As soon as Qian Tang pulled it in his hand, the gray tears were held in his palm. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Because what I want is not your life, but your tears." Qian Tang stood in front of Qingming, and the tears in his palms were like a spar shining with a strange light.

"Go into the tower!" Qian Tang shouted after giving the tear crystal to Na'er, with a hint of caution and even nervousness in his face, obviously Qingming had grown to the point that he had to face it.

"But......" Nalle tried to argue, but finally held the tear crystal and stepped into the Tower of Babel.

The sky seemed to darken, and even the sun, moon and stars lost their color with the anger of Qingming.

Xu Mi's face was sad, but she was helpless, perhaps the most tragic thing in the world was helpless.

She could choose but couldn't, so she could only grieve.

A nostalgic smile appeared on Qian Tang's face, as if he remembered a certain story from a long time ago.

"For so many years, and only in this life, you will have so many emotions, anger, joy, sadness, helplessness, you know? These things are addictive, and when you come into contact with one thing, you can't help but want to try the second thing, hahaha......"

Unlike Qian Tang's hearty laughter, Qingming's mood was anger, an inexplicable anger, and what was even stranger was that when he noticed this anger, he was even angrier.

"Why?" Qingming wanted to ask, but he was extremely reluctant to speak, so he turned the anger in his chest into a cloud of dark and violent power and blasted at Qian Tang.

But Qian Tang didn't dodge, Qingming's seemingly extremely powerful power fell on Qian Tang, but it was as lethal as a breeze.

"It's too weak." Qian Tang dusted off the dust on his body, "Your rules are gone." Qian Tang laughed arbitrarily, like a victorious rooster.

But at this moment, a strange white shadow appeared, and in front of that white shadow was a huge scythe.

After the scythe came another scythe, a different figure.

The scythe entered without a chest, and Qian Tang's laughter came to an abrupt end.

"Why?" Qian Tang was puzzled, of course what he was puzzled about was not that he didn't know who attacked him, but that he didn't understand why that person attacked him.

"Flawless." Qingming called softly.

The thousands of white shadow figures in the void slowly dissipated and finally only one remained, but what Bai Wufang was holding in his hand at this time was a huge scythe, not the mourning stick.

Because she knew that the mourning stick couldn't hurt Qian Tang, after all, in those years, Qian Tang collected all the artifacts and ghosts in the heaven and earth, and condensed them for many years, and the mourning stick was also among them, and those artifacts naturally couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

So Bai Wufang began to build her weapons very early, perhaps many lifetimes ago, when she found out that she was really in love with Qingming, she had already begun to prepare.

"You know, we're right." Qian Tang was puzzled, "And we're going to win." There was a rare hint of anger on that handsome face, which was the anger of being betrayed.

"But what if you win?" Bai Wufang's voice became extremely cold, like the moon and snow, "What I want, I have found it, I am willing to be imprisoned by him, to be his prisoner for thousands of lifetimes, as long as I can accompany him, I am willing." Bai Wufang slowly looked back at Qingming, his eyes like water.

"But what about freedom?" Qian Tang felt a little ridiculous, "We have been chasing things for so many years, and they are in front of you, but you say you don't want them?" Qian Tang looked at Bai Wufang, expressing incomprehension.

"I, don't want it." Bai Wufang smiled at Qingming, like the rising sun, warm and warm.

Xu Mi looked at Bai Wufang, with admiration and hesitation in her eyes, she did what she wanted to do but didn't do.

"We've been preparing for countless years, we've tried countless times, we've left countless means, and he's been sinking, you know, this fight, we're going to win, and he's going to die." Qian Tang was still persuading.

"I'm here to die with him." Bai Wufang's tone was very light, but everyone heard the determination.

The scythe was slowly pulled out, and Qian Tang did not have a trace of scar on his chest, "We are not wrong, maybe he is not wrong, but we have chosen a different path." ”

Qian Tang returned to his composure, and his charming face once again showed a warm but not arrogant smile.

"There are eighteen people in the Skydome Organization, and none of the people you met before are really members of the Skydome Organization, don't you want to know all the stories? Now I'll tell you. Qian Tang looked at Qingming, and his eyes were finally frighteningly calm.

With a loud bang from the Tower of Babel, a cloud of purple light suddenly appeared in the sky.