Chapter 1057

A king can only die in his own land and be buried in his own mausoleum.

Ryukyu's eyes had not been bloodstained for a long time. He turned red and began to look ferocious.

Cloud summoned a sigh, but had to say: "now the weather is big, he can't stop here.

So, let's let Qiu Keng take him back first. When you wake up, we We can catch up quickly. "

They understand that, so they let Qiuxian go first.

Listening to Yunzhao's words, Ryukyu clenched his teeth.

The grinding sound of the teeth was clear in the silence.

A kind of emotion that is not like sadness, but better than sadness, spreads in silence.

I can't breathe.

The cloud summoned this and almost couldn't bear to turn his head: "this is what autumn trace gave you. It's their road map back. If you want to go, we We'll pay you for it now. "

Step forward to pull the hand of Ryukyu, and put the things left by the autumn trace to Ryukyu.

But looking at Ryukyu, he didn't respond at all. Yunzhao turned his head.

This does not cry do not make Ryukyu, but blood red eyes, but rather than cry made crazy, more uncomfortable.

Holding on to what Yun zhaosai gave her, Ryukyu slowly turned his head and looked out of the window.

The sky is so blue, white clouds are rolling on it.

The wind blows gently.

However, how can the heart be so cold? It's cold and suffocating.

Ouyang Yu Fei saw that the whole body of Ryukyu was shaking, but he did not cry. He took Ryukyu's shoulder and said, "if you want to cry, cry. Don't force me."

No sorrow is greater than death of the heart. Pain makes it tearless.

If you can cry at this time, maybe it's a good thing.