After Mansha left, Cang Wunian lay alone on the bed, according to Mansha, he had been in a coma for more than half a year. For him, it was as if he had fallen into a long slumber, in which there was nothing but endless darkness.

Painting Family...... Painting Family......

Cang Wunian's mind was full of this strange name, but after thinking about it again and again, it was true that such a group had never appeared in his memory.

Thinking that there was now a wisp of Awake Soul missing from his body, Cang Wunian couldn't help frowning, he naturally knew what Awake Soul meant to a creature with three souls and seven spirits. In his somewhat complicated and confusing memory, he was not a ruthless person, and even he vaguely felt that he seemed to have encountered a very warm emotion, but what kind of emotion it was, he couldn't remember it at all, and now he had lost a wisp of soul, if this soul could not be remedied, I am afraid he would never understand it for the rest of his life.

While Cang Wunian was thinking about some questions that he couldn't figure out, Mansha had already returned to his Luoxia Palace. Then she called Mo Qiandu, Luo You, Xi Ze and Meng Yu over.

"Your Majesty. When the four of them saw Mansha, they all bowed.

"Several of them are the mainstays of my Shura royal family, and this time I will call a few of them, and this king has something I want to ask you. Wu Nian has woken up just now, and his body seems to be fine, and this king has already notified the pharmacist to go and check it carefully, if there is no problem, this king plans to leave for the human world in three days. Mansha said slowly.

"The little prince is awake?" except for Xi Ze, the other three all exclaimed.

Then Mo Qiandu asked, "Your Majesty, does the little prince look abnormal?"

Mansa sighed, and there was sadness in his eyes that could not be concealed: "As the High Priest said earlier, he really seems to have become a little cold. In the past, he just didn't like to talk much, a little unsmiling, and not as lively as an ordinary child. But today the king does feel his indifference, and ...... His dark purple eyes had turned gray for some reason. ”

"Gray?" Mo Qiandu was shocked, and then he said, "Maybe you will have this reaction after losing your soul." Your Majesty, does the little prince still recognize you?"

Naturally, he recognized it, but when the king saw his cold and indifferent appearance, he inevitably felt a little sentimental in his heart. Mansha said lightly.

"Although the little prince will become ruthless now that he has lost his soul, the king is his mother after all, and getting along with each other may be able to arouse some of the little prince's awareness of family affection, and the king should not be too discouraged. Royu suggested.

"That's all there is to it. Mansha didn't have much confidence in this, she sighed again, and then said, "The king's return date is not yet known. During the period of the king's absence, the affairs of the Shura clan were taken care of by a few people. If the king does not return after ten years, he will choose another capable person to serve as the new king. ”

"The king......" Several people were shocked by Mansha's words, and even Xixue, who had always been dissatisfied with Mansha, couldn't help frowning.

"This king knows that such a decision is very selfish, but this king also knows that with this king's ability, he cannot bring light and a future to my Shura clan, and there are many capable people in my clan, and this king can only be regarded as being ordered in danger back then. Now that a thousand years have passed, the Shura clan can no longer be so silent. Mansha smiled faintly, what she said was also from her heart, she didn't care if she was not the king, as long as she could lead the Shura clan to go better and further, not to mention giving up the throne, even if she was wiped out, she would not complain.

"Your Majesty, your subordinates have been observing the heavens for a few days and nights, but they have not perceived anything. In fact, since the birth of the little prince, there have been many strange phenomena, and the little prince seems to be a big variable in our race, but now I don't know whether it is good or bad. However, with all due respect, the king still has to protect himself no matter what, after all, the election of the Shura King is a major matter, and it is easy to cause turmoil if it is not handled well. The subordinates only hoped that the king would return as soon as possible. Meng Yu bowed and said.

"The old man and Meng Yu Xingshi have the same attitude. However, the old man also said that the time in the human world is not as good as the Shura world, and there should be no problems with the mana of the king, but the little prince's strength is still weak, and when he reaches the human world, I am afraid that the growth of his body and appearance will grow year by year like mortals. I also hope that the king will be more careful on this trip and will be able to return as soon as possible. Luo You also bowed and said.

Mansha nodded solemnly: "This king will do his best." ”

Three days later, Mansha left the Shura tribe.

Although Mansha's mana is sparse and ordinary among the Shura clan, it is not difficult to reach the east of the East China Sea directly across the sea, but she still has the young Cang Wunian and the lowly An Ruyue by her side, so in the end, she can only activate the formation through space through the blood jade altar with the help of the high priest and several elders.

The power of the formation was limited, except for Cang Wunian and An Ruyue, Mansha only brought four guards whose mana was acceptable to go to the human realm with her.

In an inconspicuous corner far away from the altar, a red-clothed Akasha stared at several figures in the center of the altar from a distance.

Just as the figures of Mansha and the others disappeared into the center of the Blood Jade Altar, a sneer rose at the corner of Chisha's mouth, and then she said to the people around her as if talking to herself: "I actually want to help that little wild seed replenish a wisp of consciousness soul through a mortal race, my sister is really naïve!

Standing beside Chisha was Xuan Tuo, who had now lost his soul, his eyes were pitch black, hollow, if it weren't for the people who knew him to know that he was once one of the most famous generals in the Shura clan, anyone who saw him like this would think that he was just a high-level puppet refined by a master.

In fact, at this time, Xuan Tuo is not much different from a puppet, he has been completely controlled by the Red Cast.

He stood quietly beside Chisha, when Chisha asked him, he just nodded indifferently, now he has no consciousness at all, even if Chisha wants him to immediately burn out the only remaining two souls and seven spirits in his body, he will not frown.

"Let's go, no matter what, that little wild seed is also Mrs. Ben's nephew, and I, who is an aunt, must also prepare a generous gift for him......" Akasha smiled enchantingly, turned and disappeared in place, leaving only a red afterimage and a coquettish laugh that gradually drifted into the air.