At the critical moment, Yan Beicheng tightly grasped the hand of the flower on the street and looked at him with red eyes, "hold on to me!"

The other hand is to firmly grasp the boat.

Fortunately, although Xiao Sizhou was already flustered at the moment, it was not totally unreasonable. She held Yan Beicheng's arms tightly in her hands and cried in a tender voice, "mother, you should hold on to it."

It's dark here, and you can't see anything. However, the wind from nowhere blows yanbeicheng's hair off, and the long hair is suddenly scattered. It is blown around by the strong wind and sticks tightly to the surface. But on the handsome face covered by the hair, a pair of Phoenix eyes were covered with blood, and the pupil faintly showed a touch of pale gold.

The hair of moshang flower is also blown disorderly, and the suction behind her is also very strong, so strong that she will have to loosen her mouth almost at any time under this suction and completely release the person in front of her.

A blinding flash of lightning flashed past, and then it was all over again. There was a storm and thunder in my ears.

"I won't let you go!" On the street flower uses all one's strength to shout out a sentence, the ear actually starts to hum sound, Yan Beicheng seems to be talking again, but she has not listened to really.

Both hands do not know why, such as being struck by lightning, suddenly numb, consciousness will also be eliminated for a moment, hand strength will be relaxed at any time.

Before her eyes, it was pitch black.

In the hazy, she seems to return to the chaos of a hundred years ago.

Regardless of day and night, do not distinguish the year.

Waiting for her, only the most long unknown darkness. Just this time, there was no one around him.

In the chaos of consciousness, it seems that there is a touch of white in front of me.

Her consciousness in an instant awake, suddenly widened her eyes, eyes tightly staring at that person, "rather know, it's you!"

In the dark, Ning knew that she was dressed in a clean and incomparable white robe. Her lips still held a faint smile, as if she had seen all the eyes in the world and looked at her faintly.

"It's you, it's you! What are you going to do The flower on the stranger stares at Ning Zhizhi and wants to get close to him, but he can't move as if he is in a vacuum. He is in a dark place.

Rather know know know not to explain, also don't know what method was used in the end, directly floated in front of her, a grasp of her wrist, eyes suddenly is a burst of dazzling white light, on the street flower completely fell into a coma.

……

There was a noise in my ears, as if I were in a busy city.

Mo Shang Hua opens his eyes and looks at the blue sky in front of him.

"Wake up, wake up!"

"Wait a minute. I just called 120. What can I do?"

"Whatever she is, let's go. Let's go. Let's go."

“……”

120?

On the street flower heart is a burst of daze again, cover the head of pain unceasingly, sit up, eyes sweep around, this look, she immediately Leng in the spot.

The high-rise buildings, the continuous flow of cars, the people wearing simple and cool clothes around, and the simplified Chinese characters in front of the shops all boast that this place is not the kingdom of God, but the 21st century where she has lived for more than 20 years!

She's back?

The flower on the street looked down at his clothes, which was the same as when he was in the kingdom of God. He raised his hand and touched his hair.