Every time a time passes, Luo Yunxiao asks softly.

“Jun Mu Yan, are you alive? If you're alive, just answer me, okay? ”

“Yun Rusheng, Qin Jiu, Chu Qi Li, Cold Feather Foam, Ling Yuxuan, Blue Fall Rain... How are you coming back? ”

Over and over again.

Until the sound was dull and the blood was cold.

Till the ghost clock started ringing faster and faster, Tian Lei began to gather again over his head.

Luo Yunxiao finally realized.

Nobody responded to him.

No one will ever call him Uncle Little.

No one will ever give his life to protect him at all costs, regardless of whether he is a demon, powerful or weak.

There is no more escape.

And the last light in his heart, the last piece of pure earth, finally disappeared at this moment.

Luo Yunxiao closed his eyes.

A tiny bit of ice slipped off the corner of his eye.

The moonlight illuminates this gleam, as if it were the last dawn between heaven and earth.

Ever since, there has been endless darkness.

Since then, there has been no warmth and no laughter.

Three thousand worlds. How about that?

Arts and crafts, so what?

If you can't survive, what right do you have to survive?

Luo Yunxiao's figure disappeared in place.

And right now, in the other side of the small world.

He thought his soul, which had been struck by the lightning, was scattered, but was experiencing the pain of crushing his bones and reorganizing.

= = =

Time went back four hours ago to fix the Immortal Continent.

Battles in the Polar, Demonic, and Underworld regions, which were initially triggered, ended in an unknown way.

Retired from the Underworld, after the Emperor left.

Once it was established that the demons no longer had the will to fight the poles, they promptly ordered the withdrawal of their forces.

Throughout this time, the highest echelons of the polar world have been watching the gorgeous mirrors and the lamps of the broken army all night long.

Time passes a day.

The broken army's soul lights sparkle from time to time, and are dim from time to time, nearly extinguished.

Yet others, such as the cold night when the covenant of the master servant was concluded with the emperor, felt the palpitations for a while.

That is what happens when the emperor encounters a life-threatening crisis.

The old man's heart spoke of his voice over and over again.

Every minute, every second is torment.

Just as the wolves couldn't help but rush to the mainland, the constant silence of the gorgeous mirror finally lit up.

Then two figures stepped out of the mirror.

“Your Highness...!! ”

The old people almost cried with joy.

The emperors had no news for some time, and they were on a year-to-day basis.

Without the poles of the king, it's like without the main bone, it will collapse at any moment.

Fortunately, King is back now.

And even the Broken Army came back together.

It's their king!

Whatever the danger is, it won't be easy for him.

The old man thought so and suddenly heard a scream from the wolf: "My lord, what is wrong with you?! ”

“Shut up! ”

The emperor shouted coldly, waving his hand at the wolf with vigour, and then pushed the broken army out.

The sound of the opening was dull and cold, "Go get the Pharmacy King now! ”

The broken army was pushed into a slump and almost fell to the ground.

But he couldn't even adjust his lukewarm posture and suddenly turned to look at the old man, “You hear me? Go ask the king! Your Majesty is dying!! ”

The broken army has always been cold and indifferent, and the Tarzans have collapsed forward without discoloration.

At this time, he was anxious, even yelling at what he used to say.