"It's you......" Ximen Yelou's fist was imprinted on the iron sword that suddenly appeared. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The darkness that came with it collided with the frost on the unremarkable iron sword, and finally dissipated into peace.

It's just that General Su's hand holding the sword trembled for a moment.

"So, he is really Su Mubai's son?"

General Su did not answer.

"Little Red, get out of the way. Ximen Yelou looked at the iron armor that seemed to have no temperature at all, and said slowly.

Tie Armor was still speechless, as if he was silently saying, if you want to pass, just step on my corpse.

"For the sake of the friendship back then, I don't want to kill you. Ximen Yelou said this, and looked at Su Junyan, who was basically completely unable to move, "But this child, I don't know who Su Mubai gave birth to, is it necessary for you to protect him?"

"Is it worth it?"

"You've been following him for so many years, but he has even had children with other women. ”

"Why?"

Why?

The poisonous snake once again came out of the mouth of the night tower of the West Gate and penetrated into the bottom of people's hearts.

It's exciting.

However, General Su did not move.

Immovable as a mountain.

She didn't seem to hear the words of the West Gate Night Tower at all.

No response, no admitted, no denial.

She's just telling one thing, you can't kill him.

The one behind it, which was extremely dangerous, was once again aiming at the back of the West Gate Night Tower.

All of them are persuading Ximen Night Tower, you should go.

But......

"Su Mubai, you really shouldn't ......" Ximen Yelou seemed to be muttering to himself, and raised his fist again.

This punch ......

Darkness is bottomless.

Ximen Yelou seemed to have made up his mind to kill Su Junyan before he could withstand a shot that was enough to kill a king-level powerhouse and a sword that was enough to resist a king-level powerhouse.

"Touch our dreams. This sentence landed, and Ximen Yelou had no scruples, and he punched it.

The whole space trembled.

That tremor made a billion light-years seem to hesitate for a second.

So that the silent iron sword can't even come in time.

He is a real strong man, and what he wants to do is not something that anyone can stop.

As if to verify this idea, the cloak engraved with the word "strong" on his back flew wantonly without wind.

He wants, kills, people.

"Whoa—"

And at that moment, when darkness completely enveloped the whole world.

Even a bullet that can travel a billion light-years was silent.

There is a knife that cuts through the darkness.

There was a snowstorm that froze the trembling space.

Darkcoat with white hair.

Su Mubai.

Su Mubai came from the void and smashed the punch of the Ximen Night Tower with one sword.

"Brother Yelou, I'm not late, am I?" he smiled gently, though his whole body looked a little embarrassed.

But just listening to what he said, the demeanor of his knife, he still looked like a belated, distinguished guest.

"Su Mubai !!" suddenly saw this person who could be said to be a great enemy, and the whole person of Ximen Yelou was excited, "What the hell have you done?!"

With a single word, darkness once again filled his body.

Although, due to the excessive use of power, some scars that were absolutely impossible to appear on the body of a king-level powerhouse had begun to spread on his body.

"Guess what. Su Mubai still smiled for ten miles.

The next moment, a voice ......

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Before you know it, it's about to dawn.

Glencia has completely returned to the present city of the void.

The smell of grief has filled the city.

Although the news of the death of the Light King did not come out, most of the soldiers had already sensed something from the initial light.

There's so much, so much going on tonight.

So much so that everyone seemed to feel that they were in a dream.

It was as if those comrades had not died tragically, and they were still asleep.

When it was daybreak, they got up, and then, under the guidance of Lucifer, the great morning star, continued on the southeast coast until, seeing the sea.

But, that's how cruel the world is.

A lot of people died, a lot of things happened.

That's meant to be.

It's like a rushing river that doesn't stop.

"Tell the whole country. Ashnayo looked at Mai Witt, who was still on the balcony for a long time, and said to the others, "This matter can't be hidden anyway, and instead of causing unnecessary panic, Your Majesty needs a most solemn funeral." ”

"Let's inform the Central City first. Lucifer was also looking at Mai Werther.

It's so sudden.

The departure of the King of Light.

But in fact......

"Do you need notice?" Mai Werther, who had been on the balcony as if she had been transformed into a sculpture, suddenly turned around, looked at everyone in the room, and said coldly.

"Brother Werther, what do you mean by that?" Lucifer frowned.

"Teachers don't need funerals, not at all. Mai Werther said as she walked to the door, "The ...... he needs"

"It's a truth. ”

A truth.

There was extreme silence in the room.

All are watching the others.

For a long time.

Suddenly.

A voice sounded from outside the window......

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It's almost dawn.

Central Intramuros.

The streets were still deserted, and the soldiers who had finished their night's patrol were ready to go back to rest.

The soldiers on the shift lazily walked the handover.

An early riser opened his shop in the distance, ready to open.

Quiet, no waves.

No one will find out, or care, what happened last night.

Even if the whole blood is flowing like a river and the corpses are everywhere.

The Central Castle is a quagmire deep enough to devour everything that is dishonorable in the shortest possible time.

And then it becomes the most ordinary.

The world has changed.

"It's finally over. Ars Pompeii stretched as he pushed open the window and looked at the city that was about to fade into darkness, with a slightly tired but satisfied smile.

"It was a long night. ”

The old butler was cleaning up the last pieces behind him, and the night was finally over.

And at this very moment.

It seems that this long good night will not be marked with the most complete mark.

A voice rang out.

It was a sigh of satisfaction that had been long, like a person who had been asleep for countless years, finally waking up from his sleep.

It is so long, long enough to cross tens of thousands of nautical miles of the sea, and the boundless and desolate continent, which has reached the heart of this central continent.

That sigh seemed to tell everyone.

I am back.

Yars's lazy waist stagnated in midair, his hands, holding on to the window, stiff.

It's stiff.

"Bordeaux, my old friend...... Are we ...... What did you do wrong?"

Unconfident questioning.

Not confident, not at all, not at all, the lion of last night.

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