At the moment when the sharp blade cut through his skin, he felt the blood flowing, and his heart was pounding.

Yang Jian smiled.

"Just let my blood turn into the most beautiful flowers, dedicated to him, as a last blessing for a fan."

Blood trickled down the ground, and the dirt turned into a pattern of flowers.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and Yang Jian suddenly felt a long-lost warmth.

It's always been in his heart, and he has a lot of questions that he wants to ask Jackson, but now he doesn't vomit or feel unhappy.

"What do you want the world to look like?"

"Are the people you want to help still suffering from misfortune?"

"Have you forgotten the injuries you suffered in your life?"

The feeling of warmth grew stronger and stronger, as if someone had gently hugged him.

This feeling was still when he was younger, when his father held him in his arms.

It's been many years since I left my hometown, and I haven't felt my father's love for a long time.

Yang Jian gradually fell asleep in this embrace, as if he had a long dream.

I don't know how long it took.

The night was dark, and everything was finally calm again.

"Mr. Jackson, he looks like he's asleep."

"Bring me a bottle of Heaven's healing potion."

"Take a record of my complete works and a pen."

"Willing to serve".

"Tsk, this guy is really lucky, not everyone who faints from Mr. Jackson's concert has such luck."

"Grunt".

"Learned".

"Good luck, lad".

"Man, where are we going next?".

"The Demon Apostle Antoon invited us to his power plant for a fireworks ball, Mr. Jackson, who seems to be very interested in your moonwalk."

"In addition, if the performance at the Sea Train Station does not take place on time, I am afraid that we will have to pay a compensation to the organizers."

"It's unlucky, but I don't want to deal with the Flame Turtle, and of course, I'll pay the damages."

"Sir, where to go next, listen to your orders."

"Let's start from the Space-Time Gate, I want to visit Elvis Presley Presley."

"Well, the Rulers of the Plane are not so easy to talk to... Of course, your fame is here, and I think he will open the door of convenience."

"Okay, let's go!".

Several dazzling rays of light leaped into the extradimensional rift in the sky, followed by the rumble of a machine starting.

Soon the crack closed, and the aura stabilized.

Quiet nights, peaceful at the top of Affalia, as if nothing had ever happened.

In an open field, the adventurers of Yang Jian's squad were lying together.

Maple pillowed Bob's calves, and Hans pillowed Bob's thighs, sleepy.

Sissi pillowed Bob's thick, long arms, and her little hands were hugged tightly.

Bob the Barbarian didn't mind disturbing the silence of the night with a thunderous snoring.

Yang Jian's head rested on Bob's big belly, and his head rose and fell with his stomach.

At this time, if Yang Jian was awake, he would definitely see the epic platinum record on his chest.

Jackson's sassy dance is depicted on it, and there is a dashing essay signature in the blank space on the side:

Your dear friend, Michael Jackson, hereby dedicates.

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This chapter is dedicated to the idol Michael Jackson, the king of pop music