, floating with wisps of light green mist.

Feng Lan subconsciously hugged the thermos in his arms.

The thermos cup is getting colder and colder, casting bone marrow.

“Ah~”

Feng Lan let out a strange roar and struggled hard.

“Wow~”

He opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was holding a small black axe in his hands, afraid that he would be taken away.

In an instant, another person's memory poured into his mind... No, it was Feng Lan's memory that forced it into another Feng Lan's memory.

He suddenly stood up, turned his head and ran back, tripped by the corpse under his feet, struggled to get up, walked slowly back, and then turned his head and ran. As he struggled back and forth, the memories of the two Fenglan gradually merged and the person gradually calmed down.

The mentality of programmers who have experienced the storm and waves of bugs - indifferent and light winds and clouds plays a strong role.

"How can I go back without a thermos cup and mysterious wolfberry water?"

The facts are in front of you, and you can only deeply impress this life goal in your memory.

Then, face the status quo correctly.

Feng Lan of this body is only ten years old, with a beautiful peach face and a standard longan, and she is so weak.

Three months ago, both parents died and were sold to a foundry shop as a hard worker.

Ten days ago, the Lord of the Flame City led a very small number of elites to escape. Then, the Flame City was besieged by mutated monsters and strange birds.

Tian Lan, a thin boy, actually used his ancestral double-edged axe to cut out a mountain of corpses and preserve the casting workshop alone.

All of this is because he is dominated by hatred.

It was the Lord of the Flame City who killed his father and forced his mother to death with evil ancient rules. Their bodies were thrown into mass graves.

Click ~.

He suddenly angrily slashed out the small axe in his hand and into the head of the monster.

"You call me a coward? Is it a false descendant of the great master? I want you to know what is fear of being scared, what is blood flowing, and what is blood debt and blood repayment!"

Feng Lan is shouting with his bloody heart.

"The descendants of the great wizard?"

Feng Lan was stunned and carefully read the memory.

Flame City.

The largest family of the Suo and Feng families were born in the past. The Suo surname is descended from the Paladin, and the Feng surname is descended from the sacred great master.

To this day, the family of the surname Su and Feng are left, becoming descendants of the Paladin and descendants of the great wizard who were ridiculed by the whole city.

Feng Lan's father was killed by the Lord of the Lieyan City because of his identity as a descendant of the Great Master.

An old man named Long saves Feng Lan's life.

The red snake skin, gray incense burner, and black double-edged small axe are ancestral objects passed down from generation to generation by the Feng family and are the relics of the great masters that have been firmly believed in for generations.

The black double-edged small axe is black every year, making the descendants of the Feng family forget that it was originally a golden axe.

The gray incense burner does not belong to this world.

"The sea of ​​embers, outside the time, at the full moon, the yin and yang are in chaos, and the moon is well and the moon is full."

This was the night ten days ago, and the old man named Long told Feng Lan the secret of the great master.

This old man was killed by Feng Lan after a strange transformation.

Feng Lan will remember the most important clues firmly and not think about vague things.

Now, we should focus on how to survive.

"Xiao Lan, when they abandoned the city, they took away all the seeds and food from the city, buried their conscience, and treated us like pigs and dogs."

The middle-aged man in a gray shirt has a blushing face and a strong face. He carefully climbs up the mountain of corpses and speaks to Fenglan.

He didn't finish his words.

"Uncle Suo, let everyone share."

Feng Lan said even more, the moment he sat on the lion's head, he felt as if he suddenly lost his strength to support him and fell down. He covered his face and cried bitterly, constantly shouting "Dad" and "Mom".

During the ten-day hard battle, the abandoned people were crowded in the casting workshop, feeding on carrion, and surviving with difficulty.

However, Feng Lan did not save his parents.

He covered his eyes with tears and burst into tears.

The harsh beasts roared and birds roared, interrupting Feng Lan's crying.

The tide of monsters rose again, like the black clouds rising from the sky, sweeping across the sky and covering the sky.

The city of flames is completely in its shadow.

Feng Lan held the axe and looked at each other, silent as a mountain, like a lion looking at the flock of sheep.

The strong wind whistled, and the sound of the saxaul of blood-clothed clothes was blowing.

Don't be afraid.

Don't be sad.

Don't suffer.

Just take revenge.

Uh, then, go back.

The monster beasts and birds of prey attacked like a tide, coming from all directions, quickly gathering into an orderly attack formation, and rushed straight to the top of the corpse mountain.

It seems that Feng Lan is a solid rock that blocks the torrent, and the torrent that does not know that the turning must be broken before it can relieve the hatred in his heart.

No matter what form the monster launches an attack, there is always one that rushes to Feng Lan.

Then, one after another, lined up in a very orderly manner, allowing a small black axe that was nine inches and five minutes long to be killed.

Feng Lan couldn't figure out what was going on, it's the same thing for ten days.

The double-edged small axe inherited from the Feng family was only useful for chopping firewood from the ancestors.

"Unless, the black axe is really the relics of the Holy Supreme Master, and it changes like a monster beast and raptor."

This is the only thing Feng Lan can think of and the only thing that can be explained clearly.

It is very difficult to determine that a small axe that changes like a bloodline.

The mountain of corpse continues to grow taller, thicker, bright red, and green blood drifts.

The mysterious green blood never solidifies. Not only does it not attach to the corpse, but it will seep out of the corpse as much as possible.

The corpse of wild beasts with green blood flowing dry is a lifelike appearance after being drained from the blood. Silver buds with pyramid-like appearance grew on the bones.

"A cone, a pyramid?"

Feng Lan was distracted, and a vulture with one-eyed blood pupils came in an instant, and his jagged sharp beak pecked at his head.

Feng Lan instinctively raised his left hand to block it, and mechanically cut the vulture's beak with his right hand.

In an instant, the vulture's whole body shivered and suddenly stopped.

The black axe cut off the sharp beak and slashed towards the head, killing the vulture.

This is the first time Feng Lan clearly saw the real situation of the monster that was attacking in front of him.

No wonder, they all seemed to deliberately stretch out their heads for the small axe to chop them.

There is no doubt that Feng Lan has a force on or around him that can cause a fatal blow to the monsters and birds of prey - whether the part is the soul or something else, it is unknown.

At noon, the tide of monsters receded again.

Hiccup~.

Hiccup~.
To be continued...