Either way, he and the demon will have to make a break sooner or later, and if this battle is inevitable, it is better to let it happen sooner.

Tomorrow, he plans to go down the unfinished road of the Wuhan River.

In Wuhanjiang's plan, Dao Ran's base has a huge amount of energy in reserve, as long as he manages to ignite it, then it is possible to destroy Dao Ran at the same time.

Although this method is dangerous, but now he doesn't even care about his life, what else is there to be afraid of.

There is a huge fighter plane in danger, and this may be the only way to deal with Daoran.

Long Xi lay on the unknown bank all night, and woke up in the morning, exhausted, and there was another pain in his chest.

But he couldn't do much of it, and the sky was drizzling, and his hair was covered with a thin layer of raindrops.

There was a fresh smell of earth on the ground, and there was a clear green space on both sides of the waterfront.

He raised his head and felt it for a while, the most common and comfortable breeze in the world.

Strands blew his hair up, faint, soft.

He sighed, walked to the riverbank, squatted down, picked up a mouthful of water and swallowed it into his stomach, and made a "grunt" sound, sweet to his throat.

Washing his face with water, he knew it was time to hit the road.

The rain was not heavy, it hit his hair like an embroidery needle, he shook the water on his face, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Wu Hanjiang, if you have a spirit in the sky, bless me."

In this empty place, in this skyless world, there seems to be only such a lonely figure as him, and all hope is pressed on him alone.

Exhaled slightly, without the slightest feeling of heaviness, when this battle was close to the eyes, it was extremely comfortable physically and mentally.

That's probably what death looks like.

What should come is still coming, there is no helplessness, no despair, some are just able to pick up and put down.

Some people's lives are always so free, even when the end of the world is approaching.

Long Xi walked out step by step, leaving a clear mark on the dirt, his steps firm and steady.

People are destined to leave traces in their lives, no matter how long or short, even if it is only for a second, it will leave your smell.

In the final battle, if we win, humanity will not be destroyed, and if we lose, then this earth may have to be handed over.

Long Xi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead as he walked, he was still a little worried, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of losing.

If he loses, how to face the people who helped him.

"Some people must be chilled," Long Xi sighed and strolled through the grove.

The maple leaves fluttered above his head, and he didn't want to disappoint more people, even if he died, he had to drag the demon into the water.

Even if you lose your life, this battle must be won.

If he can't fight by force, then he will definitely bypass the duel and only take the head of Daoran.

What is the way to level the opponent without making a move?

Long Xi thought hard, in the past, maybe this was incomprehensible, and he could only be caught in the face of that demon, but now it is different.

He went and didn't think about coming back alive.

Once people reach the point where they can ignore their own lives, then they will inevitably come up with methods that they did not dare to use before.

As long as you're not afraid of death, there's nothing you can't do.

With this belief, Long Xi slowly approached the demon's white building complex step by step.

"Dao Ran, look at it", a light appeared in his eyes, as if it came from the depths of his soul.

A person who is determined to break through the will to life, his eyes are different.

Like a knife? Like a sword?

No, it is like a white cloud in the sky, without honor or disgrace, neither humble nor arrogant.

He just stood there, no one dared him, he had no confidence.

He stood there, and the whole world became smaller.

When a person abandons the distractions of the outside world and focuses only on himself, then he becomes incomparably large.

He has the whole world in his heart.

His mind was unusually lucid, and he knew exactly what to do and what not to do.

Because at this time, Longxi no longer needs to ask for other people's opinions, and when he is in doubt, he just needs to ask his own heart.

Everyone is unique, and everyone is priceless.

And these ownership rights are held in the hands of only one person, and that is yourself.

Time moves extremely slowly, like tiny specks of dust in a halo of light.

The rain stopped, and the air smelled even more like it had just been.

Long Xi couldn't help but sniff carefully, and greedily took several large gulps.

Maybe this is the last day, and the most comfortable enjoyment in human life is breathing, but most people disdain it for a simple way like this.

Only when you are close to the most dangerous monster like Long Xi will you feel something.

The last day, the last battle.

He clenched his fists, and the huge white building was reflected in the faint morning light, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Beautiful", he exclaimed, and the beauty of nature conquered the senses again and again.

At this time, Long Xi still can't forget to appreciate it, and I have to say that he is also an outlier.

Under the huge white building, there was a group of patrol soldiers, iron-headed and iron-brained, looking very stupid, and Long Xi knew that even these small soldiers would not be able to deal with them one by one.

So he is not ready to follow the routine, the main gate is reserved for those who have strength, and now he has nothing but this life.

After walking around, he made up his mind not to go to the ground.

He was going to rush to the top of the building with light power and go to the warehouse like the Wuhan River.

Wu Hanjiang's death is an eternal pain in his heart, in order to keep this friend from dying in vain, he plans to go down this road all the way.

"Wu Hanjiang, your business is done, it's my turn now", Long Xi clenched his fist so loudly that it clicked.

Standing on a steep slope composed of dense forests, he moved his limbs slightly, his light skills have always been very good, and these dozens of meters of high buildings are not difficult for him.

Take a few deep breaths and leap to the top of the mountain.

Before his feet left the other side, a small warm hand grabbed him.

"Longxi, you are ......", the voice was gentle and kind.

He turned around, his eyes were dumbfounded, and he was stunned: "Ono."

Tian Xiaoye Shi Ran stood in front of him, with a graceful figure and a fresh face, "Longxi, let's go home."

What a kind voice.

"Go home?" Long Xi froze, and the long-lost person held his hand, which made his heart break.

Long Xi stood for a long time, lowered his head and looked gloomy, and said, "I...... I can't go back."

Tian Xiaoye clenched his hand tightly, his breathing seemed rapid, and his body was covered with a layer of tree shadows, faint.

"You're really going there...... But I'm ......," Tian Xiaoye said as he shed tears.

Long Xi sighed deeply and said, "You don't want me to die."

Tian Xiaoye nodded, "I can't do without you, if I can, I'd rather die first."

Long Xi had a bitter face, his eyebrows were slightly urging, and he struggled and said: "Don't say such things, my Long Xi is already very satisfied in this life, and death is not painful for me at all."

(End of chapter)