Compared with the nearly eternal pursuit, I have only taken three steps and I have exhausted... so regretful.

Looking down at the embarrassed look, Luo Siwei couldn't help but mock him, "Everything is spent in exchange for only mirrors and water moons. The name of the heretics is truly worthy of you."

boom!

The moment the fist was smashed down again, it crushed the teacher's last life. From the other party's collapsed soul, the authority of Indra of the past - a hook with endless thunder and lightning flowing.

"Don't worry about that little limit, old guy."

In order to stuff authoritarianism into his pocket, Luo Si finally told him: "When people get old, they should die when the time comes. Die early and be nice to you and others.

If you had already understood this principle, you would not have fallen to this level."

The heretic king did not speak.

But, with all his last strength, he raised his eyes and looked at the sky.

He never cared about the scorching sun above the sky, nor looked at the stars that had nothing to do with him, but fell to the eternal and empty darkness, the end of what he was seeking.

"What a pity."

The king of heretics was destroyed.

In the silence, Luo Siwei had never left.

Instead, he still stood there, turning his head slightly, as if he had sensed something.

Behind him, a darkness stood silently like clouds and mist.

Gaze quietly at the end of the past.

haven't seen you for a long time.

Luo Si wanted to speak for a long time, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only hear the laughter in his memories coming from behind.

"Have you ever met Xiaoxian?"

During the long silence, Luo Siwei asked softly: "Is this a good child, right? She is like you, and when she is persistent, she is different from me.

She had thought it was a problem for children, but before she knew it, she grew up."

Listen quietly in the darkness.

"...I've been to Kavadisi once. I found the house I lived in before, repaired it for a long time, and planted a lot of calendula in front of it."

"Later, I went back to Dongxia. When I was raising my daughter, I opened a gym. Unexpectedly, I won several awards. But later, when I was not careful, even my daughter was abducted by the students. I hesitated for a long time, but I still didn't beat him to death."

Luo Si smiled at the scorching sun above the sky, looking at the scorching sun in the sky, "If you are now... I'm afraid you can't beat him. To be honest, I regret it."

He said, "I should have gone to find you earlier."

Darkness and speechless.

"Mana, are you listening?"

He hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but felt the hug from behind.

So light and close, he could no longer make a sound of retaining or inviting him.

The tense body gradually relaxed.

He closed his eyes.

Until I felt the kiss like wet fog, and it touched the point.

“Goodbye, 'traveler'.”

In this way, the nickname of the past is calling. In the darkness that gradually dissipates, the sound of footsteps fade away.

Only Luo Siwei was still standing there, looking up, bathed in the wind of hell, and for a long time, he smiled bitterly and said nothing.

But at the end, he looked at the steel sun in the distance and frowned: "Is this big light bulb an eye-catching thing?"

The sun looked away awkwardly.

No more annoying.

.

.

When the steel sun collapses again and goes out.

The busy sky prison fortress was still running, and dozens of secret instruments hang down to cover the battlefield that was completely destroyed. Huge wreckage and retained objects floated into the sky under the pull of gravity.

Little by little, it fell into the interior of the steel city and was recycled in different categories.

"Isaac, come and see this."

The vice principal in charge of the affairs heard the voice of the Grandmaster, and his figure disappeared instantly and appeared on the huge square again.

Miha Yinr waved to him, signaled, and pointed to the huge rock in front of him, which looked like a meteorite, with countless dark crystals covering the broken face.

——Westcourt!

The faint vitality still remains in it...

"Although he is still alive?"

The vice principal frowned and his eyes turned cold.

The framework known as the realm of the time unfolded in my hands and realized that in addition to the vague source-matter fluctuations, there was something else sealed inside.

"What's inside?" he asked.

"I don't know, unless I smash it open."

The Grand Master pinched the steel stubble on his chin and glanced at the Dragon Sounding Flute not far away: "I have a good bottle opener here."

The vice principal nodded: "Then bring it first..."

"Wait! Wait! Wait!"

A face with a frivolous smile appeared with an inexplicable door, blocking the vice principal and the grandmaster.

Creator Shah!

"Sorry, we need to take this away."

Shah walked out from behind the door, and then there were a lot of figures shrouded in protective suits. He lowered his head and flipped through the table in his hand and counted: "Next, please first hand over the production device of Yaresta, the consciousness body of the fool, and the core of the land of Wuhe... "

In the silence, the Grand Master was silent, without saying anything, looking at him coldly.

And Shah smiled, not caring.

Until he suppressed his anger and squeezed out a voice from his teeth, "I said, have you guys crossed the line?"

"Uh, I can understand your resistance and displeasure, but before that, please read this-"

Shah raised his hand and took out a thick contract like magic: "This is your previous Mr. Russell, who was in charge of a mortgage loan business at the Wangu Fund.

According to the terms of the contract, after the two parties reach an agreement, we will release the loan in kind in batches and follow the repayment period—”

【???

The Grand Master's expression twitched, and instinctively noticed something was wrong, so he raised his hand to stop it: "Wait, what did that guy borrow?"

"Well, there are quite a lot."

Shah went through the contract and replied: "In addition to a source material reserve and a large amount of materials needed by the sublimators of the Heavenly Kingdom genealogy, as well as a large number of businesses undertaken by the surviving institute - including the installation and commissioning of the wreckage of the sun, the agent production and processing of the four functional modules of the Heavenly Prison Fortress, and the subsequent restoration of Osiris..."

Even if it was a brief report, it took eight or nine minutes to finish the large amount of messy things. At the end of the reading, Shah had a little dry lips.

"What does this matter!"

Miha Yiner couldn't help but be furious: "Why should someone else pay back the money he owes?"

“This is the most embarrassing place.”

Shah sighed and spread his hands: "For the collateral he provided is the subject of the land of nothingness and the soul of the main members of the Golden Dawn."

"Simply put, it's all your spoils."

The tool man in the ancestral courtyard rubbed his face and felt complicated: "Although it was our negligence to have no agreement on the overall integrity of the mortgaged property before, even if you burn nothing left, you must block it according to the preservation practice of the elements of destruction, and even a single pill cannot be kept.

So, please cooperate, my mood is also very complicated."

“…”

In this sudden embarrassment, Miha Yiner finally couldn't hold back and his eyes twitched wildly.

I used the money from selling my enemies to spread all the dust from my enemies, and I didn’t even have the dust left, and I also used it to apply for a mortgage loan... If you don’t be a human being, you still have to be a cry!

Until now, he realized that the vice-principal who had remained silent since Shah appeared was so abnormal.

On that deliberate face, there seemed to be some regret of not being able to steal a chicken...
Chapter completed!