Chapter 1779 (2/2)

Longxiao excitedly looked at the snow white which was quite different from before, and wanted to come forward to hold his hand.

Death stepped back a few steps, and he opened a certain distance, Mori cold breath, seems to want to resist thousands of miles.

Knowing the taboo of death, Long Xiao controlled his excitement and kept a certain distance from him.

”Say it

Death's tone doesn't take any emotion!

Long Xiao knew that he was letting himself say his wish. He took a look at the dragon day by day, ”I want the dragon color cloud by my side.”

”Good!”

Death's black wide sleeve swung, a black wind swept out of his sleeve, the soul of the dragon cloud, fell on the ground.

”Goodbye!”

The God of death said a simple sentence and quickly disappeared.

The tears of snow lake came down again.

Although death did not look at him this time, he already understood his father's heart.

Yang Zimei reached out to pull him up and gently hugged him.

And Longxiao father and son there, are staring at the soul of long Caiyun standing in front of them.

Long Caiyun also looks at Long Xiao

”Yunyun --”

Long Xiao called softly and carefully stretched out his hand to touch the face of long Caiyun.

It's a pity that there is no essence of soul.

And then his hand was lost.

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