"I need, Lan Luo is here, please help me tell her."

On the streets of the city wall, Changyu Kaede slightly recovered from the sadness of [losing] Lilia, even though Lilia was only recovered by the space-time Rubik's Cube, but this feeling crossed a not-so-perfect [star line] through space-time fluctuations and came here.

That imperfect star line, this thought conveyed here, means that time and space are already facing the power of collapse.

The space-time cube personally appeared to recover the [individual] of the [space-time insight], which means that this world is no longer so peaceful.

The more and more serious time-space confusion means that this is the real [Main Time and Space], and the long feather maple here, as well as everything to be experienced, are real, and the key to triggering a series of space-time rifts.

Changyu Feng is no longer a simple [individual], so it is in vain to say anything.

Only the breeze after the rain stops can make him feel calmer.

This rain seems to have come to see Lilia away, so that the world after the rain is somewhat inadvertently cruel.

But it's too calm, but it's missing, a real feeling, death, is a very abrupt thing, no, when to die, it's a very abrupt thing, because only the god of death knows the deadline for death.

The same is true when flowers bloom and fall.

And, the god of death who manages this area, quietly stares at Chang Yu Feng with that pair of ruthless red hollows, with a calm that is completely different from the calm of Long Yu Feng - indifferent and mocking - that's it, everything in death has no mercy, no, it should be the same for everything, ruthless and unjust.

"I'm sure you'll be able to find Lan Luo...... Let her come to me...... I need to reorganize my seven Successors to the King and tell them that their King has returned. ”

Changyu Feng stared intently at the [Grim Reaper], and the Grim Reaper quietly, putting his long, void long-handled scythe into his arms, as if mocking the arrogance of this god.

"I am under no obligation to help you...... My king, I am not your direct subordinate, you must know that three thousand years have passed, and you have given [mortal spiritual power and magic], which has long reduced your own divinity a lot~ However, I still have to respect you as king, and other than that, there is no more. ”】

The voice of the Grim Reaper, like a crystal clear spring, with a few tinkling sounds, is extremely penetrating, but for all the living, it, the Grim Reaper, does not exist in itself, and there has never been the possibility of words.

"What I give to mortals is only a tool."

Chang Yu Feng stared into the eyes of the Grim Reaper, and with a kind of angry leveling, the Grim Reaper had to grasp the scythe of its white bone hand, the ethereal scythe of the Grim Reaper, like a kind of stubborn person holding a straw.

Death should not be a stubborn person, so what everyone loses should not be a stubborn method, it should be peaceful.

Even, this Grim Reaper, with some timidity in his empty eyes, although, it had just become clear that it no longer belonged directly to its king.

【King of Benevolence】

【Long Feather Maede】

"If Lan Luo doesn't come, I will definitely kill her."

Nagaha's sword, the one that was too ordinary, was a two-handed sword, numbered by a blacksmith in the city, with a level of more than a hundred gold coins, and was a gift from Rajel to Nagaha-Kaede for the winner—instead of a novice sword with magical limitations.

He swung upward, the tip of his sword pointed directly at the eyes of the Grim Reaper, and he was straightforward, almost emotionless, calm, staring with the majesty of the king, the eyes of the starry, timid, ethereal, floating eyes of the Grim Reaper.

Death cannot close its eyes, but it will surrender.

It floated away, its unusual tattered black garment dancing in the wind like a runaway dog.

And in a certain corner of this time and space, the Nine Turns Spirit Bead Sword swirled behind a certain person, this person was made of ice peaks, scattered with ice crystal flowers, and surrounded every white skin of her body, and she, closed her eyes and recuperated, penetrating the cold of her proud bones.

Her name is Lan Luo, and it seems that she is aware of the arrival of her king—no, it should be aware of the fluctuations caused by the appearance of the Rubik's Cube of Time and Space, so she also guesses the arrival of her king.

"Seeking the Shadow...... Finally finished ......"

She no longer calls her king king, but by his name.

The ice-blue ice crystal flower was in full bloom, and Lan Luo's hand stretched out from the flowers, the icy and snow-white skin went up, the slender five knuckles slowly went up, and slowly held it up, pinched it hard, shattered all the ice flowers, and snorted coldly.

"The one I was locked up in his shelter by him, and this account, it's time, it's time to settle it! King! ”

She shouted in a deep voice, her other king, who could be respected by her, and she also shouted the name of this king.

"My dear king...... It's been 3,000 years...... It's time, it's over...... This hatred! ”

She stood up, her slender, white and flawless thighs were wrapped around ice flowers, turning into a thin and cool white dress of ice, then her calves made of ice crystals were condensed into snow cloud knee pads, and then a pair of crystal clear white shoes wrapped her almost perfect feet, her chest, her immature arms, her wrists, her upper body, all turned, from white to blue bouquets, this body was like a snow-white wedding dress, and it was like a white armor, which was already stupid and could not tell the difference.

It was only because her beauty was so cold that the bouquets could not conceal her beauty for a long time, that they were useless, lacking a fluctuation of life, and only a thorough coldness.

"Let them! Take its toll!! ”

She snorted and roared, and the Grim Reaper who came in a hurry was so dull that she didn't dare to step forward.

"Lord Lanlo...... King, I will summon you......"

The cowardice of this god of death made Lan Luo suspicious.

"Oh~ I was about to look for him......" Lan Luo snorted and glared at the grim reaper: "Why are you so afraid?"

"Your king has been obtained, that power~"

The Grim Reaper straightened the back of the skeleton and replied in a small voice: "This world is about to start to turn upside down~Lord Lanluo~"

"He embraced that power~ it's unbelievable." Lan Luo watched the bouquets of ice crystals bloom together, as if he had lost some kind of control, because their controller, Lan Luo, had a mood swing, so that they bloomed and died.

"Let them! Take its toll! ”

Lan Luo roared out loudly, wrapping everything in this corner in a never-ending cold wind.

And her roar was far more than that, because in a place far away from her, that is, in the space that she could never enter, a woman who looked exactly like her, also named Lan Luo, was slightly stunned, as if she felt this anger, and froze, and put down the doll in her hand - it was a doll that she herself made slowly, using cotton wool, to slowly sew her king, Chang Yu Feng, with a cloth and needle and thread, and Chang Yu Feng's signature short golden white hair was scattered in the cotton wool......

This puppet, her king, is smiling.

Xiao Lan next to her saw that something was wrong with her, put down the lollipop in her mouth, looked up at [Lan Luo] next to her, went to slap the arm of the ice elf, and whispered: "Eh~ What's wrong with her?"

"It's good if you go and ask her~"

The Ice Elf also took the lollipop out of his mouth.

They live a stable life in the void box, in the end, they can only eat and drink, there is nothing big to do, looking for the shadow of the desolation turned into a shadow, once again in the box of the void of the spell of sleep, in the flowers of the ancient tree of the Titan, in the flocular, the shadow of the search for the desolation breathed steadily, but lacked a power to wake up.

His appearance no longer bears any resemblance to Changyu Feng now, only a very serious and peaceful wonderful feeling.

"This day has come...... Lu Xinzhai sighed slowly, brushing his beard slowly, although he is an old man, he has the strength of youth.

"What? Lu Xinzhai, what happened? ”

The two little guys with aura are children who have been kept in the dark, and they have no right to know what happened, and even everything about Changyu Feng, they can only watch from the sidelines.

"Seeking the Shadow of the Desolation, he spent all his divine power."

Lu Xinzhai pretended to be mysterious, so naturally he wouldn't tell them the truth.

"I know this......" Xiaolan patted her skirt and put the lollipop in her mouth again.

"I also know this......" The ice elf slowly floated in front of the Shadow Seeker, confirming the existence of the Shadow Seeker and the sleep of the Shadow Seeker: "So ~ What happened?" Looking for the Shadow of the Desolation, it seems, doesn't care so much~ Moreover, his divine power should be inexhaustible~"

"Right~ If God will still run out of power, what is the difference between it and people?" Xiaolan also chimed in: "However, I have a question that I have always wanted to ask...... Having made such a huge space where time and space no longer flow, what is the measure of such a thing as divine power? ”

"However, looking for the desolate shadow is not a god~" Lu Xinzhai broke the words of the two little clever spirits, and told them everything they could know simply and clearly: "Therefore, his divine power will have the day when it ends......"

"I didn't ...... Understand......" Xiaolan tilted her head, squinted with her big eyes and glanced at Lu Xinzhai, and then glanced at the shadow of the desolate in the cotton wool.

Seeking the Shadow of the Desolation is actually very similar to Changyu Maple, and the Shadow of the Wilderness is always there, doing his own thing, and rarely ...... with others After speaking his heart, he would rather hide it in his heart than say it.

Perhaps, from another point of view, if he says it, in exchange for the incomprehension of others, it will be very uncomfortable to find the desolate shadow, although he doesn't say it, but it's definitely not that he doesn't want to say it, but no one can say it.

For example, if it is the king's Shadow Seeker, and the king's Long Feather Feng, it must be able to say everything, absolutely not...... Two stuffy gourds......

No, two [deceive each other].

"Now, Changyu Feng is a god~"

Lu Xinzhai had no intention of hiding it, but he didn't like them to ask too often after they found out, so he turned into a golden ball and rolled down to the head of the Shadow Seeker.

"What~" Xiaolan and the ice elf looked at each other in confusion, their faces blank.

However, Lan Luo next to them came back to his senses, picked up the puppet she had fallen down, and straightened the clothes of Chang Yu Feng's puppet, which was a black dress, and on the body of the puppet Chang Yu Feng, it was handsome and shiny.

It's not so much handsome as cute. Because this puppet looks like Jack Niemann, not a god like Kaede.

A round belly, round arms, chubby little hands, short legs, chubby feet, a round face, big buttoned eyes, and, that short black hair.

Such a long-feathered maple puppet should not be matched with long-feathered maple again, because long-feathered maple is no longer like that now.

It's not so much Longfeather Kaede as Jack Niemann.

It had been a long time since Chang Yu Feng had worn a black coarse linen robe, and his royal appearance was too white, and he was not allowed to wear too dark clothes, because then it would be the same as the black-robed man he didn't want to see.

If you live in this world openly, you don't need to cover yourself with a black robe, although black clothes are not the same as black robes.

Well, Lan Luo slowly picked up the needle and thread again, and began to help the little puppet sew his beautiful clothes. Maybe then Jack Niemann will be able to turn into a long-feathered maple.

"Probably...... Say...... Little brat, he's not human anymore! ”

The Ice Elf shouted loudly at his conjecture.

"This is really shocking~"

"You're not human! It's not easy for my little master, what kind of power you have, it's all right~"

One of the two little girls licking the lollipop and relishing it bit her lollipop and began to eat it.

"I'm not a human being~ Little brat, I really should be on my own~ I've seen a lot of people, and they don't know so well, or they have clearly thought about why they live in this world, or, how to live, I think, we don't have this trouble, but your little master still needs to think about it in the end~"

The ice elf sighed and said, "Look, when you reach your age, get married, have children, reproduce the next generation, start a family, and then start a business, isn't it right?" Although, though, sometimes it's hard, right...... As a result, finding a good woman, not to mention a husband and children, is to be able to make the next generation have a good temper, I guess it's a difficult thing to do~right~"

"What does this have to do with my little master becoming a god~"

Xiaolan didn't understand the meaning of the ice elf.

She felt that she had taken the wrong medicine like Lu Xinzhai and said something she didn't understand.

"After becoming a god, naturally there will be no worries I just said~ At least, in my cognition, God should not get married~ right?"

"Wrong! Miss by a mile! My little master was born to my master! My host, very loving, very loving, very loving! I love my man very much! ”

Xiaolan said a lot of love, love, love, love.

But her master is not here.

I can't respond to what she said about love, what kind of love is it~

Probably love is just an adjective.