Temple of Madness

Chapter 463
Chapter 463 Scorching Sun

When the fire was gradually extinguished, Ziyi's house was covered with tears.

The man glanced at Ziyi, said with a faint smile: "Tsk tsk, why are you crying so sad? Didn't I tell you all? This kid has the luck of the human race, and he will not die if the human race is not destroyed. "

As the flames dissipated, there was a click at the position where Zhang Yang was, as if the last piece of her obstetric examination had fallen off.

A flash of surprise flashed across Ziyi's eyes, and he saw that Zhang Yang's arm had been raised, and he was holding a fireball firmly in his hand, and his red eyes had returned to their original black pupils.

"Zhang Yang! You! You are finally awake!"

Ziyi looked at Zhang Yang excitedly, her eyes were full of excitement.

But Zhang Yang didn't look at Ziyi, but looked at the sky with his brows tightly furrowed. At this time, everyone slowly raised their heads, only to find that there was a person floating in the sky with huge red wings behind him.

Zhang Yang's eyes were full of excitement, and he quickly rushed to the man.

"Jiaoyang, you are still alive!"

Zhang Yang's excited voice trembled a little. He just stepped forward, ready to make a gesture to pull the sun, but was suddenly blown away by a strong wind, and dozens of fireballs shot out from the whole body of the sun, rushing towards Zhang Yang's face.

"Scorching sun! What's wrong with you? Don't you know me? I'm Zhang Yang, and I'm your husband.

Zhang Yang looked at the scorching sun in disbelief, her facial features were still exactly the same as before, and she didn't have any scars on her body, but her expression was too cold, as if she didn't know herself.

Zhang Yang once again flew away from the fireball and rushed towards the scorching sun, but was blown away by the gust of wind waving from the wings behind the scorching sun again.

This time the wind carried a strong fire attribute, which instantly set Zhang Yang's clothes on fire.

Zhang Yang hurriedly waved his hands to extinguish the flames on his body, but felt a strong wind rushing towards him again in front of him, he quickly turned over and jumped, barely avoiding it.

A cold light pierced towards his face, Zhang Yang raised his hand instinctively, grabbed the slender wrist, and looked at the scorching sun in surprise.

"Scorching sun! Don't you know me? What happened to you? I said your husband Zhang Yang."

Zhang Yang was very excited, but Jiao Yang remained expressionless. He raised his foot and kicked him in the abdomen, kicked him away, and then tightened the dagger in his hand to attack him again.

Zhang Yang looked at the sun in surprise, while avoiding his attack, he kept shouting her name loudly.

The man standing on the ground watching the play said with a sneer: "You still don't want to waste your time, her mind is completely controlled by someone, she can't recognize who is in front of her, even her memory has been erased. If If you still want to live, kill her, and among you, there is only the end of your death or his death."

Zhang Yang frowned until he glanced at the man, he didn't speak, he was still avoiding Jiao Yang's attack, he couldn't bear to do anything to her.

"Jiaoyang, look at me carefully. I am your husband. Don't you really know me? You once said that we will travel to the ends of the earth together and live a life of listening to the wind and watching the sea together."

With a puff, the cold dagger in Jiao Yang's hand pierced Zhang Yang's heart, but she still didn't change her expression.

Zhang Yang was so shocked that he couldn't accept the reality in front of him, he looked at the dagger in his heart tremblingly, and the scorching sun's cold face.

"Jiaoyang, are you really cruel to attack me?"

Scorching Yang quickly pulled out the dagger expressionlessly, and once again stabbed vigorously into Zhang Yang's heart.

Seeing Zhang Yang not dodging, Ziyi quickly exclaimed: "Zhang Yang, hurry up and dodge, she is no longer the scorching sun!"

As soon as Zhang Yang grasped Yan Yang's slender wrist, he still couldn't accept the scene in front of him.

"Jiaoyang, do you really not know me? I am your husband, and I am the father of the child in your womb."

Scorching Yang turned a deaf ear to it, and tugged on his wrist vigorously, trying to break free from Zhang Yang's shackles.

At this time, Song Guangming fell to the ground and was stunned by Zhang Yang, and slowly got up, looked at the scene in front of him with a sneer, and said slowly: "Hehe, you don't need to talk to him anymore, now he is just a person who has no feelings." The machine is completely under the command of Lord Satan, whoever Master Satan tells him to kill will be killed."

Zhang Yang looked at the scorching sun with his brows furrowed, and glared at Song Guangming angrily.

"Satan! I must kill you!"

Song Guangming sneered triumphantly and said, "Haha, if you have the time to talk nonsense here, you might as well kill the woman in front of you quickly."

Zhang Yang frowned and looked at the scorching sun in front of him, struggling to grab his arm. "

"Jiaoyang, don't you really know me? Take a good look, I don't believe you won't be easily controlled by Satan. Just look at my face, and you will remember so many good memories we had in the past."

The scorching sun looked at Zhang Yang expressionlessly, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a startling bird song, and the fiery red wings behind him stabbed at Zhang Yang instantly.

Directly turning the fiery red feathers into sharp knives with cold light, Zhang Yang didn't dodge in any way, still tightly holding on to the scorching sun's hand, without backing down.

With a snort, the feather that turned into a sharp knife pierced Zhang Yang's body deeply, and blood rolled down the wound drop by drop. At that moment, the red light in the scorching sun's eyes seemed to gradually fade.

A gleam of hope flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes, and he hurriedly continued: "Jiaoyang, do you miss me? I know you have me in your heart, and you absolutely can't bear to see me get hurt, and you absolutely can't bear to kill me with your own hands." of."

Jiao Yang slowed down a bit, but soon he kicked Zhang Yang's stomach vigorously again, and the wings behind him penetrated deeper into his body.

This time Zhang Yang felt that the sharp feathers pierced his internal organs, and mouthfuls of blood poured out of his mouth, but he still didn't let go.

The man who had been watching the show shook his head helplessly, and said in a cold voice: "I really didn't expect you to be so passionate, but I advise you to kill the woman in front of you. He has been separated from the soul by Satan with the soul-separating curse." The body is separated. No matter how much you say, she can't understand at all, and her memory can't be recovered at all, because he is an empty shell without a soul."

Zhang Yang frowned and glanced at the man, silently looking at the scorching sun in front of him, the sharp feathers felt deeply buried in his blood, and the burning pain made him spit out blood again.

"...Since you know everything, how can I save her?"

"Sorry, I'm just here to watch the show."

(End of this chapter)