Silent Crown Chapter 9: The Avalon Bridge falls down

　　In this foul-smelling fog, there are countless pieces of iron scraping sharply. The sound was like an earth dragon crawling on the stone, and its scales sparked when it collided with the stone, so it made a fine and gloomy sound.

　　 The sound rushed into his mouth, nose and eardrums along with the stench, torturing his sanity, and Ye Qingxuan suddenly turned dark in front of him, making his steps difficult.

　　"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

　　In the blur, he suddenly heard a sharp roar from Old Fei, and then, Old Fei bit his thigh fiercely.

　　 Lao Fei is really a fierce dog in a dog, a hooligan in a dog, this bite is as vicious as ever, the pain can make people roll all over the floor, tears and nose flow out.

　　 But Ye Qingxuan suddenly became sober.

　　 Then Old Fei turned around and took another bite, bringing the fearful Vito back to normal.

　　This kind of pain therapy is simple, vigorous and effective, but it is not completely selfless. At least, Ye Qingxuan feels that Lao Fei is avenging him for not keeping his sausages.

　　 Now, Old Fei squinted at him. Every time when Lao Fei looked at him with such disdain, it always contained the meaning of hating iron for not making steel. Ye Qingxuan felt that he was really inadequate. He hadn't made any progress for so many years, and he still has to rely on you to save his life. , I am ashamed and troubled.

　　 But Old Fei just turned around, and skillfully flogged the two idiots with his tail twice, and signaled them not to stay in the same place and follow.

　　 The stench can confuse other people's five senses, but it can't deceive Old Fei.

　　 Half a town away, he could smell Ye Qingxuan's taste of eating sausages quietly behind his back. Now it is no exaggeration to be able to run back and forth along with the taste when he came.

　　 Only now, while running wildly, Ye Qingxuan felt that the sharp sound of iron friction was getting closer. In such a huge fog, the other party finally locked their area... What will be waiting for them next?

　　 "Ye! Its vibration is getting worse!"

　　 Vito looked at the black box, and the instruments in the box made a low, vibrating hum.

　　 In the next instant, the low noise in the box suddenly erupted, like a sharp rubbing sound from their feet!

　　"Build it up with iron bars, iron railings, iron railings..."

　　 That is the low voice in the mist giving orders again!

　　 Then, iron grew out of the tree, right in front of Ye Qingxuan!

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　　 On the dense withered tree trunks, iron branches burst out, like bamboo shoots or some kind of proliferating crystals, splitting wildly. In an instant, an ‘iron railing’ emerged out of thin air, cutting off the front.

　　 These are thorns that make it difficult for all creatures to cross. They rub against each other, making fine noises, forming countless spikes. Steel is the branch and the thorn blade is the leaf.

　　The thorns are growing and closing quickly, like two big hands slapped in the middle, trying to clamp them in between.

　　 But Old Fei didn't care about this. It yelled and motioned for the two waste woods behind to keep up, then speeded up and rushed to the thorny jungle of death.

　　 This is really a ferocious and vicious old dog. It hates itself and is more poisonous to others. Not only did he go up the knife mountain by himself, but also let the two little brothers jump into the fire pit with him.

　　 The time is only a moment, Ye Qingxuan has no time to hesitate, his eyes are fierce, and he joins the run of gambling with Lao Fei.

　　 He ran by wiping the rapidly growing iron edge, and he almost felt the coolness of the iron flakes rubbing against the corner of his eyes, and his heart was completely cold.

　　 Lao Fei jumped out of the thorny bushes so fast that he didn't even lose a handful of fur. Ye Qingxuan followed closely, but was cut a few times, the worst was Vito, and in the end he almost rolled out on the ground, his clothes were torn all over, his pants were torn in half, he was very funny.

　　 There is no time to hesitate, Ye Qingxuan pulled Vito and ran away, the fog was too thick, and he was almost out of breath.

　　 An angry breath emerged from the singing, the pitch suddenly increased by eight points, and the mist began to dance frantically.

　　 Countless palms suddenly flashed in the frantically dancing mist. Those illusory palms passed the old Fei in front and Vito behind, and grabbed them straight towards Ye Qingxuan.

　　 Ye Qingxuan was stunned, he tried his best to dodge, but it was too late to avoid every palm.

　　 Those palms don't even have substance, but they all carry weak power. One and two are just breeze-like resistance, but once the speed decreases, they are captured by more and more palms.

　　 In an instant, Ye Qingxuan was covered with palms, and they clamped down on the young man, making it difficult for him to move.

　　 "Hey, won't you be so unlucky?"

　　He was stunned, talking to himself. The agitated anxiety arose in my heart.

　　"Ye!"

　　 Vito rushed over with red eyes, and it was Lao Fei faster than him. Lao Fei rushed to those hands like crazy, fighting invisibly with the palms, but those hands ignored Lao Fei, more and more His hand grabbed Ye Qingxuan.

　　 Those palms are like evil spirits, wrapping him layer by layer, pulling him into the fog.

　　 At the same time, the low voice suddenly became louder.

　　 Among the countless dead trees, the iron ribs broke out again, and those thorns began to increase in value again. This time they gathered together and turned into a burst of subway flow. The thorns were growing, winding towards Ye Qingxuan.

　　 This time... I want him to be completely crushed!

　　 At that moment, Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of countless iron pieces rubbing one after another, like the sound of frost condensing and cracking. The fog was broken by countless thorns and subway thorns. It stretches forward, piercing everything.

　　 They came to themselves.

　　 Ye Qingxuan struggled, but was dragged into the **** again, unable to do anything.

　　 At the last moment, he only had time to hear an angry roar, and then the yellow shadow leaped high and stood in front of him, biting hard at the invisible palms.

　　 "Old fee!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was stunned, he saw Lao Fei's hind legs were entangled by those thorns. But Old Fei was angry. He refused to admit defeat, earning blood dripping with blood.

　　 "Old Fei!!!" Ye Qingxuan shouted: "Get out of the way!"

　　 Do you think this is useful? Suddenly he became scared in his heart.

　　 This old dog is angry, he doesn't listen to anything, his teeth are baring, his saliva comes out, and his eyes are red. It has to stand in front of this person to bite those invisible enemies. Even if he was killed by those invisible enemies, he didn't care.

　　The iron branches are wrapped around Ye Qingxuan's neck.

　　 So, it went crazy and was about to pounce on death.

　　 Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand vigorously, trying to get rid of it, but was helpless.

　　Until now, he finally felt fear.

　　 Once again, overwhelmed by real despair.

　　 is like the fear of nothing at the age of ten, like falling into the snow, struggling with a high fever, like a mother's whispering call before dying... It's a fear of losing something, A pain of being crushed.

　　The heart is trembling, angrily about to jump out of the chest. So the blood swelled in his body, causing his veins to float from his cheeks, and his blood vessels were about to burst.

　　All the power is concentrated in the chest, burning his heart like lava, as if to penetrate the barriers and touch the forbidden area...

　　 Then, he heard a crisp sound from the back of his hand.

　　——like a familiar voice sighing.

　　 He lowered his head in astonishment, and saw the light from the silver ring on his fingertips, and the long roar of dragons burst out of nothingness, and the invisible shock came from his fingers, tearing a white mist.

　　 At his fingertips, the white mist was disturbed and pulled into a whirlpool by the invisible force. In the whirlpool, the scorching sun that clearly shouldn't exist here gushes out, shining all darkness.

　　 That is an illusion.

　　The illusion is so real, so real that he can sense the ether again. That power filled the sky and the earth. They come with the wind, drifting in the mist, rippling layers of ripples.

　　 A moment later, the hallucinations disappeared with the sigh.

　　 However, the iron branches and thorns coiled up in layers stopped, as if they could not find the target, and fell into confusion. They were wiggling blankly, not knowing what to do.

　　The feeling is so short, it makes it too late to think about it.

　　 Ye Qingxuan only had time to hug Lao Fei, took out the cage, and rolled around in embarrassment on the ground.

　　 Then, an irresistible drowsiness and darkness struck, and the illusion at that moment drew out all his strength. It was as if the whole person was hollowed out in an instant and it was difficult to breathe.

　　"Leaves! Leaves!"

　　 It was as if someone was shouting his name, shaking him vigorously.

　　 Before the final consciousness dissipated, he pointed a direction with his last strength.

　　"Go from there, go to church..."

　　He plunged into darkness.

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　　 After just half a minute, a thin figure walked out of the dark forest.

　　 In the dense darkness of night, he seems to be able to recognize the terrain and the road without relying on his eyes, and the road is unobstructed.

　　 At the end, he stopped somewhere, and he looked around the wreckage coldly. In the piercing of steel thorns, there is nothing...the damned thieves have escaped.

　　 Compared to anger, what he didn't understand is why the ‘fog demon’ lost control for a moment?

　　 Among countless steel thorns, he stared coldly at the direction the thieves were fleeing, but suddenly, the cold expression stiffened--the resonance between the instrument and him disappeared? !

　　 He rushed along the last remaining traces, and in the end, stopped by a river. He stared at the rushing river in front of him and roared angrily.

　　The smell of blood still remains in the wet mud of the river.

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　　 ten minutes later.

　　 At the other end of the town, the back door of the church was knocked. Over and over again ~IndoMTL.com~ until the priest pushed the back door open, and then froze in place.

　　 At the door, the wet boy was carrying his companion on his back, and there was a wet dog next to him. The old dog still held a black box full of water in his mouth. On the young man's back, the faint white-haired young man was almost out of breath.

　　 "The leaves are going to die soon."

　　 Vito who was frozen so that his lips turned purple: "Father, save him, he asked me to find someone called Wolf Flute."

　　 "Come in." Bann let go, and after they all entered, he quickly closed the door.

　　He took the white-haired boy from behind Vitodi, rushed through the corridor, and finally kicked the door of the room almost violently.

　　 Behind the door, the wolf flute was flipping through the novel with a pipe in his mouth, and he almost rolled out of bed in fright, looking at the priest who rushed into his room in astonishment. Soon, I saw that Dongfang boy who was still talking and laughing with him during the day in his hands.

　　 He is drenched, has fainted, and breathes like nothing.

　　 "Hey, won't you be so strong?"

　　 He stared at Ye Qingxuan, who was fainted: "If you can't be a musician, you don't need to jump into the river to commit suicide."

　　 "Stop talking nonsense."

　　Bane pulled off the boy’s shirt and pointed to the boy’s **** heart: "Heart sounds, heartbeat recover, save him."

　　 "It's terrible." The wolf flute looked down at the wound on his waist that had just healed, and was about to cry.

　　 At this moment, Wolfflute deeply realizes that what is meant by his own sins, he will have to redeem it even if he cries.