Me, sword fairy!

Then, it came out from the other side.

His body is like an unreasonable beast, running rampant in the starry sky.

Mo Mingshi had completely lost his control over his body. He had no sense of his body, except the sheath in his chest was so hot.

However, the indestructible fighting will drove him to constantly launch the secret method of unloading power, and any real thing he touched was crushed into nothingness by the frantic pouring force.

I do not know how long it has been……

Su Wangyou's palm was finally exhausted.

Mo Mingshi had no breath.

He lay quietly in a dark corner of the universe that no one knew, tasting the ultimate loneliness and despair in the world.

Mo Mingshi's consciousness sank into a bottomless abyss.

As if dreaming of myself drowning, I watched myself sinking slowly into the bottomless abyss from the third-person perspective, feeling of suffocation crazily surged, desperately trying to go upstream, but found that my body was motionless.

So he stopped struggling and let himself drown in the abyss.

"To be honest, I actually don't want you to practice martial arts." Mo Langwen rubbed the head of the young Mo Mingshi, and laughed at the dissatisfied eyes of the other party.

After laughing, it was lonely.

"But if you can really become a masterful martial arts, it would be great." Mo Langwen looked out the window, "It took me half my life to find this small town. I just hope that you will always have goodwill in your heart."

"This world is ill and dying. This small town has not been infected by the virus, but... it is a matter of time. My life span is very short. When I open and close my eyes, it can be as long as 50 or 60 years, and as short as three. Forty years, a lifetime has passed. It’s not bad to see this small town being infected."

Mo Langwen looked at Mo Mingshi who was confused. He obviously couldn't understand what he was talking about. He smiled gently, "But if you want to practice martial arts... then you will see the ugly side of the world sooner or later, Mingshi, if One day you really become a martial artist... Go and heal the world."

He stood up, coughing violently, Mo Langwen hurriedly covered his mouth with his handkerchief, and when he took off the handkerchief, it was already red.

"Father...?!" Mo Mingshi was very worried, but helpless, "I'll give you a decoction..."

"No need." Mo Langwen shook his head.

He stood up, walked into the yard, looked up at the sky, and just stared blankly for a long time.

"Ming Shi, come here." He suddenly called: "I will get you a word."

Mo Mingshi came over with some doubts.

"Father, I haven't won the championship yet..."

Mo Langwen waved his hand, "I'm afraid I won't be able to live up to your crown. If I die, you have no relatives..."

Mo Mingshi felt tight and wanted to deny it, but was stopped by Mo Langwen.

"How long I can live, I probably have a bottom in my heart, you don't have to say anything."

He paused, looked at Mo Mingshi's eyes, and asked seriously.

"Ming Shi, tell me, why do you want to practice martial arts?"

Mo Mingshi looked at the unprecedented serious look on his father's face, lowered his head and thought for a while.

"To... make everyone's life better?"

Mo Mingshi was still a little ignorant.

"If I were a martial artist, I would have more strength. I could help everyone in the town chop wood, or..." He said that, and he didn't know how to proceed. Apart from Chai, there are no suitable examples.

But it was such an answer that made Mo Langwen not recover for a long time.

He stayed on the spot in a daze, motionless.

After a long time, after a long time, he recovered.

"Ming Shi...Always remember what you said today, always, never, don't forget."

Mo Mingshi nodded, remembering the words of his father and himself firmly in his mind.

"Ming Shi, Ming Shi..."

"Those who wisely guard the world, sages also..."

"Your word... will be called Shouxian."

[Forgot... My original intention.

In the bottomless abyss, Mo Mingshi kept falling.

[No...not yet...]

[I have not forgotten.

The stiff finger moved imperceptibly.

Su Wangyou, who slowly stepped from the other side of the starry sky, had a pause.

[I will die one day.

[But... it cannot be today.

I can't feel my body at all, but it doesn't matter.

It is no longer a question of survival.

"I... must survive."

In Su Wangyou's horrified gaze, Mo Mingshi was hoarse, a stiff and weak voice sounded.

He opened his eyes.

In the old muddy eyes, there is an unmatched will.

"I still...can't die."

He wanted to stand up, but no sheath nailed him to a meteorite.

Mo Mingshi struggled to stretch out his hand, trying to pull out the sheath... but he failed.

He was firmly nailed without a sheath and could not move.

"No one... can't stop me."

Mo Mingshi slowly, slowly...