Looking at this magical scene in the long night, the person in the white light can be said to have supreme divine might, and with a single move, he will suppress the invincible demon lord.

Enthusiastic cheers were heard from the ground, and the people of the Dragon Continent ran out of various hiding places with songs and laughter to celebrate the victory of this war. Seeing that the main general was dead, the demon army also began to retreat, although the army was defeated, but their array was neat, their pace was powerful, and they slowly entered the dark clouds and disappeared.

All the people had forgotten for the time being the one who had suppressed the Demon Lord, and the great joy and joy of the great calamity had made them laugh and celebrate this beautiful moment.

In the air, a young man in the white light looked at the pagoda and smiled, while the back was in pain, and a mouthful of blood spat out. Although he did not come into direct contact with the Demon Lord in the battle just now, he mobilized all his divine consciousness and aura. Now he is actually running out of oil.

The man in white wiped the blood from his mouth, turned his head to look into the distance, and continued to extend, faintly he seemed to see the snow-capped mountains in the extreme north, and the woman in Tsing Yi who prayed for him in the heavy snow.

"Ling'er, I'm sorry for you, I promised you to return to you, but I can't abide by it, I'll compensate you in the next life!"

The man urged the white light, which streaked across the sky like a meteor and landed on the Nine Dragons Tower, merging with it.

He woke up from the long night, waking up from the river of memory, and when he woke up, he looked up at the eyes in the void for the first time, and a cold breath came out.

"Master, who are you! I searched all my memories, and there was no trace of you, and you never appeared in your flawless life. I thought you were the Dragon Spirit Queen, but the Dragon Spirit Queen also committed suicide after Bai Wufang's death, so that they could meet again in reincarnation.

And you, Master, you are not from that era at all! You have nothing to do with the White Demon Emperor at all, why do you sacrifice to revive someone I don't know, and let me die! Master, why is this, why?"

By the end, Long Night was already close to collapse, he really didn't understand, what his master was trying to sacrifice himself to revive a person he didn't know, was it just because the White Demon Emperor was a great powerhouse, and he protected the entire Dragon Teng Continent?

However, in the face of the long night's questioning, the eyes in the void did not answer. After staring at the night for a long time, he said, "Did you fail again?" It seems that this twelfth meat puppet also failed, what is wrong!"

The cold woman's voice was now like the roar of a demon to Long Night, leading him into the abyss of despair step by step.

"Master, Master, tell me it's just a joke you made with me, okay? I don't believe it, it's all fake, right? Master."

The long night of desperate crying, tears raining down.

The eyes in the void gradually dissipated, leaving the sea of consciousness in the long night, and the consciousness of the long night awakened, and saw the beautiful face of the Beiju Reed Demon. There was no longer a little wave in his heart, but he frantically scanned the entire sea of knowledge, hoping to find a trace of his master's existence, but found nothing.

Great exhaustion drowned the long night, and on this stormy night, he lost everything. There was no one for him to love anymore, he completely lost everything, his childhood, his dreams, his master, and his hopes.

Long Night opened his eyes from his meditation, only to find that he had already burst into tears.

He stood up and ran into the courtyard, which was still stormy, laughing wildly at the day, and saying something loudly, but the thunder rumbled and drowned out everything he had said.

Maybe this is despair, in the world you look at, you are so strange, no one knows who you are, and no one cares about yourself. There is only endless darkness and deception in the face of yourself.

In the muddy forest, sometimes he tripped over stones, rolled on the ground in muddy water, and then got up and ran again, as if he was hiding from something.

He kept running, the rain on his body was soaked everywhere and covered with mud, but he didn't care about the long night, and his mind was full of his master's disdain and indifference to her.

She could clearly feel that his master was real, and his master's tone was actually cold and indifferent to him from beginning to end, and he had never been kind.

So when he saw that the eyes in the void were so gentle, so kind, he was jealous. I was jealous of why Master didn't look at himself in this way.

The long night has been running, escaping from this fact. The fact that this came so quickly that he didn't have any time to resist, and he was pulled into the abyss.

I don't know how far he ran, he stopped, fell heavily to the ground, and lay down in the grass.

The thing he had been avoiding chased after him, and it turned out to be sadness, and in the moment he was unconscious, sadness followed, drowning him in an instant.

On a stormy night, in the wilderness of the mountains and forests, in the thunder, he lay there quietly in the long night, and his face did not know whether it was rain or tears, stained his young face.

After a while, a woman in a pale green dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella, came to Long Night's side and sheltered him from the wind and rain.

The snow-white jade hand gently wiped away the water stains on Changye's face, and a trace of pity flashed on her beautiful face.

From a distance, the umbrella held up the rain of the two worlds, and the two people under the umbrella snuggled up to each other.