Chapter 210 Ignite the Withered Years (3)

In the blink of an eye, Ryan's figure disappeared.

The swelled crystal bones in the back of the waist spread out like a spider web, splitting the sunlight leaking from the clouds.

The young man rose to the ground with the power of the crystal bone, his feet were in the air, and he looked down coldly.

The corpses stood up and down, and the living were crawling all over the place.

The refugees finally realize that doom is upon them. Someone screamed and ran into the distance, only a dozen steps before being pierced by a real crystal, like a frog on a fork.

"stop!"

Jiang Jianming turned around and shouted, "Lean!!"

"Mom! Woohoo, mother..."

The teenage boy was terrified, sitting on the spot and just crying, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have thrown stones at him before, woo woo don't come here, don't come here..."

The red gold crystal bone pierced through his chest, the boy struggled twice and died, and blood stains spread on the gray clothes.

"Devil!! You, you killed my son, I will fight with you—"

The staggering old woman's eyes were blood red, and she rushed towards him with her hands open, and was instantly pulled away dozens of meters away.

"Don't, don't kill me, I didn't do anything!!"

"Help me, help me..."

But in just a few seconds, the eyes have turned into purgatory on earth. The snow was soaked with blood, and there was hardly a white spot to be found.

"Ryan!! You give me...cough...!"

The coercion of the high-level crystal bones was overwhelming, Jiang Jianming was forced to kneel on the ground before he took a step forward, choking out a few mouthfuls of blood.

The handsome young man seemed unheard of. He landed and stepped on a black corpse. The man's belly was torn apart by the crystal bone, and his intestines flowed all over the place.

And just a few steps away, lying on his stomach is the thin young man who once made a sound, but after all did not dare to stand up alone to do anything.

"Don't kill me!! I was wrong, don't kill me! Don't kill me!!"

The thin man was crawling on the snow in embarrassment, his face twisted into an ugly look, "Who the hell are you, are you a friend of Dawn!?"

"It's not that we don't help him! I thought about it too, didn't you see it!? But those lords, they killed people if they disagreed..."

The young man's fingertips flashed with broken crystals, "Then you know now, so can I."

The man desperately stretched his hand to Jiang Jianming in the distance, crying with a broken voice, "Dawn!! Help, help me, I don't want to die yet!! You said—"

... Ryan's eyes gradually darkened.

At this point, the fool is still counting on that crippled human being to save him.

I want that patient who has just been abandoned by everyone and can hardly get up now, to block the murderous monster for himself.

That's ridiculous.

he does not like.

So obeyed inner desire for destruction.

Odin once said to him that those who do not want to be enslaved can only become enslaved; those who do not want to be imprisoned can only become imprisoned.

Overpowering power with greater power, overpowering fear with deeper fear. Until no one dares to surrender.

Until what he wants to destroy will be destroyed.

So, in fact, it wasn't for Aslan's sake, the little monster thought to himself.

He was indeed a special person, like a white and soft flower in the old days, blooming in the dark mud.

Worth watching, but that's about it.

Soon, he will also cast a look of fear or hatred at the murderous monster, perhaps criticizing the killing with high morals... but he can't do anything.

How pitiful, that's not his fault, who called Aslan a poor, crippled human being? The reality is cruel. This race is born inferior and cannot choose without power. It can only wait to be oppressed by fate or be saved by fate.

The boy thought so.

But then, the hand appeared in front of him.

It was the hand of a thin and slender crippled human being, standing in front of the sharp and scorching crystal bone.

Le'an's expression changed drastically, but it was too late when he reacted. With the incomparably clear tearing sound, the crystal bone directly cut most of Jiang Jianming's right forearm!

A look of confusion appeared on Ryan's face.

In less than half a second, the green eyes reflected the blood droplets flying into the sky, the figure in front of him—and the rapidly enlarged hand.

Muffled.

The bloody right hand grabbed the blond hair of the little monster, and shoved that beautiful face into the snow.

"Well……!?"

Ryan slowly opened the unburied eye, his eyelashes stained with snow.

It's hot, he thought.

Aslan's blood dripped onto his face, so hot.

Jiang Jianming was panting rapidly, his black hair being blown. The cold wind seemed to swept into his eyes from the sky, and he was condescending.

"Who taught you to kill like this."

Why, Ryan was buried in the snow even more dazedly, and the crystal bones drooped down like a wilted child. Those surviving refugees rolled, crawled and fled, and soon disappeared.

Why was he able to carry such crystal particles madly over here?

Why does he dare to approach me, why does he dare to pull my hair?

Why did he say the words... like this?

"When I saw you that night, you had the royal insignia on your starship."

Jiang Jianming was half-kneeling in the snow, and said coldly, "Are you a child of the royal family, Your Highness?"

"People can't kill people like this. Did Odin I teach you to do this?"

"..."

Ryan gasped slightly, and the white mist slipped away from his lips.

In a blink of an eye, half of his face was dyed red—Jiang Jianming was emotional, and his right hand continued to exert force, so the blood continued to flow, the faster and faster it was flowing, as if it was going to take away this person's remaining vitality.

"……hand."

Ryan's eyes finally wavered, and he said hoarsely, "I'm not taught by Odin. Let go."

Jiang Jianming released his hand slightly: "Who are you from the emperor?"

Ryan raised his face, "Those who want to kill him."

Suddenly, a stronger force pushed the boy's head back into the snow.

Ryan was shocked: "...!?"

"Then," Jiang Jianming said coldly, "Have you been domesticated by the emperor to become his kind in the way you are now?"

"—Shut up!" Ryan's eyes flashed violently. Niscale was stabbed, and his crystal bone slammed into Jiang Jianming's elbow, rubbing it!

Jiang Jianming shuddered, his bleeding right hand drooped softly, twisted into a weird angle.

"... disabled human beings, you shouldn't," Ryan propped up the hard snow on one knee and slowly straightened up, "exceeding the limit of my connivance."

The flame in the boy's eyes ignited, and the crystal bone lifted instantly, turning into spikes, "Do you think I won't kill you?"

The cold wind just came. The disabled man gritted his teeth for a moment, then suddenly dropped his head and neck, and smiled weakly: "No, of course you can kill everyone."

After saying this, he fell down, like a dead leaf that had been draped by the wind, and landed on the red-soaked snow.

Lean stood up and quietly looked at the black-haired young man lying beside his feet, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

This person will die soon, and there is no need to do it yourself.

That's the end of my relationship with him. I met, was raised for a few days, ate one of his apples, killed some bullies, and let him die, that's all.

"Yes, I can even destroy all mankind, at any time."

I don't know what emotions made the young prince continue, "Didn't you hear when they shouted, I'm not a human, I'm a monster."

"Someone else said...you believe it?" Jiang Jianming tilted his head wearily, his black hair resting on the snow, his breath getting weaker and weaker, "You don't even understand what a person is..."

His eyes became misty, as if he was looking at the young man in front of him, and he seemed to be looking at something farther away.

"This universe is...so big."

"You can only think of... destroying humanity...?"

Ryan's breathing stopped.

He felt an invisible force hit his chest, and he raised his head subconsciously, only to see the snow clouds above the blue mother star.

A voice whispered in my ear: Go and destroy what is more worthy of destruction.

The young man bowed his head again.

The red snow, the silent house, and the mutilated corpses all over the floor.

Jiang Jianming closed his eyes, lay on his side at his feet, and stopped talking.

"……I don't understand."

Ryan sat down slowly, staring at the disabled human who was still talking to him just now, and asked like a lost child: "What is more worth destroying?"

But no voice answered him.

"What is a man?"

Ryan asked again and continued to stare for a long time. Thinking of the previous nights, Aslan reluctantly opened his eyes and whispered to him not to sleep.

It's just a chance encounter, some special disabled people.

But...there is no second such crippled human being in the world. No one else could answer his question at this moment.

The weak can only wait to be oppressed by fate, or to be rescued by fate.

But Aslan saved the other refugees. It was the first time facing the fat leader, and the second time facing the monster.

He also "oppressed" him, taught him a lesson, and pushed his face into the snow.

Silent all around. Lean slowly protruded out the crystal bone and hugged Jiang Jianming, who was unconscious in the snow.

"If you don't make it clear," he said hoarsely, "I won't let you die."

...

This is the first time the little monster has truly felt that it is so easy to kill a person, but so difficult to save a person.

He did everything he could think of. Stop the bleeding, bandage, keep warm... But within a few minutes, Jiang Jianming started vomiting blood without warning—a chronic crystal disorder broke out.

By the time Ryan realized how serious the problem was, his hands were soaked with warm blood.

Under the severe pain, the disabled human in his arms trembled repeatedly. Suddenly, he whimpered miserably, his scattered eyes widened suddenly, and he was woken up by the pain.

There was a whimper of wind in the broken house. Ryan's face was ashen, he restrained Jiang Jianming's upper body, which was about to fall down again, and shouted, "Aslan!"

"..." Jiang Jianming took a weak breath and looked at him reluctantly for a few seconds, "It's okay, it's a normal attack... You stay... away from me, stay away... can't..."

He said a few words vaguely, his eyes closed weakly, and there was no sound again.

"Don't sleep, Aslan! Tell me how to get to the city, and I'll take you there!!"

Jiang Jianming shook his head weakly, and soon fell into a coma again, breathing hurriedly and disorderly.

"Can't sleep...you!"

Ryan was cold all over and his palms were sweaty.

It can't go on like this, people have lost consciousness, and once breathing stops, there is no rescue means in the wild. but……

In fact, he also knew that even if he went to the urban area, or even brought people to Yongyuan Xingcheng, the medical equipment for life support was more advanced, and the pain-relieving drugs were more efficient.

Chronic crystal disorder is a fatal disease. So far, mankind has not developed any means to fight crystal chaos.

What's more, there is no means of transportation now, and Le'an doesn't even know the direction of the outfield area.

Ryan could only watch him hurt.

The time became extremely long. At noon, Jiang Jianming began to have a high fever. He was probably unconscious from the pain. At a certain moment, he rolled off the bed and grabbed the blade in the corner to cut himself.

Ryan grabbed it from him, broke it into pieces and threw it out the window. Afterwards, didn't dare to take an inch to hold it off the ground, and struggled until the afternoon.

When the sun went down, Jiang Jianming woke up for a while.

He lay on his back on the cold and hard wooden bed, covered with two thin torn quilts, and the blood soaked the caked cotton wool.

"Look at what you've done," Jiang saw that he was absent-minded for a long time, before he smiled weakly, "The quilt... so, how will you cover it in the future..."

Ryan huddled by the bed, buried his face in his blond hair, his voice hoarse: "I'll buy you a new one."

"Lin Ge... are you back?"

"not yet."

Jiang Jianming sighed lightly, and touched his finger in Ryan's direction, the red light of the setting sun flickered on his nails.

"little monster."

Ryan had never heard of anyone who called this title so softly, it was a nickname.

He didn't react immediately, so the person on the bed changed his name and called him again: "His Royal Highness."

"Can you hear a few words from me?"

Jiang Jianming said calmly, "It's a last word."

"Are you going to die?"

"Not necessarily, but... sooner or later."

Ryan shook his head, he took Jiang Jianming's cold hand, and brought his face closer, "I haven't understood what a person is, and I haven't found anything more worthy of destruction."

The red sun was setting outside the house, and the body in that place had not been disposed of. The cold wind is full of fishy smell and death.

Under the window, the little monster climbed onto the bed and whispered next to the patient's ear, "So, if you die, I will destroy all human beings."

Jiang Jianming reached out and slapped him. Ryan pursed his lips and was beaten obediently. This person has no strength at all now, as if he was patted on the head.

"Since you think so, it's appropriate for you to listen to my last words now."