"You know, I don't agree with you going to the demon world. You can think about it again. This may determine the fate of the world..."
Xuanyuan Xuantian ignored him. He opened the door and walked towards the empty hole at the end of the corridor.
Opposite the big hole is the demon world, which is dark, bloody, piled with corpses and carrion, and the order of the demon world is determined by strength.[
Many years ago, Xuanyuan Xuantian was born because of the war there, and also because it was almost destroyed.
The purpose of his birth was to destroy. Jiang Wei thought that if it weren't for his mother, he would have ceased to exist in this world.
It's really interesting, he thought again, Ling Xiaotu and Xuanyuan Xuantian seem to have complementary flavors, one is destruction and the other is devouring.
It would be great if these two children could be together and become softer.
Through his other pair of eyes, Jiang Wei saw the dark shapes in the big hole. They sensed Xuanyuan Xuantian's power, so they moved faster, like sharpened teeth.
He stretched out his hand and sensed the power of space.
That's easy. The space is like a limb. There is a faint line at the healing point, which can be easily cut along.
"You know, you can go home and everything will be fine," Jiang Wei said.
"I have to find her." Xuanyuan Xuantian replied.
Stubborn fool! Jiang Wei stared at the space in front of him. It was torn apart. The body that had just grown together was torn apart again, and the darkness inside was as rich as blood. It seemed to be able to suffocate people.
"Have you ever thought about it, she might not want to see you at all!" he said.
"Let her say it in front of me." Xuanyuan Xuantian said.
Jiang Wei closed his mouth and suddenly realized that everything was useless.
His problem is like a child who is unwilling to accept other people's determination and wants to change according to his own ideas.
And he is no longer a child. He has long learned that in this world, if you sometimes shut up and wait honestly, things will not be worse than without you talking too much. It will naturally have its own way of running.
No matter whether it is good or bad, outsiders cannot interfere.
He pursed his lips tightly, suppressing his emotions.