The figure disappeared into the vortex of divine power of nothingness, ending this sudden farce.

There was silence all over the Wuhun Hall.

The two girls held Bibidong's body, and Qian Renxue did not hide her identity anymore. The light flashed and restored her daughter's body.

Bibidong is dead, and the plan of the Wuhun Palace is no longer necessary.

Xue Qinghe's identity has lost its meaning of existence.

——

night.

The soul master competition was left unresolved, and all forces were full of worries.

As for Xue Qinghe who turned into the man in the Wuhun Palace in a blink of an eye, Emperor Xue Ye was too lazy to worry about this matter.

The appearance of a God is the real thing.

The murder of the Pope in the Spirit Hall also shows the seriousness of this problem. Whoever offends that person will be doomed, and whoever can please him will naturally benefit...

"Xiao Wu, are you okay?"

Meng Yiran said worriedly.

"I'm fine,"

"Just feel a little empty."

Xiao Wu replied lightly.

Seeing Hu Liena and Qian Renxue so sad, she felt a little regretful at that time.

Hatred can only bring about hatred.

But how many people can get out of this vortex?

"Little girl, what are you talking about? Should we determine the wedding date?"

Ye Feng's voice suddenly rang.

Xiao Wu and Meng Yiran turned around and saw the boy suddenly appear behind him.

"You bad guy,"

"I actually did that kind of thing to someone else again."

Meng Yiran said angrily.

Qian Renxue, now I don’t know that Ye Feng is the murderer. If I knew, I would be wondering what I would think.

Probably, just like her back then?

"Thank you for the compliment,"

"I will continue to be a bad guy in the future."

Ye Feng kissed Meng Yiran's lips.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became ambiguous, and the delicate moans continued for a long time.

soon.

Xiao Wu was not spared.
Chapter completed!