"It's done?"

Su Tiankuo murmured, with loneliness and helplessness in his eyes, not knowing what to do.

Once upon a time, he remembered that when his wife gave birth to Xiaoyu, he was also so excited, but he was even more joyful.

But even so, Xiaoyu is already a living dead, and all that the ten thousand-year ice soul can leave behind is just a thought.

"How useful can this ice soul be?"

"Brother Ba, you must know how to save Xiaoyu, right?"

Fang Xiu suddenly remembered that the only one who could save Xiaoyu was Long Ba. He absolutely did not believe that Xiaoyu would die so easily. Even if he went up mountains of swords and seas of fire, he would still save her.

"Ten years! Ten thousand years of ice soul can keep her safe for ten years. Only a strong man at the level of a god of war can save her."

Long Ba said in a low voice.

God of War?
Chapter completed!