"His Highness Bishamen"

Zhao Ma looked at the painful Bishamentian in the 'first line', and couldn't help but start to wonder if what he was doing was really right? As the master's Dao Sign, he let the master suffer the most cruel punishment, and he could not escape the blame, and after Bishamentian survived safely, he decided to resign and return the name to Bishamentian, he did not deserve this name.

"Brother Zhaoma, sister, she'll be fine, right?"

Zoba's worried eyes prevented him from speaking, and he wanted to know the answer to the question.

"Don't worry, she'll make it! With so many people waiting for her, His Highness Bishamen Heaven would definitely not agree to a generational change! ”

The thick voice of the Buddha has the effect of stabilizing people's hearts, and the Ruba seems to be no longer so nervous, gradually relaxing, leaning on his back.

"Bisha"

"Ahh!!!hh Trillion Ma Trillion Ma!! Save me!!! Ahh!!hhhh ”

Within the line, Bishamentian seemed to see Zhao Ma standing aside, her eyes were already protruding from her sockets, she looked at Zhao Ma deadly, 'Sick' had spread all over her body, and blood-red tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

"Can't you do it?"

Qile frowned slightly, and also walked over,

"The 'sickness' has spread throughout the body, and it will be too late if you don't introspect."

"Bisha! Hear me, Bisha, we don't live for God! We were all human beings, we had desires, we had greed, and that's normal! It's everyone! You have saved so many souls with your kindness, no one wants to believe that you will have any obsession like this, but I know that you can't give up everything in the world, and you can't give up all the artifacts of the Ba clan! Just like you couldn't give up the Ma clan that had completely collapsed, when the artifacts began to be suspicious of each other, you were already deeply stabbed, and I couldn't save you, so you could only ask the fighting god to kill all the Ma clan and cut off the 'sickness' you had gained from your body, did I save you or hurt you in the first place?! Bisha! It's me who is wrong, and I'm surviving and you're being woken from your slumber. They want to use you again! As your guideline, I can't watch you encounter danger again and again. Your Highness, please face up to your obsessions, these are the things you should let go! You are alive with a new mission, not trapped in the cage of the past! ”

Zhaoma, who has always been a gentleman, roared loudly and said all the words in his heart. Within the line. But Bishamonti was silent,

"Ma Zhaoma, I was wrong, we were all wrong, I always thought that the death of the Ma clan was caused by me, I was not tolerant enough, not loving enough, so that there would be suspicion and jealousy between you, everything was caused by me, but it turned out that these are human nature, it can't be avoided, I am really wrong, if it goes on like this, the Ba clan will have the same fate, I don't want such an ending!"

Bishamentian burst into tears, the lightning in the line stopped, and the 'sickness' on Bishamentian's body gradually subsided, and the wound healed quickly. It was as if he had been reborn. Sparkling.

"It worked!"

Tia looked at Bishamonti in front of her and cheered! hugged Allen and couldn't help but shed tears of joy.

"Fool, why are you crying again?"

Eren wiped tears from Tia's eyes and looked at her tenderly.

"It's okay, I just think Bisha is a good person, she will definitely survive!"

The line gradually receded, and Bishamon cowered on the ground. Zhao Mahjong put a huge cloak over her body,

"Trillion Ma for so long. Thank you for your hard work."

Bishamentian smiled, blonde hair and golden eyes, as beautiful as a god.

"You are, so tolerant of me, I"

Bishamentian placed his finger on Zhaoma's lips, stopping him from continuing.

"Don't say what I don't want to hear, you are my sign, as long as I am still in the day, you are my signer of the day, and it will never change."

"Bisha"

looked at the affectionate appearance of the two. The meat of Ilt is numb,

"Don't fall in love now, our business is not over yet."

"Ahem, Your Highness Ilte, don't talk nonsense, His Highness Bisha Bishamen is my master, not as you say."

Zhaoma pushed his glasses and said seriously, Ilt didn't want to investigate what happened to the two of them, he just wanted to solve the problem quickly.

"Ilt is right, our affairs need the help of His Highness Bishamen Tian."

This time it was Allen who spoke, and Bishamentian sat cross-legged on the ground with a cloak,

"Since you saved me, if there is anything I need help, I will definitely do my best."

"That's easy! We need to know who made this ore like this, and what is his purpose? Is this related to the heroes of 7 people? ”

Ilte's series of questions were summed up quite precisely, and Bishamentian looked up and replied,

"Number one, I don't know who made this place like this, because it's the way it has been since I woke up. Second, there is no answer to the first question, and naturally the second question cannot be answered. Thirdly, this matter is definitely related to the heroes of the Seven. ”

Alan was already discouraged, but when he heard the third question answered by Bishamentian, he suddenly had confidence again,

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it was one of the seven people who summoned me, and although I'm not sure who he was, I remember the smell of this person, and he must be someone I know."

Hearing this, Ilte suddenly turned his head to look at Qile, only to find that Qile was also looking at him.

"Do you mean that the person who summoned you lived in the same era as you?"

"So to speak, but in my memory, he should be much older than me, I became a god before him, but he was not a god before I died."

"According to you, his age is unusual, Qile, isn't it?"

The name that Ilt wanted to say, Qile naturally knew, but he didn't understand why.

"Ilte, Kira, who are you talking about?"

Tia asked.

"The Elven King—Thrandil."

Qile and Ilt replied in unison.

"How could it be him?"

Qile pinched the lucky dragon tooth in his hand and said slowly,

"Whatever my king's purpose in summoning you here, it will not be him who deceives you and takes advantage of you."

"You're right, it's really two people, the second person has no smell on him, and Thranduil has a faint floral scent on him, a smell I will never forget for generations." (To be continued.) )