Listening to Liu Yue's words and looking at Liu Yue's blood-red eyes, Xuanyuan Che's eyes filled with anxiety. He took a deep breath with his last breath: "Avenge me..."
It's as thin as a mosquito or fly, but it's so clear that you can hear it even if the sky is falling apart.
Liuyue's eyes turned red and started to bleed.
After throwing out four slight words, Xuanyuan Che held Liu Yue's hand tightly, softened it, and closed his eyes.
"Your Majesty..."
"Your Majesty..."
Qiuhen and Yanhu went crazy. They rushed forward and hugged Xuanyuan Che tightly.
The desolate cry is carried by the breeze.
Brutal and like a wolf howling.
Du Yi, who was beside him, knelt down with a thud.
Yun Zhao, who was running downhill, stood firm step by step.
Looking at the people in front of me, the expressions on their faces are so complicated that I don’t know what they are.
Behind Liu Yue and others, Yun Zhao was a little afraid to step forward.
Xuanyuan Che, could it be...
Could such a strong person be so...
this……
His figure softened slightly. Ouyang Yufei, who had been standing on the mountainside, clenched his fingers into a fist. How could...how could...
Impossible, impossible...
"Hahahaha..." in this miserable wolf howl.
A sudden burst of wild laughter erupted from the hillside opposite. That kind of joy was completely contrary to the sadness and indignation here.
"King Tianchen, Xuanyuan Che, you are nothing more than..."
Before he finished speaking, the arrogant Heizun suddenly trembled.
Slowly lowering his head and looking at the sharp sword stabbing out from behind, Heizun's expression instantly twisted.
"...This..." The interrupted words flew out immediately, accompanied by the figure of the Black Lord slowly leaning back.
Duguye stood behind Heizun, drew out his bloody sword, and looked into the center of the mountain.