69novels Chapter 622
Chapter 622
For a moment,
Yang Xiruo really wanted to,
send this dear stupid brother to the underworld to accompany his beloved brother Luo.
In the outside world, the princess was shocked,
unable to bear the disappearance of the man, fainted, and was held in the arms of Ye Xi'an.
And this intellectual beauty who has always been gentle and kind to others, now has dull eyes and is full of regrets. The most painful thing in the world is to like someone, but before you can say it, that person leaves.
She looked at Ye Xiying and Ye Youling with envy,
at least,
they had gotten it before,
the man had the opportunity to listen to their feelings.
As for herself,
Ye Xiyan pursed her lips tightly, hugged the fainted Ye Xiying, and put her arms around Ye Youling, whose pupils were dark and dull: "Sister, I know you are very sad."
"But don't be sad first."
"The best way to commemorate him is to throw our dear father's head into this dark and cold abyss."
Ye Youling's lifeless pupils fluctuated,
This...
It was the first time that she heard her sister, who had always been a saint and kind to others, say such murderous words, and directly pointed at their "dear" father.
Ye Mingjia.
Ye Youling said aggrievedly: "We are too weak."
"But we are still young."
Ye Xiyan felt like a clown.
In the past, she always advised her sister to let go of hatred and welcome a sunny life.
But when she herself became a personal experiencer and lost someone,
she found it difficult to let go of the "malice" in her heart.
She wanted the betrayer dead,
Luo Fanchen's death,
There was no innocent person in the Blood Demon Cult, including the one she had been trying to find a reason to forgive,
father.
No,
It should be said...
"Beast."
Ye Xiyan hugged Ye Xiying and her sister tightly, saying it firmly.
"Damn Blood Demon Cult!"
"I want you dead!!"
"You guys are a bunch of shitheads, die for me!!!"
"What a good young man!"
The tattooed young man was so angry that he was about to spit out white smoke. There were several people around him, but they all timidly hid away.
Because maybe even the tattooed young man himself didn't notice,
The dense tattoos covering his body seemed to come alive, faintly flashing red light, frightening the people around him so much that they dared not speak, and quickly hid away with trembling legs and feet.
"Huang'er!"
"Huang'er!!!"
The four priests rushed into the secret realm, looking for Huang Yan's traces, like crazy, but they found nothing at all. It seemed that in the previous shocking battle, Huang Yan, who was full of bitterness and humble like a clown, was also shattered by the aftermath.
"Damn it!"
"Huang'er, where are you!!"
The four priests had a son in their old age, and he was so precious. They put all their efforts into it, even at the cost of stagnating their cultivation for life and regressing, and they also sacrificed a leg and an arm, and spent the artifact to save their son, but now there is no news, no trace.
"Ah!!!"
The four priests were like crazy, with a burst of momentum and loose hair.
Finally, looking at the projections of the four strange sacred beasts in the sky, and the direction of the four empires in distress, they gritted their teeth, broke through the void, and chose to rush to help.
Hundreds of thousands of spectators were unable to leave for a long time, and the audience seats were filled with the unpleasant smell of feces and urine.
But no one cared, and they looked in horror at the distant direction. The four empires didn't know what had happened. The unknown was the most terrifying.
Who would have thought that after coming out to watch a game, he almost died without a complete body and became a snack for the evil god.
Who would have thought that he would lose his home again after just saving his life.
Where should they go now?
They dare not go home.
Instead, they were all lost and sat here with lingering fear, as if this place was blessed by Luo Fanchen's heroic spirit, and they felt inexplicably at ease.
Hundreds of thousands of people, regardless of their walks of life, regardless of their cultivation level, regardless of good or evil, ugly or beautiful, almost all of them looked at the secret realm of the black abyss through the passage.
The people are not fools.
They can tell who is trampling on their dignity, who is oppressing and exploiting them, and they understand who respects them and who is really good to them.
This competition encountered a life-and-death crisis.
It seemed that the only one who really cared about the lives of their people was the female pope,
and this young man who was willing to sit with these so-called low-class "untouchables" from the beginning.
They themselves had never risked their lives for others, but today there was a favored child who, despite having the ability to escape, gave up escaping and fought for them until the last moment, draining the last of his vitality, and fell into the abyss with blood and flesh.
He saved everyone,
but no one could save him.
Silent audienceDuring the dinner, someone suddenly said:
"He is a hero."
"A hero who is truly willing to protect others."
"Damn it, I hate heroes."
The rough man who cursed angrily suddenly covered his rough cheeks with his hands, and his voice was intermittent: "The scourge lasts for thousands of years, and the hero doesn't live long."
"Fuck the world."
"Damn it!"
"It's really damn it!!"
"He is the one who shouldn't die the most!"
Even if he is a weak person on weekdays, he couldn't help cursing a few times at this moment, but his mood did not become much better, but too blocked.
"We..."
"I owe someone who will never have the chance to pay back..."
"A favor."
Someone corrected: "It's not a favor, it's a life!!"
Some people believe that human nature is good, and they learn to do evil.
Some people believe that human nature is evil, born selfish, and guided to do good.
However, these two views are not in conflict at this moment,
Because when a real "hero" appears and is truly willing to protect, such a guy will breed something special and plant something in the hearts of any person.
Countless people stood up at the same time, even those ruffians and tyrants, at this moment, they stood straight with all their strength.
They hate heroes because it makes them look very frustrated and short.
But inexplicably, they yearn for and respect them.
"Luo Zhuangyuan..."
"The real Zhuangyuan..."
"All the way--"
"Have a good trip!"
Hundreds of thousands of people spoke one after another at the beginning, and inexplicably gathered into one voice in the end, which was surprisingly consistent.
"Farewell!"
"Luo Zhuangyuan."
"Today's favor, today's fruit..."
"We will never forget it."
...
I don't know how much time has passed, nor where I am. This is a colorful world of bizarre colors.
A naked exiled young man's eyes are closed and trembling. His body is full of terrifying scars, but they have healed.
He...
He opened his eyes hazily, pressed his head with a splitting headache, as if he had slept for a long time.
I saw a peerless figure, and a golden mask that seemed to be crying and laughing...