Chapter 1692 (2/2)

Because of the compression of space-time cracks, the space has been seriously damaged.

At this time, there is chaos in the xumimustard subspace.

Nine ghost spring nearly dried up, most of the land in the ancient rhyme Lingtian was desertified, and most of the Lingzhi on it died.

Even Xumi hall is looming in the light of space, as if it will collapse and disappear at any time.

A little red bird flies around in panic, chirping.

All of a sudden, a flash of lightning fell from the sky and flew by her feathers, which made her scream and all her spiritual power surged.

How terrible! So terrible! The space is going to collapse, everything here will be torn, even it will die in it.

No! It's a wonderful bird. It's hard to wake up. How can it die here?

I don't know if it will take thousands of years to come back to life next time? Woo woo, don't die!

Don't let space collapse! Yes, we must not let the space collapse!

If you want to keep the space from collapsing, the only thing you can do is to be the master of the space, the little girl!

Small red bird two red big eyes a stare, flapping wings vigorously fly to the ancient rhyme Lingtian side is still sleeping Xi Yue side.

Xi Yue lay there quietly, as if asleep, but the corner of his eyes are crystal tears slowly dripping down.

In fact, little red bird doesn't like the nominal owner.