The three of them were waiting for his words, but they didn't want to, the man didn't say a word for a long time, just looked at the begonia mountains, for a long time, for a long time-

"Master, it's almost dawn—" Wu Xun waited for his words, waiting anxiously, she was still on her knees on the ground.

"Is it almost dawn?" He looked up and glanced lightly at the fading stars.

"Master, the thunderstorm of the Middle Wilderness Forest, the demon soldiers can't cross over-" Feng Yin and Ye Chonglou said very little, only Wu Xun said cautiously.

"The sorcerer's injury is almost healed, he will have a way." He said shallowly, and then, his gaze fell on Feng Yin again, "Wu He, if you do it with the sorcerer again, it won't be as simple as entering the Demon Devouring Pool-"

Feng Yin only nodded, silent, he only had absolute surrender to the person in front of him, and if he wanted to survive in this world, obeying him was the only choice.

"Stand down, all of you, and there can be no more mistakes in what I have commanded."

"Yes-" The three of them nodded, and their figures flashed, and then they turned into three black lights, and they disappeared one after another.

Only Yuqin was left standing in front of him, with a faint smile on her face, and the immortal aura all over her body covered up the breath of the blood baby in her body.

The man turned his head slightly to look at her, and the jade Qin under the starlight was as beautiful as an immortal as it was more than six thousand years ago.

He didn't drive her away, but, with a slight movement of his feet, he walked towards the Begonia Mountains.

Yu Qin followed behind him, walking cautiously.

With every step he took, the sunflowers under his feet were extinguished, but they were extinguished and reborn, and there was no end.

Even now, he hates these sunflowers, because they look so warm, and the warmth annoys him.

It's just that it is extinguished and reborn, and it is immortal -

Yu Qin glanced down at the sunflowers everywhere, her primordial spirit and soul had long been turned into nothingness by Emperor Wuxie.

Now, this body recast with a 10,000-year-old ink lotus is controlled by the blood baby and that person's demonic energy, and it has no will.

What that man said, for her, was the absolute decree that she, and she had been completely reduced to his weapon.

Begonia mountains, warm as spring all year round -

The crimson begonia flowers in the sky flew down one by one, falling on his shoulders and hair, and he walked like this, as if enjoying the scenery along the way.

This place, trapped him for so many years, has not disappeared since ancient times-

The gorgeous black carriage, in a field of sunflowers, with the three six-legged two-headed horses, turned into a black mist and disappeared.

The boots made of luxurious black silk stepped on the red, and before the sky was dark, he walked directly to the quiet pool where Jiang Wenjing was buried.

The beautiful woman, as always, was sleeping quietly and deeply, and her face was still flushed with vitality.

He wanted to get the phoenix to save himself, he could have used the woman in this quiet pool, but he didn't do that.

In the cabin, Fusang, dressed in a silver robe, was half-kneeling, lying on the side of the desk, full of silver threads, falling layer by layer, on the wooden floor, spread out-

His fingers were resting on the guqin on the desk.

Fusang, up and down his body, exuded a light like a god-like fairy, and that light pierced him and couldn't open his eyes.

At his feet, the little white dog curled up into a ball of flesh and fell into a deep sleep--

"Fuso--" The man stared at Fuso in his sleep, and called out his name at a long time.