Nezha and Aobing: Plunder fire and cang Tide

Chapter 2. Bound Flame

On the Awakening of Insects day of the thirteenth cycle, Aobing learned to Pierce the arpeggios with the lock dragon nail.

When the silver nail forged by the black iron was submerged into the flesh, he was gazing at Ne Zha wandering along the coastline through the water mirror. The young man stepped on the reef barefoot, mixed with the sea water like sobbing blood red silk, every spray came to let Aobing's chain issued a resonance tremor.

"Why do you bother?" Turtle Prime minister holding the medicine box kneeling in the cold jade bed, "lock dragon nail sealed is the soul, if the prince Li found..."

"He won't find out." Aobing turned the golden bell between his wrist, and the sea suddenly set off huge waves to cover the sky. Nezha, who was chasing the tides, was swept into the whirlpool, his red figure falling into the abyss like a crane with broken wings. Ao Bing's dragon tail spasms under his robe, the wounds pierced by his chains ooze beads of ice-blue blood - the most vicious form of f*******n art, and whenever he becomes emotional, the blade etches a sky mark in his soul.

At midnight, a change came from the GUI Hui. When Aobing arrived with his broken body, Nezha was being entangled in an ancient demon dumpling. Young body burning strange black flame, mixed day aya and magic gas stranding synthesis dark red web.

"Get out of here! Aobing wielded the ice blade to cut off the demon dumpling, but was struck back and flew away when he touched Nezha. The lock dragon nail shifts inside his chest, and the blood he coughs up freezes into coral-like ice crystals.

Nezha leaned in with his head tilted, his pupils dancing with purple awn that was not his: "The little Dragon King smells of abstinence." The magic fingertip brushed the seal between Ao Bing's neck, "Let me taste..."

The pain exploded inside Aobing. Lock dragon nail senses the evil spirit automatically twisted, but let the demon Nezha more excited. The boy bit his blood-soaked dragon horn and chuckled: "So you are harder on yourself." Mixed day ayame suddenly burst and entangled Ao Bing's wrists, the magic gas along the chain upstream.

"Don't look..." Aobing crushed the scale of the heart before losing consciousness, and the severe pain made him temporarily regain control of the body. The purple awn in Nezha's eyes faded, and he saw that his hands eroded by the magic gas were tearing Aoping's shirt, and the lock dragon nail on the chest of the other party had gone into the heart.

Space-time splits in a shock. Aobing uses the last of his strength to push Nezha into the reincarnation well, but the fangs of the magic Jiao penetrate his heart at this moment. On the verge of death, he saw the young man restore clear eyes rolling blood and tears, mixed day ayaya crazy entangled his gradually cold body.

"Don't forget me..." Ao Ping smiled and crushed his own dragon Dan, and the magic gas and starlight annihilated at the same time.

Aoling of the new reincarnation woke up in the sea deep and found a ring of red marks between his wrists. Not far away, Nezha is fighting a magic Jiao, deadly but always protecting his heart - where a b****y silver scale is embedded, it is the splinters of his self-destruction in a previous life.

"Why..." Aobing's question was engulfed by the waves. Nezha kills the last of the demons, and when he turns around his eyes are filled with fire: "You think you can fool me if you lock up your spirit?" Mixed dayaya suddenly tightened, pulled Aobing into the hot embrace, "the position of your heart in every life..." The young man put his fingertips on his intact chest, "Engraved in my spirit."

The sea floor suddenly shook. Aobing was horrified to find that the gold grain of Nezha's heart was devouring the remains of the demon dumpling, and the evil spirit that should have dissipated turned into a black silk thread, connecting the two blood.

"This is true life and death." Nezha bites the scale behind his ear, and the magic air and dragon blood blend into a mysterious totem, "Every time you hurt yourself, I will enter the magic three points..."

Aobing sees the reflection of doomsday in his vertigo: his future self is covered with chains, and Nezha, an evil spirit, is burning the three Realms to ashes. The most terrible thing is that the joy and pain that are intertwined in that scene are exactly the same as the shudder that the blood is melting at this moment.