Chapter 391 (1/2)
Wan Sheng seemed to have done something that didn't matter. He waved his hand and said, ”it's nothing. Gilbert has precious utensils and accompanying animals among the heavenly kings. He's a strong man, but he's nothing in front of me. It's not difficult to kill him. Let's clean up the battlefield quickly and leave. I have many enemies. If it's too late, it will change. ”
Wan Sheng has always been afraid of the underworld people's pursuit. He doesn't care if they come at any time, but clay king and Meng Zihan are in danger. In fact, it was because Wan Sheng kept on going all the way that the Diablo really broke their minds and always changed places.
After the clay king and Meng Zihan cleaned up the battlefield, Wan Sheng grabbed a wormhole with one hand and said, ”let's go.” When the three entered the wormhole, Mencius Han looked around curiously and said, ”is this the legendary delivery channel? It turns out that it's like this. I've finally seen it. ”
Wan Sheng said with his hands on his back: ”projection space is just the peak space. The big rules can be used. It's not difficult. Everyone can do it.” Meng Zihan glanced at him and said, ”that's for you. Now that you have great ability, you can't see anything...”
Clay King took a pile of things, coughed and said: ”Princess Feng, don't be rude to Tianjun. Tianjun, this is the spoils of the war. You can take it.” Wan Sheng just took the beast clothes from the illusory God Tianjun, pushed the others back and said, ”these are for you. You usually pay too much for the ethnic group
Clay King hesitated: ”this... This is not appropriate...” Wan Sheng's eyes were firm: ”what's not appropriate? Does the ethnic group stipulate how to distribute the spoils? ” The clay King shook his head and said, ”no, but...”
”But what? I'll let you take it. It's an order! ” Wan Sheng said solemnly that the clay king was very grateful and put away the things and Meng Zihan.
Clay king saw that Meng Zihan had been looking at Wan Sheng, and knew that they might have something to say. He flew to one side alone and didn't ask much.
When Meng Zihan was about to speak, Wan Sheng said, ”if it's about the past, let's not talk about it. Our grudge has long been over. You're telepathic. You should know what I'm thinking. ”
”My telepathy can't see through you all the time. As soon as I feel it, there will be a dark fire, which is very frightening...” Meng Zihan whispered back. Wan Sheng thought that it might be the cause of the ghost fire, and continued: ”we are still old classmates. There is no debt. This is my last explanation. Friends can continue, but trust only once.”
Mencius Han bowed his head and said sadly, ”since last time I treated you... I have never been at ease. In order to repay my father's kindness, I had to help him. I had no choice but to pursue higher power. Now think about it. I hate myself for being so ruthless. I did everything I could to achieve my goal, and I didn't even care to hurt you... Later, I realized the great rule of reunion, became a pure warrior, and helped my father achieve what he wanted. Only then did I have the right to choose... My descendants on the earth are the orphans I adopted, not born to me... ”
Wan Sheng is still expressionless and silent, his heart has been unable to believe a woman who betrayed himself. Meng Zihan murmured: ”I know that all this is not a reason to persecute and play with others. We can't go back to the past. I just want to talk to you. Although I can easily see other people's hearts, who can understand my heart... ”
With a sigh, Wan Sheng shook his head and said, ”since this is the case, you don't have to blame yourself. In the past, for the sake of filial piety, it was your choice, and you have to go on. You are doing well for the ethnic group now. Since you can choose your own way of life, go in the right direction. ”
After Wan Sheng finished, he sat cross knee in the void, closed his eyes, meditated and stopped talking. Meng Zihan's eyes stayed for a long time, and said slowly: ”the world is thin, the human relationship is evil, the rain sends the dusk, and the flowers are easy to fall. Xiaofeng dry, tears residual, want to note mind, monologue oblique appendix. Difficult, difficult, difficult... ”Then he sat down with his knees crossed and closed his eyes with tears
In the crystal clear Tongtian tower of the soul family, an old man in gray long clothes is suspended in the air to practice. The pattern of his long clothes is very similar to that of the magic God Tianjun, but the animal pattern is different.
”The magic God is dead!” The old man opened his eyes and turned into a gust of wind. He came to a blue sky and white clouds environment on the top of Tongtian tower and saluted: ”master! Magic God just lost soul contact with me, it should be something wrong! ”
”Magic God King? Isn't he always stationed in the kingdom of Jiuli? Is it a conflict with the haze clan? Or something else? ” There was a shrill sound in the air.