Long Boji took a step back almost instinctively!

After this step, he felt huge depression in his heart.

He realized that he had indeed lost everything.

He has been living in the secret realm of Nandou since he can remember.

Nandou Hall is everything to him. All his life so far, he has been working hard to become a "qualified Nandou inheritor".

He is extremely talented and shows off his ethics. He began to handle the affairs of Siming Palace early, and in recent years he has also begun to share the power of the entire Nandou Palace.

Everyone thinks so, and he himself thinks so - he must be the next generation of Master Siming, and is very likely to grow into the master of Nandou Hall.

Nandou Palace suffered a disaster, and it was his sky that collapsed.

He didn't want to believe it all, and he did everything he could, but he knew very well that everything was in vain.

Is he a loser?

No, he knew he was at the end of his rope.

Is he stupid?

No, he just wants to go crazy!

"Senior Brother Long." Meiyue's voice fell gently, and she asked, "Why don't you kill me?"

Long Boji held the sword and said nothing for a moment.

Miyue smiled softly, she smiled lazily like this: "Do you think you are the only one who hates me? Do you think you are the only one in the entire Nandou Palace who wants me to die? Doesn't Master Siming hate me? Don't you think that Mr. Changsheng doesn't?

Crush me to death? Although everyone knows that I am not the culprit, at this moment I am the one who is easiest to hate, right?"

"People will always choose to hate the one who is easiest to hate, rather than the one who deserves to be hated the most."

"But you said -" Her voice was even a little light at this time, as if she didn't care about anything, including her own life and death: "Do you know why you were the only one who came here with a sword and killed me recklessly?"

Long Boji looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, angry and confused... waiting for her answer.

She said: "Because it doesn't make sense."

Meiyue laughed loudly, covered her mouth, and laughed so hard: "Because... none of us can escape... Hahahaha, there is no difference between God's presence, Dongzhen, and Yandao - there are no exceptions -

—We will all...die here!"

Bang, bang, bang!

The sword in Long Boji's hand fell to the ground.

Many of his expressions disappeared in an instant, and his eyes were dull.

There was a hint of coldness in Meiyue's smiling eyes - a person who cannot hold a sword until the last moment is really weak. Even though he has a body of gold and chalcedony, and is a direct descendant of a large family, he only has an appearance. He is not as good as a seventeen-year-old

A young man from a small town in Zhou Tianjing.

But the coldness quickly melted away, falling crystally on the ends of the long eyelashes.

She gently scraped away the tears from her laughter with her little finger, looked at Long Boji and said: "That's not right. Not everyone in Nandou Hall will die. Just like Sanfenxiang Tower, they just die and unfortunately end up in the South Territory.

This group of people. You and I are just abandoned people."

There was a glint in Long Boji's eyes, and he slowly recovered and blinked.

"Speaking of which, all the monks in the Tiannan Dou Secret Realm are guarding the gate these days, but I don't know where Master Tianji and Master Qisha have gone?" Meiyue smiled: "They were no longer in the Nandou Palace when Chu State took action, right? It's true

O prophet!"

As if Long Boji didn't hear anything, he squatted down, picked up the sword on the ground, and without saying a word, turned around and walked away faster and faster. He almost escaped from the side hall.

He came with murderous intent and left in a panic.
Chapter completed!