Kungo, the capital of annihilation. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info The current City Lord's Mansion is no longer the place where people are buzzing with singing and dancing. There are only ruins and sky-high fires, and people who have sharpened their heads in the past are afraid to avoid it.

The notice reads: "Mu Gusheng, the current lord of Kunwu, secretly trained his private army, hid arms, shielded bandits, plotted against the empire, oppressed the people, betrayed the country, and rebelled. Notorious...... People and gods are angry, and they have decided to destroy it to set an example! "This is a notice written by the Fourth Commander himself, and the Gangneung City Lord's Mansion has become a thing of the past because of this notice.

And the City Lord's Mansion was shattered yesterday. Family members, guards, doormen, and private soldiers were wiped out. The screams and cries for help were silent, and the entire City Lord's Mansion was stained red with blood and flames! The whole process lasted two quarters of an hour, and not a single person could escape!

It's just that no one has noticed that the corpse that faked death in the back garden, no one would have expected that this little girl who had been stabbed six or seven times and burned by fire still had a trace of life.

This person's name is Mu Qinghan, the granddaughter adopted by Mu Gusheng, the patriarch of the Annihilation Clan. She's alive!

Late yesterday night, a group of strangers broke in. He knew that it was too late, and that the group had begun the slaughter after throwing the heads of the squires. Kill everyone in this hall - all the elders closest to her!

Now, she lay quietly on the cold ground, without sorrow, without tears, without even a sound. He had only a pair of godless eyes and a somewhat frightening look that was empty and barren. There is no greater mourning than death.

Sister, friend, guard...... Everything was lost forever and ever, and even the traces of existence were annihilated in the raging fire.

Ever since many strangers had come to Kunwu City, he had foreseen the end of the day. However, he could do nothing but watch it happen. Moreover, even revenge is a luxury. Because, his enemy is the Shao Si Ming who can never be reached, and it is the entire Sangliu Empire that is in full swing.

Why? Why let yourself live? Why not let yourself die cleanly?

Why let yourself once again experience the torment of life that is worse than death with hatred but no revenge? Why let yourself suffer all the sadness and helplessness? The winter sun is so dazzling, and the unburned smoke is suffocating!

A clear footstep came slowly from the broken street—could it be someone from the Empire who had come to clean up the battlefield. That would be fine, she would finally not have to endure the pain alone—he would be free.

However, the expected death did not happen. A pair of eyes like knives hit him deep in the heart, but there was no malice. Her left eye flickered again, and then there was a majestic middle-aged man in front of her.

The middle-aged man said in a domineering tone - "Do you want revenge?" Want to put an end to this sinful empire? The man's mouth was appalling words. It's just that, somehow, Mu Qinghan saw the calm eyes of the middle-aged man.

That kind of determined look is so conceited and proud, enough to reassure everyone and make everyone have a desire to follow.

In an instant, Mu Qinghan was persuaded by this look. She stood up suddenly: "What do I need to give?"

The middle-aged man leaked a natural smile: "You don't have to pay anything, I just want your loyalty and a lifetime of following." Can you give me this without reservation? Oh! By the way, you are me, I am you, in fact, we are one person. I am the future you. Because, in the order of disappointment, you will become what I am in the future! ”

Mu Qinghan ignored the middle-aged man's nonsense, but asked cautiously, "As long as you have my loyalty, can you let me have unparalleled strength?" Take it! I'm going to use it to save the whole people. ”

The voice continued, "No, no, no! Now, the time is not yet ripe. Because, I haven't completed the crucial step yet, and when I do, you will have a chance to serve me. I came out just to make a statement of my existence. Mu Qinghan...... With me, I'm enough to keep you safe...... No one will give up their loot easily! Hee-hee......"

At this moment, Mu Gusheng's voice sounded. "Xiao Han...... Xiao Han ...... Xiao Han ...... Where are you? Xiao Han ......"

Hearing this voice, Mu Qinghan responded loudly: "Grandpa Gu Sheng, I'm here...... I am here! ”

Mu Qinghan got up from the ground and threw himself into Mu Gusheng's arms. "Grandpa Gu Sheng...... I thought...... I thought...... Woooooo ”

Mu Gusheng gently hugged the light cold. "No...... Grandpa is blessed with a great life, how can something happen...... Let's go! Let's start running! ”

Next, what she remembered was the scene where Grandpa Mu Gusheng completed the limit for himself - the old man was pale and a little powerless. It's just that he didn't have the slightest slackness when he went, "Chrysanthemum at the end of September, help me." "He's calling for his own Spiritual Flower. Immediately, the chrysanthemum in his left eye seemed to understand his words, and released a stronger afterglow!

At this time, with Mu Qinghan as the center, the surrounding air flowed rapidly in a whirlpool. The closer she got to her body, the more violent the currents became—all the rocks around her were reduced to ashes in the vibration of the air. The snow was flying, and it looked like a storm from a distance.

Mu Gusheng was also stunned. He had never experienced such a grand annihilation limit. What kind of spirit flower is Xiao Han's flower?

More and more holy power is needed to break the limit, and Mu Gusheng's physical strength has been seriously overdrawn. However, he could not give up. They are about to die, and Xiao Han is the only hope for their Annihilation Clan. "Puff puff...... he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and he was on the verge of collapse......

Mu Qinghan heard the voice, and vaguely saw the bright red. "Grandpa Gu Sheng, don't, let me down-" The old patriarch ignored Mu Qinghan's shout. There was a resolute look in his eyes that the fish was dead.

The old man's voice was hoarse: "September Mo Zhiju, thank you for your companionship over the years, which has given me the strength to protect the clan." It was you who made my life not mediocre, and it was you who gave me the capital to follow my dreams. It allowed me to overcome my cowardice and low self-esteem. In this final moment, let's witness the next oblivion breaking the limit. They are tomorrow's Mu Gusheng and September Mo ......"

Mu Gusheng chanted in a deep voice: "September Mo Chrysanthemum - Tomorrow's Flower." The petals in his eyes were trembling, and he responded enthusiastically to the master's determination. Suddenly, the light was shining and neon was everywhere. The dying old man became warmer than everyone else, and his dazzling left eye was like another sun on a snowy field......

Only then did the violent storm begin to shrink, transforming into a cyan enchantment that wrapped one man and one beast tightly like a silkworm cocoon. The storm subsided, and everything returned to calm. Only the figure in the cocoon is constantly changing, and the two shadows are gradually merging into one, and some kind of mutation is taking place......

The brilliance dissipated, the petals in the old man's eyes dissipated piece by piece, and his vitality and vitality were also passing away. However, his gaze was always full of satisfaction. "Xiao Han, in the future, you have to ...... well" Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a bang, like a mountain collapsing. The relieved gaze was also attached to a hint of paleness, like a barren sky.