While the two were talking, under the colorful paintings of the huge stone tablets in front of the mausoleum, Anu looked at them in a daze, which recorded Tang Rui's life deeds, and the most subtle thing was that there were many things that Anu did instead of Tang Rui.

It seems that all the paintings have come to life, and in the glimpse of time, Anu only needs to touch his hand, and it is all the past.

At this moment, her mood is really amazing, she has played a person for three years, and now she has finally recovered her original identity and attended this person's funeral again.

As if in a flash, the memories of the past three years were scattered in a flash, Tang Rui was still in front of him, staring at himself, and calmly said his last words: "We will all be amazing, because we are in love with an amazing person......"

A week later.

The blue sea is clear, the dark red vortex is getting closer and closer, Feng Qinglang and Anu separated after gently hugging each other, Anu has been missing for three years, and he must go back to Dragon Island and stay honestly for a while before he can go out.

Feng Qinglang waved his hand, watching Anu's boat penetrate the dark red whirlpool, still savoring the parting feelings, but the depths of the spiritual sea suddenly moved, and Di Alun under the huge sculpture actually changed his standing posture slightly, Feng Qinglang immediately woke up and the other party was about to wake up again.

"Sunny again, are we going through the crimson vortex? I can feel its power. ”

"Yes, Sage Aaron, we're going back to Xingqing, taking care of some things, and then we're going to the stigma......"

Di Allen smiled and said: "Sunny, your bitter and hateful appearance makes me feel that it is too sinful, and it will cause you to fall into the whirlpool?"

Feng Qinglang said helplessly: "Alun Xianxian, I can't say against my heart that I was selected by your great bloodline, and I am ecstatic." ”

Di Allen pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly, and was silent for a while before saying, "Since time is pressing, I won't comfort you." But, I can help you improve your ability to survive in the face of future disasters. ”

"Hmm...... Can you tell me what your understanding of power is?"

Such a general question made Feng Qinglang slightly stunned, and he tried to summarize: "Is it to let the laws of the world be used by me?"

Di Allen smiled: "So, what are the so-called laws of the world?"

Feng Qinglang said: "Time, space, light, darkness, wind, fire, ......"

"Magic and illusion, as well as power, why are they completely different from these so-called laws?" Di Allen continued to ask.

Feng Qinglang pursed her lips and frowned, "That's because they belong to another system?"

Di Allen's smile was even more curved: "Then why, the power is still divided into systems?"

Feng Qinglang raised his hand and surrendered: "Alun Xianxian, you should tell me the answer directly." ”

Di Allen put away his smile and said solemnly: "In fact, power is the understanding of this world! In order to help you understand this world more deeply, I share with you today the ultimate meaning of the dark red vortex! You can see it clearly." ”

Feng Qinglang was difficult to see clearly, because the scene in front of him was too shocking, Di Alun under the sculpture, and the huge sculpture, actually changed their movements and handprints in unison, and opened their mouths at the same time: "First of all, you have to keep in mind that this is a very special way of breathing......" The voice rumbled, sounding from the sky high, like the voice of the gods.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but be intoxicated, listening carefully to Di Allen's words, he saw a more advanced world.

Xingqing.

In Nan Xing Soul's office, there was still a mountain of official documents, she continued to yawn, and she continued to flip through the documents in her hand, Nan Yong held her eyelids and couldn't help but say, "Young Master Star Soul, do you want to take a break?"

"You know, you can't rest now, the number of refugees has crossed the cordon, and even the infidels have to screen immigrants. Nanxing Soul took a sip of coffee, but his eyes were always fixed on the document.

Nan Yong muttered: "No wonder people dislike it, we always send the old, weak, sick and disabled over, His Majesty Brufeld is not a fool, it seems that these people are not allowed to go to the battlefield, and the immigration policy must be tightened......"

Nanxing Soul interrupted, "Shut up!

"Okay, why don't you close your eyes for a while, you haven't read fantasy novels for a long time, and I'll read them to you?"

Nanxing Soul hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, just rest for a while!"

She put down the pen in her hand, sat down in her chair, closed her eyes, and her face was full of anticipation.

Nan Yong's spirit was lifted, and he quickly took out a newly published novel of Stigma, opened it and read: "The sky is raining ****, and the earth is full of erosive breath, she looked at it with satisfaction, showing a confused smile......"

Nanxing Soul's eyes couldn't help but reopen, and he said in a lost voice: "Stop! What is this...... That fool wrote it?"

"Well, an author named Ryuuji, now the stigma is in chaos, how can people be in the mood to read novels, the publishing industry is sluggish, causing the author to write like crazy......" Nan Yong tried to explain.

Nanxing Soul smiled bitterly: "Forget it, don't read it, you can make me another cup of coffee." ”

"It's ready, be careful!" This was not Nan Yong's voice, but the coffee was placed in front of Nan Xing's soul.

Nanxing Soul's whole person immediately jumped up, threw himself into the man's arms, and breathed a few times before he said, "Sunny bastard, you're finally back." ”

Feng Qinglang smiled: "Yes, I was scared when I entered the port, the crowd was crowded, more surging than the waves, if the sheriff of the seventh port didn't fire a cannon to open the way, I wouldn't be able to enter......"

Nan Xing Soul looked at this obviously emaciated face up close, and said distressedly: "You have lost weight, just came back, don't worry about this matter first, I'll accompany you to eat something...... Uh, wait, Anu... Are you coming back together?"

Facing this rushing Rulan breath, Feng Qinglang felt a little headache, and hurriedly said: "She has returned to the Dragon Clan, well, dear Star Soul, you don't look at this matter with the mentality of a competitor, you should think like this, in the journey of life, there is another good sister, what a happy thing, right?"

"To you," Nanxing Soul's coquettish tone immediately changed into a violent aura, pinching Feng Qinglang hard.

Looking at the slightly pursed mouth, Feng Qinglang was about to quietly approach, His Excellency Nan Yong couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to cough, indicating that the contemptible person was not the translucent glass sculpture behind him, but also had his own thoughts and feelings.

Feng Qinglang raised his hand and surrendered: "Okay, let's get back to business! I decided to open up that forest world, according to the first feedback from the first exploration force, there is a large land area on the periphery of that forest world, which can theoretically accommodate a large number of refugees. ”

Nanxing Soul said worriedly, "What if the natives over there are hostile and directly start a war against us?"

"No one likes war for no reason, as long as there is trade, there are interests, and there are more barbaric natives, you can also shake hands with sincerity!Okay, inform Andrews, prepare the first troops, we take the initiative to contact the natives over there, and by the way, tell them the **** over there on the stigmata, if you don't want the whole world to fall into the depths, you might as well send some capable people to help." ”