One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

And Xiao Shao had already recovered from his anger at this time. He seemed to feel the discomfort of Zhang Yang. He looked over Zhang Yang's shoulder. There, there was a black bat, and the black bat kept sucking along with it. The skin on his body began to slowly turn golden. At this time, it may feel that this kind of licking cannot meet its needs. It opened its mouth wide, and its two golden teeth bite into Zhang Yang's body.

"Damn it." Xiao Sha fell into a rage again, because the bat lying on Zhang Yang was the vampire he had killed earlier. He stepped forward and was about to kill the guy who cheated him. At this moment, The black clouds in the sky couldn't be restrained, and a lightning that was larger than before struck towards Zhang Yang again.

A huge light struck, and the black bat had just bitten open his shoulders and was about to eat, but was shocked. Before he could reflect, a huge energy suddenly appeared in Zhang Yang’s body. Shake it away at once. The lightning in the air was about to touch Zhang Yang's body, but he opened his eyes when he was already exhausted, and his dark eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. Then, he raised his arm, stretched out his fingers, and pointed at him. The lightning that struck was tapped in such a distance, and it was just as magnificent and bright and disappeared silently. Then, his dark eyes looked at the dark cloud in the sky, and the same way, he stretched out his finger, A little bit further away, everything seemed to have never happened before, and the black clouds suddenly disappeared.

Chisao frowned tightly. He watched the black-to-yellow bat rushing to the west. He did not stop it, because after the black clouds in the sky were cleared by two dots, those dark eyes were already looking. To him. Zhang Yang stretched out his finger again, but the goal was not chic. He pointed at the white tiger on the ground, the white tiger turned into a white light, and it plunged into Zhang Yang's chest, leaving a shrinking countless number in his heart. Double the white tiger-like tattoo.

Zhang Yang retracted his hand and slowly rubbed his chest for a few times. His dark eyes finally fell on Xiao Shao, and Shao took a few steps back. This time his anger finally disappeared. He watched Zhang Yang cautiously and looked at him. The finger pointed at me, that finger was like that, of course, that I couldn't make any resistance at all, so I was imprisoned in the air.

There was no struggling, and Xiaosha knew that struggling was of no use at all. He just stared at Zhang Yang, the dark eyes of the other party gave him too much pressure, and 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 kind of anger that could tear himself to pieces.

Under the calm surface of the lake, the hidden waves are the most dangerous. Looking at the calm expression of his face, he feels the huge anger hidden in his heart under his calm surface. He is very surprised, why is such a big anger not yet? Catharsis, what is he waiting for, waiting for himself to beg for mercy? The relationship between the cat and the mouse has been completely reversed from the time when Zhang Yang hit the black cloud in the sky. He was playing tricks on himself, and Xiao Shao finally rejected the idea in his heart. He saw the struggle in Zhang Yang's dark eyes.

"What is he struggling with?" Xiao Sha was ready to be torn apart by the other party, but the other party only confined him in the air, and then kept staring at him, making him feel hairy.

"Ju." Zhang Yang slowly said the first word after he was struck by lightning.

"Want to imprison me?" Chic and horrified, he is not afraid of death, death is just the beginning of the next cycle, but he is afraid of being imprisoned, and he will never survive such a dark day, so he began to struggle violently, following him As he struggled, he gradually felt that the force Zhang Yang exerted on him was slowly weakening.

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

"Go to die." Maybe it was the dashing struggle that worked. After Zhang Yang finished speaking the word, he suddenly vomited blood, and then fell to the ground, and dashing took the opportunity to get rid of, and a sharp sword appeared in his hand. , He swung his sword straight towards Zhang Yang's chest.

With a sound of "ding." The sword that was stabbing Zhang Yang's chest was forced to stop. It was not that he stopped, but that he couldn't stab at all. Chisao pulled open the placket of his chest, and opened his chest, the white tiger, who had been pocket-sized, was resting with his eyes closed. On top of it, a leaf of emerald green stopped there, and it was this blade that blocked the chic sword and publicity. Between his chest.

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

"Haha... That's it, that's how it is." Xiao Shao laughed a few words, then leaned down, picked up Zhang Yang, and galloped towards the top of Emei.

On the top of Mount Emei, the black palace floats strangely in the air, and the ink-colored body perfectly blends with the night. Even if day comes, it is impossible for mortals to see its image. No one knows when it began to appear there. A long time is enough for people to forget many things, and forgetting can be said to be the best way of self-protection. Only knowing to forget can heal the wound, and knowing that can make the pace of pursuit never stop. It is rare to be confused, but in the end it is better to forget.

Forget him, or forget her, maybe forget them, the injury then, the pain now, the injury that can't be forgotten, the pain that can't be lost, looking back, if the memory becomes empty, do you still remember him or Has she forgotten me.

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

Zhang Yang was lying in the palace. He knew that he had forgotten a lot. The faint pain in his heart made him curl up. On his chest, there was a little flowing red green leaf. Below the green leaf was a white tiger tattoo. Toughly reaching out and groping on the tattoo, he looked at the wall around the room with divergent eyes, the same black as his eyes, the color of dreams, black dreams.

A black palace, a black night, but black has never been the main color of the palace. In the center of the palace, he looked at his big apprentice with a calm face, the fiery red color wrapped his body, like a scorching sun. The black silence around him cannot contaminate him. In this palace, he is the sun that never goes west. ..