Xiaosha had already come back from his anger at this time. He seemed to feel Zhang Yang's discomfort. He looked at Zhang Yang's shoulders. There, there was a black bat. As the black bat kept sucking, the skin on his body began to slowly turn golden. At this time, it might feel that such licking could not meet its needs. It opened its mouth wide and its two golden teeth bit Zhang Yang's body hard.

"Damn it." Xiaosha fell into anger again, because the bat lying on Zhang Yang's body was the vampire he had killed before. He stepped forward and was about to kill the guy who deceived him. At this time, the black clouds in the sky could not hold back, and a lightning bolt that was even larger than before was slashing towards Zhang Yang again.

A huge light came. The black bat had just bitten open Zhang Yang's shoulder and was about to eat, but was shocked. Before he could react, a huge energy suddenly appeared on Zhang Yang's body, which shook it away. The lightning in the air was about to touch Zhang Yang's body. He had no strength but opened his eyes. His dark eyes quickly glanced around. Then, he raised his arm, stretched out his fingers, and lit the light that had hit him. The magnificent light disappeared silently. Then, his dark eyes looked at the black cloud in the sky. That's the same. He stretched out his fingers and was a little empty. Everything seemed to have never happened before, and the black cloud suddenly disappeared.

Xiaosha frowned tightly. He watched the bat that turned from black to yellow quickly running towards the west. He did not stop it, because after Zhang Yang two points to eliminate the black clouds in the air, the dark eyes had already looked at him. Zhang Yang stretched out his fingers again, but the target was not Xiaosha. He pointed at the white tiger on the ground. The white tiger turned into a white light and drilled into Zhang Yang's chest, leaving a tattoo of white tiger-like shrinking that was countless times in his heart.

Zhang Yang withdrew his hand and slowly stroked his chest a few times. His dark eyes finally fell on Xiaosha. Xiaosha took a few steps back. This time his anger finally did not arise. He looked at Zhang Yang cautiously, and looked at the finger he pointed at him. The finger was so natural, so naturally that he could not resist at all and was confined in the air.

Without any struggle, Xiaosha knew that struggle was of no use at all. He just stared at Zhang Yang. The other party's dark eyes put too much pressure on him. The other party stood there like a god. There was no sound of wind around him, but he heard a huge roar. He knew that it was the anger in the other party's heart, the anger that could tear himself into pieces.

Under the calm lake, the hidden waves were the most dangerous. Xiaosha looked at Zhang Yang with a calm expression and felt the huge anger hidden in his heart under his calm surface. He was wondering why such a great anger was not vented? What was he waiting for him to beg for mercy? The relationship between cat and mouse had completely changed from Zhang Yang's pointing through the black clouds in the air. He was playing tricks. Xiaosha finally decided on this idea in Zhang Yang's dark eyes.

"What is he struggling with?" Xiaosha was ready to be torn to pieces by the other party, but the other party only locked him in the air, and then kept staring at him, making him feel scared.

"Restrain." Zhang Yang slowly spoke out the first word after he was hit by lightning.

"Want to imprison me?" Xiaosha was shocked. He was not afraid of death. Death was just the beginning of the next cycle of reincarnation. However, he was afraid of being imprisoned. He would definitely not be able to survive such a dark day, so he began to struggle violently. As he struggled, he gradually felt that the power exerted by Zhang Yang on him was gradually weakening.

"Restrain." Zhang Yang spoke again and said the same words as last time.

"Go to die." Perhaps Xiaosha's struggle played a role. After Zhang Yang finished speaking that word, he suddenly vomited blood from his mouth, and then he fell to the ground. Xiaosha took the opportunity to get rid of it. A sharp sword appeared in his hand, and he swung the sword and stabbed Zhang Yang's chest.

With a "ding." Xiaosha had to stop the sword that stabbed Zhang Yang's chest. It was not that he stopped, but that he could not stab it at all. Xiaosha pulled open the collar of Zhang Yang's chest. On Zhang Yang's chest, the small white tiger was closing its eyes to rest. On its head, a green leaf stopped there, and it was this leaf that blocked the sharp sword and Zhang Yang's chest.

"This..." His handsome lips began to tremble a little. He knew this leaf, and he also had a piece on his chest. If it weren't for that leaf just now, he might have been opened by the white tiger. The only difference between Zhang Yang's leaf and Zhang Yang's green leaf was that there was a hint of red swimming in it.

"Haha...so that's it, so that's it." Xiaosha laughed a few times, then leaned down, picked up Zhang Yang, and galloped towards the peak of Emei.

On the top of Mount Emei, the black palace is floating strangely in the air, and the ink-colored body perfectly merges with the night. Even if day comes, it will never appear in the eyes of mortals. No one knows when it began to appear there. Long time is enough to make people forget many things, and forgetting can be said to be the best way to protect themselves. Only by knowing how to forget can you heal your wounds. Only by knowing how to forget can you keep the pursuit of the pursuit unstoppable. It is rare to be confused, but in the end it is better to forget.

Forgot him or her, perhaps they are forgetting them, the wounds at that time, the pains at present, the pains at present, the pains that cannot be forgotten, the pains that cannot be forgotten, look back at the moment, if the memories become empty, do you still remember, and whether he or she has forgotten me?

If you don’t recall, will you not remember? If you don’t remember, are you forgotten? Maybe it’s just like people often say, don’t say, don’t forget.

Zhang Yang lay in the palace. He knew that he had forgotten a lot of things. The faint pain in his heart made him curl up constantly. On his chest, there were some red green leaves flowing. Below the green leaves was a tattoo of a white tiger. He stretched out his hand to explore the tattoo with difficulty. His eyes were staring at the walls around the room, which was the same black as his eyes. It was the color of a dream, a black dream.

The black palace, the black night, but the black has never been the main color of the palace. In the center of the palace, Zhang Yang looked at his eldest disciple calmly, and the fiery red color wrapped around him, like a scorching sun. The black silence around him could not be contaminated with him. In this palace, he is the sun that never travels west.
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