Sang Zhefeng raised his head, looked at the dark and towering platform not far away under the night, and let out a long sigh of relief, "That's where the fallacy is......

He paused slightly, then looked at Joan of Arc behind him, and said slowly: "You go back first, the next thing is no longer for the Heroic Spirit to participate in......"

"Wait!" Joan of Arc staggered a little towards Sanzhe Feng and said, "Do you want to duel with the fallacy yourself?" In that case, what's the use of you summoning so many Heroic Spirits! Aren't your plans gone? ”

Hearing this, Sang Zhefeng couldn't help but scratch his head, and then said: "After all, I have already lost in which move, and it doesn't have much effect on how to toss." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Speaking of this, he also showed a helpless wry smile and said, "And it's not like I'm going alone." ”

With his words, Twilight slowly stood behind him.

Joan of Arc looked at the two guys in front of her a little blankly, and finally bit her lip and said, "You couple really don't listen to people's advice......

"Is there no way...... Sang Zhefeng shrugged his shoulders and said, "The origin of everything comes from the feeling that there is no part of me that has not been abandoned, and naturally it must be finished by me." ”

Joan of Arc opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but in the end she just shook her head helplessly, and then said lightly: "I'll go and bring back those heroic spirits." You're going to have to come back...... Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to handle so many strange guys. ”

Sang Zhefeng smiled and nodded, indicating that he understood. Then he slowly walked towards the high platform over there, and the twilight rain didn't speak, just silently followed behind him, and walked towards the high platform together.

Joan of Arc was just there watching them. The breeze blew around them, raising their hair and the corners of their clothes.

Underneath this starlight, man and man are separated. This is not some great force to resist but simply an inevitable consequence of some necessity.

The cause and effect caused by Sang Zhefeng himself should now also be digested by himself.

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Sang Zhefeng silently walked to the high platform over there, and didn't say a word along the way. But his steps seemed heavy, as if something was pressing on one side of his body, and he could not bother at all.

"Very unwilling?"

Sang Zhefeng was walking forward silently there, and Hai Duyu suddenly spoke, saying this.

"Yes......"

Sang Zhefeng looked a little helpless, he shrugged his shoulders as he walked, and said, "Obviously, I have already won, but I got such a result...... Tut...... It turned out that I had always been calculating and being manipulated, but I didn't expect that I would let others play with my heart this time......"

He said with a wry smile helplessly.

"Yes."

The sound of the twilight rain was a little faint, very gentle.

Sang Zhefeng didn't speak, just walked there with his head bowed.

Suddenly, he felt two arms pass from behind him and hug him.

The warmth of the faction clung to it.

"Zhefeng ......" Hai Duyu whispered, "relax...... It's not your fault...... You're not wrong......"

Sang Zhefeng didn't speak, just slowly lowered his head.

The moonlight scattered on the bodies of the two people, it looked wonderful and clear, and the light light continued to fluctuate there, forming a beautiful arc of silver and white, changing slightly, gently bending.

Sang Zhefeng slowly put his hand on Hai Duyu's hand.

"Don't worry...... I'm going to be fine...... Absolutely no problem......"

Sang Zhefeng spoke in a gentle tone, but his voice was a little hoarse.

And he slowly exerted some strength in his hand, and pulled Twilight's hand away from him.

Hai Duyu took two steps back slightly, looking at Sang Zhefeng, she was a little stunned, and then a faint wry smile appeared on her face.

"Got it......"

She said.

Sang Zhefeng smiled slightly, and then he stepped forward, touched Hai Duyu's hair, and said with a smile, "I know......"

Two people say the same thing, but who knows what they really think and what attitude they really have in their hearts?

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Sang Zhe Feng and Hai Dui Yu slowly walked up to the high platform, and it was already late at night, and the moonlight sprinkled on the high platform, reflecting this place like a silver platter.

Perhaps in many places, people have fallen asleep and fallen asleep. But here, there are definitely sleepless people.

Sang Zhefeng looked down on the entire abandoned city from the top of the high platform, and he didn't know what it was like.

It was originally a densely populated city, but it was sad to think that it had become like this because of these undead legions. Those places that were once brightly lit have become black waste, and those originally beautiful floating lamps have become waste products that have lost their energy. Those beautiful billboards have also become tables for the Heroic Spirits to hold meetings after their victories......

Sang Zhefeng suddenly felt that Joan of Arc was indeed facing a big problem, that is, these heroic spirits were really too individual, and it was very likely that she would not even be able to gather all those heroic spirits......

In short, black had covered the city, rendering it lifeless - except for the active Heroic Spirits.

"Eh, you're here~"

The sudden voice interrupted Sang Zhefeng's observation of the city, and the corners of Sang Zhefeng's mouth showed a helpless smile.

"I really don't want to hear your voice right now......"

Sang Zhefeng slowly turned his head, looked at the fallacy over there, and said.

"It's a pity that you're still here~"

Fallacy was dressed in black and had a gentle smile on his face.

"Isn't it?" Fallacy

Sang Zhefeng didn't reply, he just slowly walked to the middle of the high platform and confronted the fallacy.

Twilight followed him, standing there, looking at the girl in black over there.

"Ahh There was a playful look on Fallacy's face, and then she clapped her hands, still with that expression on her face, and said, "But I think you still want to see her...... ......"

As she moved, a girl appeared on the other side of the platform.

Sang Zhefeng had long known that she would appear there, but he couldn't help but subconsciously shrink his pupils.

That's Heatham.