Luo Yunxiao was not moved: “What if [Bodhisattva Damo] refuses? ”

Jingyuan closed his eyes: “I will leave the Great Sad Temple." ”

This answer made Luo Yunxiao couldn't help but move.

People on Floating Island may not understand what closing disciples of the Great Sad Temple [Bodhisattva Damo] mean.

But no one on the mainland knows what that means.

And what will this man face when he forcefully disengages from the Great Sad Temple and renounces his disciple's identity?

Clear, distant lips laughed and smiled, smiling and rejoicing, white, pale face stained with shallow red flashes: "I don't know if I was right or wrong to make such a decision. But Master and the Great Sad Temple, I can repay it in other ways, but if I give up feathers, I may regret it for the rest of my life. ”

The first half of his life was bloody, and the second half was quiet and dead.

But never for a moment, like these days, did the whole heart come alive.

He finally had something he wanted to own and guard.

Not mercy, not primitive desire, but sincere hearts and expectations.

“So, what's the news about the Divine Musician? Will you pass it back to the master? ”

Luo Yunxiao's next words shook Jing far and wide.

Clear eyes like water, and instantly deep as a thousand years of cold.

“You knew that already? ”

Luo Yunxiao glanced down at him and did not speak.

Clear and distant fingers tapped the golden bowl gently, sinking: “The god musician is now, the ghost bell rings. The world is in turmoil, and the world is in turmoil. Divine musicians should not exist in the evil of the world. Once thoroughly awakened, there will be an endless catastrophe on the six tracks of the Three Kingdoms. Master's prophecy was never missed. ”

“I am a monk of the Great Sad Temple, obliged to strangle the unawakened demons in this heaven and earth. ”

Luo Yunxiao did not seem surprised by his words.

It's just that the frown has caught the cold of killing: “Do you think you can kill it? ”

She exhaled softly: "If I killed her, Feather would never forgive me. And..."

And that little boy around the musician.

If he's not mistaken.

It is a child in the midst of the scourge of heaven, embraced by the Emperor.

is the recognized future heir of the extreme.

He was supposed to be a god musician against the world.

But there is such a deep bond with the most powerful poles of Xiuxian Mainland.

Besides, she's a feather sister.

The long finger holding the golden bowl is dead and tight.

But Master's orders, Big Brother's teachings, the past like hell, and the second brother who has never heard from him... all make him unable to turn a blind eye to the remnants of the Divine Musicians.

All of a sudden, looking up, he muttered, “Lord Ross, why don't we make a bet? ”

Luo Yun shrugged: “What bet? ”

“You and I go back to World War I. If you win, I will assume that I have never seen the legend of the Divine Musician. After that, will she be resurrected into a world of evil, or will she be discovered, dead souls will disappear, all created by herself. If I win, I will return the message of the Herald to the Big Brother, and I will never take a step forward in the Great Sadness. ”

The pure, distant voice is very calm, and the bottom of the eye is not as frightened as dead water.

But what he said made him desolate like Luo Yunxiao, he couldn't help but show shock.

Clear and distant gaze swept past and gathered with the people at the Gateway to discuss how to recover the cold feathers of the little yellow chicken.