Beside the Thunder Well, Duanmu Wan’er shouted in panic.
However, it was already to no avail.
Both Huang Niu and Ye Fan have disappeared into the sea of thunder in the well.
“This dead cow is not bullying Ye Fan.”
“Is it all right now?”
After the initial panic, Duanmu Wan’er was a little dumbfounded.
She can almost imagine now, the scene of the scalper in the Thunder Well, howling.
However, Duanmu Wan’er was not too worried.
Uncle Long said that the ox is by no means an ordinary creature.
His muscles, bones and flesh were like cast iron.
Uncle Long said back then that among the three of them, if one of them could resist the Thunder Sea without dying, it would be a scalper.
At that time, Uncle Long let the scalpers jump into the Thunder Sea, and after escaping, he went to Duanmu Wan’er’s brother to save them.
But scalpers are greedy for life and fear death, and they do not jump into the thunder well.
This time, however, it couldn’t help but jump.
After Lei Tingjing stood guard for a while, Duanmu Wan’er also left.
Again, back to where she’d lived for hundreds of years.
A few minutes ago, the lively and warm little nest suddenly became deserted.
Ye Fan’s specially made playing cards were scattered everywhere, and the temperature of Ye Fan still seemed to remain on the coffin. The blankets that the scalpers often used to do aerobics by the wall were also lying there alone.
At this time, Duanmu Wan’er realized that she was really the only one left in this world.
She suddenly felt that her heart was empty, and it was very uncomfortable.
As if, abandoned by the whole world.
She sat at the desk, her whole body huddled together.
The sadness in her heart was like a tide, eating away at her little by little.
She suddenly wanted to cry.
But this is, Duanmu Wan’er suddenly noticed that there are several lines of characters on the pages on the desk.
“Most is the gentleness of the bowed head, like the shyness of a water lotus that can’t beat the cool breeze.”
“The Dao is precious, the Dao is precious, and there is sweet sorrow in that precious.”
This is a poem, a poem that Duanmu Wan’er has never heard before.
Below the verse, is a below, and a few words left by Ye Fan.
“The most beautiful poems are given to the most beautiful Wan’er.”
“Wan’er, be happy!”
“If you stay with me, but you will be behind, I will help you find your brother.”
In the end, it was Ye Fan’s smiling face.
Looking at this, Duanmu Wan’er seemed to see Ye Fan’s mean smile again.
She picked up the letter and held it in her arms like a treasure.
It’s like a little ******* a winter night, holding her only match to keep warm.
“Evan, thank you…”
That murmur seemed to pierce through the ages.
It hurts like a burning fire!
It was in this piercing pain that Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes.
“Wake up, grandma, big brother is awake.”
As soon as Ye Fan opened his eyes, he saw a dirty little boy running out excitedly.
Soon, a shabby old woman rushed over in a hurry.
“Quick, Geeta, get him some water.”
The old woman said quickly.
After simply drinking some water, Ye Fan regained some consciousness.
Then, it started to run Yun Dao Tian Jue.
The surrounding power of heaven and earth began to gather in Ye Fan’s body.
With the gradual recovery of physical strength, the tingling pain on Ye Fan’s body has just subsided.
He looked around and was obviously confused.
“Little brother, how did you do this?”
“Injured all over.”
“I don’t know, I thought you were struck by lightning.”
“You don’t know, when our grandfather and grandson picked you up from the deep mountains, you were as black as coke all over your body. You were completely inhuman.”
“I thought you wouldn’t survive.”
“I didn’t expect you to be alive?”
“It’s a miracle.”