"Is she really the person you're looking for?"

The boy squatted on the feet of the idol, his moist blue-purple pupils looking soft and harmless.

"Maybe."

"It's too weak."

Spiritual power like this, with just a light touch, can instantly disintegrate and collapse.

"Child of Destiny."

The young man looked up, the golden red sunset had set, and the sky had turned into a line between black and red, "The growing child of destiny." "The wind blows out of nowhere, mixed with the petals of cherry blossoms.

"What are you going to do?" The boy looked at the young man.

His breath flickered, and it didn't seem to be as gentle as it had suggested.

"Then destroy it."

The young man called "Ze" replied.

The purple-gold gemstone eyes shimmer with a dazzling and bewitching luster.

God's family.

The rain was pouring down on the moss.

Through the clouds and mist, many of the children of the Divine Family looked up at the tall tower that stood above the cloud peak.

"That's the heavy building."

It is the strongest genius of the God family, the territory of God Wuxi.

Since its birth, it has added countless stunning colors to the entire art world.

The breeze is elegant and there is no stream.

Some speculate that perhaps he will become the next "head of the family" of God's family.

In order to ensure the purity of the bloodline concentration of his next generation, the Divine Family deliberately selected the most outstanding Divine Family girl with pure blood, and the Divine Family was silent. The wedding that was supposed to be held was forced to be suspended because God was silent and became a black killer.

"It's a farce." God is silent and does not want to be a tool for reproduction.

She has the strength, and she can go far.

Stopping here?

"So you became a black killer just to delay the wedding?" Han Chen smiled slightly, and the white cloth covered his eyes, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

"Where is Kannake?"

God Wuyin didn't want to continue talking nonsense with him, "I have something to look for him." ”

"It's not that I won't let you see him." Of course, Han Chen understands that Shen Wuyin, who has always disliked Shen Wuxi, will suddenly appear in Chonglou, and there must be something important to find Shen Wuxi, "If Lord Xi is willing to see you, he will open the door for you." ”

The doors that emerge on both sides of the corridor rotate shadows that make it impossible to see.

The door is open, but it is not real.

"He doesn't want to see you."

Han Chen said.

The entire heavy building was the eye of Shen Wuxi, and it was impossible for him not to know about the arrival of Shen Wuyin.

Now this scene is obviously for her to leave.

Shen Wuyin, who also wanted to understand, turned pale, and his golden eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Go back."

As if he couldn't feel the killing intent, Han Chen smiled and said.

The door of the building is lightly closed and rotated.

Shen Wuyin, who was in front of the door, drooped his slightly weird golden pupils and opened his lips slightly, "I never believed in fate. ”

"I have my way to go."

The girl's clear and clean voice was transmitted through thousands of doors to a distant snow-colored country.

In a trance, the snow-colored eyelashes trembled slightly, and the moment they were raised, pure white eyes were revealed. The pupils could not reflect the scenery in front of them, only the color of snow, cold and indifferent.

Night falls.

The heavy building that is deep in the clouds and mist has only sporadic light.

The floating door reveals a faint shadow of light.

Han Chen lowered his head, the girl below had already stepped into the night and disappeared, although he couldn't see it.

But she could sense the breath that belonged to her disappearing.

"She's gone." Hanchen spoke.

There was no response in the heavy building, only the sound of the door opening and closing.

"Is that really good?" Han Chen stood in front of the corridor, as if talking to himself, and as if he was talking to someone. Without waiting for the voice to answer, the wind blew the white cloth in front of his eyes, rippling slightly, "If you leave it alone." ”

"She could die."