Chapter 1004

I want to be a loyal son far away and a short-term lover of material things

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Among the creations of the gods, only I am the most perishable

With the irresistible speed of death

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Like all poets who take dreams as horses

My career is to be the life of the sun

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The sun is my name

The sun is my life

(excerpt from Haizi, taking dreams as horses)

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A cloud floated from the universe.

The cloud was spotless, huge, and striking even in the vast universe.

The core of the solar system has returned to normal, with bright light passing through it freely.

That's starlight, too.

The starlight falls on the white clouds, illuminating each strand, with a faint crystal flow.

Driven by the Fairy Spirit in the starlight, the white cloud grew faster and faster, which was unimaginable. It didn't take long to cross the incomplete moon and reach the blue ancestral star.

The white cloud entered the atmosphere of the ancestral star and landed on the sea with several breezes.

The sea was gently rippling, with no waves and no sound.

The breeze gradually gathered, and the dancing clouds also fell down and fell into the sea, wetting the edge.

The white cloud showed its true body. It turned out to be a huge white long haired cat.

There is a wheelchair on the beach. There is an old man in the wheelchair.

A big pupil showed complex emotions, slowly lowered his head and saluted each other respectfully.

Some people came out of the long hair like reeds on its back.

The men followed the gentle slope formed by Ada's neck and head to the beach.

The front is also a wheelchair.

Zhuo rusui sat paralyzed on the beach, looked at the well nine in the wheelchair and said, "it's all over."

If only Zhao Layue, Liu shisui and others come, or there is some hope.

Now all those hopes are dashed.

Because well nine also came.

Zhuo rusui's face turned pale a moment ago. That's when he thought of it.

If Jing Jiu can't solve the problem of Chengtian sword, he will be held in his hand by his ancestor.

The ancestor holds the sword of all things. Who else can defeat him?

Zhao Layue pushed her wheelchair forward and said when she passed Zhuo rusui, "don't worry."

Zhuo rusui looked at her back and shouted, "why?"

Zhao Layue didn't stop.

Zhuo rusui noticed that there was a little girl beside her, obviously an ordinary human, and couldn't help being confused.

Liu shisui came to Zhuo rusui, patted him on the shoulder to show his hard work, and then explained Zhao Layue's words.

"If you have no confidence, how can you come here?"

Zhuo rusui thought it was true. With Jing Jiu's temperament, if the problem of chengtianjian could not be solved, where would Zuxing come? I'm afraid he has already fled to the end of the universe and may even run to the sea of dark things.

Peng Lang also came over and nodded to Zhuo rusui. His face was very cold.

Zhuo rusui had a lot of contact with him when he was in Chaotian mainland. He knew that he was a gentle and honest guy. He rarely saw such an expression. He was surprised and asked, "are you all right?"

Peng Lang stared at the wheelchair in the distance and said, "yes."

Xueji can't do anything, otherwise how can he tell his wife?

If something really happens to Xueji, he must do something crazy he has never done before.

Footsteps on the beach are still ringing.

"Is it over? You won't even come to the useless part of the Yuan opera. Aren't you afraid of the whole army... "

Zhuo rusui turned around angrily, and his voice stopped suddenly.

Because he saw a childish face.

Tong Yan said, "you're not dead yet. It's good."

Zhuo rusui said expressionless, "why aren't you dead?"

Tong Yan said, "don't I come to die?"

With these words, he went on and joined the team with only a few people.

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Zhao Layue pushed her wheelchair to the beach, loosened her hands and stepped back three steps.

Well nine quietly looked at the old man in the wheelchair opposite.

During the first World War of the fog extraterrestrial system, the founder of Castle Peak once appeared in the universe with divine consciousness.

Except for that time, he only saw the portrait of his ancestor in the small building, and he didn't seriously look at each other.

The wrinkles on his face were very deep and his legs were thin, like an ordinary old man dying.

Of course, his situation is not much better.

He was covered with a blanket, his face was pale, and he leaned weakly in his wheelchair. He looked like a patient whose time was running out.

The slightly cold wind blew from the sea and fell on his face, causing his cough—— Coughs, yawns, smiles and spores from the sea of darkness are the most infectious things. The grandmaster shook hands and coughed a few times on his lips. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation