"Zichen" seems to be becoming more and more clingy.

During the period of war with the demon world, even if the gods were defeated, he never made a move.

He always clings to her, kissing and hugging her if he doesn't agree.

Sang Yu didn't know why he was like this.

When she was annoyed, he always pretended to be pitiful.

Aggrieved leaned on her arms, saying "kiss once less once".

But the life span of gods is infinite, and as long as they do not fall, they can live for a long, long time until the end of the world.

In a war between gods and demons, the demon king was cunning, and the gods were besieged, seeing that the gods were about to lose their forces again.

Sang Yu glanced at the indifferent "Zichen".

If it were him, he would never allow his fellow people to get hurt.

After all these years, what has happened?

"Aren't you going?"

He looked at her, his eyelids drooping like a poor puppy, "You know, my injuries aren't healed yet. ”

Sang Yu knew that his injuries had indeed not healed.

It's just that she knows that in the past, no matter how seriously Zichen was injured, she would hold on.

She looked at his eyes with a hint of strangeness.

She got up: "Then you have a good rest here, I'll go." ”

Watching her leave, "Zi Chen's" drooping eyelids opened slightly, and looked at her back meaningfully.

Watching her fight with the demon king, obviously below, he rubbed his fingers between his fingers, and his emotions were faintly fluctuating.

Suddenly, a black crow flew over his shoulder.

"If I were you, I would never go."

It's that nasty nightmate again.

His tone seemed to be mocking.

"After all, Honorable Heavenly Dao Master, your Heavenly Dao power seems to be getting weaker and weaker."

Cangyuan's eyes condensed: "Shut up." ”

"Huh." The crow sneered, "What should I do, I can't close it." ”

"If you can't close it, you pull out your tongue."

"Tsk." The crow continued to laugh, "Our Heavenly Dao Lord is getting more and more emotional, which is not a good sign. ”

Cangyuan waved his hand, trying to drive it back.

But the crow jumped right over his shoulder and onto his head.

It walked around his head, hateful.

"Oops, although Sang Yu has become a goddess, her cultivation is still shallow, and the demon king has lived for tens of thousands of years, after all, her strength is strong, she can't beat it, what should I do?"

Looking at Sang Yu, who was getting more and more difficult to deal with, Cangyuan's eyes changed slightly.

The crow gloated: "Cangyuan, if you beg me, you beg me, I will help." ”

"You're dreaming."

With a flick of his sleeves, the crows above his head turned into powder and dissipated with the wind.

The demon king in front of him is indeed powerful, with at least 30,000 years of skill.

Sang Yu only relied on his divine power, and he couldn't defeat it for a while.

She was beaten back a few meters by the demon king, and just as she was thinking about whether to sacrifice the lily of the valley on her waist, a hand held her down.

A figure swept past her with great speed, and the wind ruffled the hem of her clothes.

The demon king was carrying a weapon, and before he could move forward, he was pinched by a hand around his neck.

The hand was slender and distinct, the meridians on the back of the hand were protruding, and a powerful force in the hand spread throughout the demon king's body like an electric current.

He threw it out lightly, and the demon king retreated several miles and struggled to get up again.

But before he could get close this time, a powerful sigil fell from the sky, crushing it dead under him.

It reverted to its original form.

An ugly wolf.

The demon king no longer had the strength to fight back, and fled with his tail between his legs.

Sang Yu stood behind "Zi Chen", she couldn't see his expression, she could only look at his back.

His back was tall and tall, and she seemed to smell the smell of sea and sky on him, carrying a bit of dust in this world.

"Are you hurt?"