Mizukage really wanted to smile, as a final farewell, but he couldn't laugh. He was lucky enough to be able to speak, and named their route.
Dai Yuan suddenly felt a little reluctant to let go of Shui Ying, as if they had known each other many years ago.
Maybe it's just a mental effect, or the will of God is at work.
But Daiyuan couldn't suppress that heavy feeling.
She felt like she was about to cry.
When she felt she was about to cry, tears were already hanging on her face.
"Are you crying for me?" Mizukage asked.
"I'm crying...I don't know..." Dai Yuan felt increasingly sad, as if there was an unforgettable love that she had forgotten.
But when I found out and wanted to get it back, it was no longer there.
"Don't cry, go home, I will remember you. Yue, Yue Daiyuan." Shuiying didn't want to be sensational, but Daiyuan couldn't stop her tears...
"ah--"
Shangguan Mo shouted loudly.
Just now, I was only paying attention to the two people talking, but I didn't notice that Shangguan Mo had been holding his head, huddled in a corner, making no sound, and looking in pain.
"Mo'er--" Dai Yuan shouted.
I saw a red mist surrounding Shangguan Mo's head. He was struggling painfully inside, and the veins on his face were exposed, as if he could see his bones...
From Dai Yuan’s perspective, it’s like watching a live version of a ghost movie!
Shangguan Mo was blinking inside, and Dai Yuan's shouting could not be heard at all.
"This kid is going to open his eyes." Shui Ying said calmly.
The process of sublimation is painful, quite painful. Dai Yuan has already felt Shangguan Mo's pain.
However, I had nothing to do but wait anxiously. Fortunately, the moon did not go astray.
There's still enough time.
Seeing Dai Yuan looking at the moon, Shui Ying's heart felt unspeakably depressed.
How can people notice Bing's depression...
Mizukage felt that the top of himself was wet...it turned out to be tears. He didn't expect that the water god would also have tears, and thought they were things from the human world.
I am crying, but I don’t know that I am crying...I can’t believe it. Is it nostalgia...is it reluctance...
Or he is about to disappear into ashes, and his voice will never be heard in this world...