Chapter 330 (1/2)

Zhou Yang didn't say that casually. He really wanted to help the man in the coffin.

”Don't worry, I won't drag you into the water.”

Looking at the silent coffin, Zhou Yang said again.

Obviously, the other party is afraid, or worried.

Of course, this is not to say that the other party is afraid of getting into trouble.

Zhou Yang also believes that the other side is not like that.

The presence in the coffin is unspeakable.

Zhou Yang didn't seem to care about it at all. He was talking to himself there.

”I'm determined to get that thing. I have to go to the city of the sky. I need to know an answer to some things. I'm very curious about who dares to attack me and why I can stand here.”

Here, Zhou Yang's eyes are full of doubts, but more of them are cruel, like the flash of cold light, which makes people afraid.

Obviously, Zhou Yang knows in his heart that there are secrets in his death and rebirth that he doesn't know.

”Of course, you should know that the city of the sky and corpse ridge are inextricably linked, and also related to the hope of resurrection. One year, two years, a hundred years, a thousand years, as long as they can be resurrected, they are precious, aren't they?”

”What do you want me to do?”

Finally, the voice in the coffin sounded again, with impatience.

Although he understood Zhou Yang's words, he did not agree with Zhou Yang's methods.

”Before I came here, I once promised a man that I would take the undead flowers back and give them to him.”

Zhou Yang grinned and said.

”Immortal flower? The old man is not dead yet? ”

”You still have a breath, not to mention the old guy, but in my opinion, he didn't die of old age, he died of taking medicine.”

”You're a real boaster.”

The voice in the coffin with a smile, as if by Zhou Yang's words to laugh.

”I wish I could see that old man eat to death.”

Then, the voice sounded again.

At this time, an invincible flower appeared, suspended in front of Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang is not wordy, wave between, will not die flower put away.

”I'll pass on your words to him exactly.”

Taking the immortal flower, Zhou Yang said with a smile.

”It should omit your words.”

The sound sounded with a hint of fun.

Hearing the speech, Zhou Yang laughed, some happy, some emotional, some nostalgic, very complicated.

The long years are too long for them.

Not many people have come down from the beginning. Time goes by day and night.

How many people can understand this desolation?

”You've been in it before, and you should know what kind of place it is.”

The voice sounded again, solemn and dull.

”It's just rubbish that's too dirty to see light.”

Zhou Yang smiles easily, but his eyes are dignified.

”You should know that although I want to help you, I can't help you now.”

As he spoke, the void in front of Zhou Yang split and a white gown appeared.

The white silk thread can be seen on the long shirt, with an awe inspiring chill.

It's made of silk for thousands of years, and even the emperor can't break it down.