"Xiao Ying, go help Chao Yan." Su Mingan said.

"I can only get close to her and call her back. I can't get involved in a battle of this scale." Xiao Jingsan shrugged.

"Chao Yan... so strong?" Su Mingan originally thought that Xiao Jingsan and Chao Yan were on the same level.

"Look at the flames on her body." Xiao Jing pointed three times, and the red flames rising from Chao Yan's body covered the sky and the moon, as red as blood, burning the sky like dusk.

"That's the flame at the cost of her life. One point of price, one point of gain. She has always been a life-burning style of play. Either her life will end first, or the enemy's life will end first." Xiao Jingsan's eyes

Flashing through the haze: "If you think, Lord Angel, that she can't defeat the tentacle monster, we can only pull her back and make a decision."

"Go ahead." Su Mingan said.

"Okay." Xiao Jingsan was worried and Zou Yuqing accompanied Su Ming'an, and pulled Zou Yuqing up into the sky together.

On the sand, Su Mingan was sitting alone in a wheelchair, looking at the heroic flames.

Until the sound of footsteps stepping on the sand came from behind.

"...I've heard about his name for a long time, and this is the first time we meet." Su Ming'an said calmly without looking back.

The footsteps paused for a moment, then took a step closer.

The jet-black hair fluttered with the sea breeze, and the star-shaped black nails reflected the light of the fire. The visitor and Su Mingan stood side by side, and the flames burning across the sky stretched their figures extremely long.

"...I've heard about his name for a long time, and this is the first time we meet." The visitor responded with the same words.

They said the same greeting, but they had completely different moods.

The sky was dark tonight, but the flames burned extremely brightly, and the blue crescent moon in the sky could not be seen. Su Mingan looked up and saw Su Wensheng's slightly dark black eyes.

"My guess is that you are unwilling to accept your own death, so you thought of a way to reshape yourself?" Su Mingan said.

"I wouldn't do such a thing." Su Wensheng smiled.

Su Ming'an looked sideways, and the black-haired young man smiled brightly, revealing vague dimples, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"In my impression, you are already dead." Su Mingan said.

"Death is not the end." Su Wensheng said.

Su Mingan squinted his eyes slightly:

"I smell the blood on your body... Did you kill those who coveted Ying's body? Or did you help them cut up Ying's body?"

"I will not desecrate the bodies of heroes, so I punished them." Su Wensheng said.

"Why do you want to kill Ying?"

"To lure you here."

"Just for this? You killed him?"

"Yes." Su Wensheng replied with a smile.

Su Mingan felt that this arrogant Su Wensheng was completely different from the Su Wensheng in his impression.

"Are you the black version of Su Wensheng?" Su Mingan said: "You are reborn and live a new life. Do you want to make everyone who looks down on you regret it?"

Su Wensheng's brows frowned slightly, and he glanced at Su Ming'an lightly:

"Do you judge a person as black or white? The high school student Su Wensheng who is willing to die in order to meet the savior is white? The Su Wensheng who dares to take action against the savior and even kills the savior's clone is black?"

"No, you are too different from the Su Wensheng in my memory. He was a sunny and cheerful child, and you..." Su Mingan could clearly feel the difference. They were two different people.

Su Wensheng heard this and laughed from his throat:

"Yeah?"

"But five months ago, you were also a sunny and cheerful child. Now you are also a darkened version of Su Ming'an."

The coast is quiet.

The sound of crashing waves was drowned in the silence, and neither of them spoke.

The salty sea breeze hit Su Mingan's closed eyelids, and he suddenly said:

"Is Daju resurrected?"

Su Wensheng's eyes trembled, and his smile was obviously filled with anger.

Su Mingan is asking - if you can resurrect everyone, will you resurrect the dead orange cat?

The orange cat buried under the sycamore tree represents your past, your unwillingness and struggle in the past nineteen years, and the justice that has never been buried in your heart. Now it is sleeping in the earth, but you are awake.

Will you still rush into the art classroom as recklessly as before? Is your blood still hot?

"..."

Su Wensheng did not answer him.

Under the blue crescent moon, Su Wensheng's back was facing a large, dense halo of light, with broken cold light flashing in his ears.

Su Ming'an couldn't determine whether the smile on Su Wensheng's face was because he thought it was another person's past and had nothing to do with him. Or he was laughing... mocking his past self.

"Lord Angel - I brought Chaoyan back!" A cry came from the sky, and Xiao Jingsan fell from the sky.

Su Ming'an looked sideways and saw that Su Wensheng had disappeared, as if Su Wensheng just wanted to chat with Su Ming'an.

A hot hug approached, Chaoyan's hair swept across Su Ming'an's neck, she landed beside Su Ming'an, her fingers rested on Su Ming'an's shoulders, like a hot iron that was about to melt, soft and hot.

"It's...you..." Chaoyan whispered, her breath was also hot.

"Leave here first." Su Mingan said.

The tentacle monster raised its thick tentacles and attacked here. Zou Yuqing lit up the talisman and set up a defensive barrier, but it was interrupted instantly.

"This - how strong is this monster?" Zou Yuqing's face turned pale. She was at the fourth level after all, but she couldn't resist even one tentacle.

Seeing that the tentacles were about to beat her into pieces, Chaoyan suddenly turned around and struck out with his sword. Vermilion light rushed out and collided with the tentacles, causing a violent explosion. The next moment, the tentacles split apart.

Zou Yuqing had a lucky escape.

After wielding the sword, Chaoyan's face became noticeably paler, and her pupils seemed to be on fire, covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes. Her breath became increasingly hot, and her whole body seemed to be burning.

She stared into Su Mingan's eyes, and even though she felt uncomfortable, she smiled rarely:

"You... are fine... just fine."

"Actually... I thought... I could beat it..."

Her pupils were glowing with a vermilion color that was on the verge of breaking, burning and sincere.

Xiao Jingsan hung on the left armrest of the wheelchair, and Zou Yuqing hung on the right armrest of the wheelchair. The two of them were like two dried intestines, floating in the air.

Chaoyan's body couldn't bear to hang like this, so Su Ming'an could only hold her in front of him. Her body was as hot as a soldering iron. Even though she was separated by clothes, Su Ming'an still felt a scalding pain from everywhere in her body. Her hot cheeks were pressed against her body.

On his shoulders, the breath he exhaled was extremely hot.

Su Mingan breathed softly, enduring the pain and letting the wheelchair go faster. He could no longer care about the pain all over his body and could only hold her steady to prevent her from falling.

She became like this in order to save him. Last week, she must have suffered more horrific pain when she died - she kept fighting until three o'clock in the morning, until she finally died of exhaustion. Her pain was his number.

Times as much.

"It's okay, relax..." Su Mingan felt that she was still tense, and the heat on her body had not dropped by half. He whispered relaxing words to calm her down: "We are already far away... You

look back."

Chaoyan slowly turned back.

She saw the darkening sky, and the tentacled monsters slapped the sea surface angrily, but could not leave the sea to chase them. The water splashed very high, almost touching the sky, and the scarlet of the sky was mixed with the vermilion of the sea.

Together, they shattered the water color on the ground, like a broken starry sky.

Su Mingan suddenly felt pain in his shoulder.

Chao Yan lowered her head and bit his shoulder, causing a trace of blood to ooze out. However, after she hit it a few times, she felt it tasted wrong and quickly stopped biting.

"What are you doing!" Xiao Jamsan roared.

"Sorry." Chaoyan said, "My current state... is a bit out of control."

"I understand." Su Mingan said.

He looked at his palms and saw blisters on his hands, and his chest and thighs were also red with blood, which was a sign of burns. He was in so much pain, and she must be in more pain than him.

They galloped all the way to the nearest small city, and the wheelchair landed in a community. Since it was already midnight, most residents were already asleep, and only a few lights in the community were still on, as if they were students who had been studying hard all night.

"Her injuries need to be treated and she needs a cold environment." Xiao Jingsan checked Chaoyan's condition.

"There is no cold storage nearby. Can an air-conditioned room be used? Or should I put her in the refrigerator?" Su Mingan said.

"In this case... it should be possible. We can only forcefully break into other people's homes and borrow the air conditioner." Xiao Jingsan thought. Their group is a gathering of heroes, including the pseudo-god who instantly killed Angel Wright and the former deputy leader of the Holy See.

, and she is a witch from a demon sect, I am afraid she will frighten others.

"This is the only way." Su Mingan said.

"If... you don't cross the edge of the world..." Chaoyan whispered: "You... can't escape from... the control of the gods... cough, cough cough cough..."

She coughed, and a few mouthfuls of blood fell to the ground, making a sizzling sound like a burning iron plate.

"Besides killing the tentacle monster, is there any other way to cross the edge of the world?" Su Mingan tilted his head.
To be continued...