"I need Lan Luo to come here, please tell her for me."

Chang Yufeng came to his senses from the sadness of [loss] Lilia on the streets of the city wall. Even though Lilia was only recycled by the space-time cube, this feeling crossed a not-so-perfect [star line] through the fluctuations in time and space.

That imperfect star line, this thought is conveyed here, means that time and space are already facing the power of collapse.

The space-time cube appeared and recycled the [individual] of [time and space-time insight], which means that the world is no longer so calm.

The increasingly serious disorder of time and space means that this is the real [main space and space]. The Changyu Maple here and everything you have to go through are real and will cause a series of cracks in time and space.

Changyufeng is no longer a simple [individual], so it is in vain to say anything.

Only the breeze after the rain stopped can make him feel relaxed.

This rain seemed to be here to see Lilia off, so the world after the rain was somewhat unintentionally cruel.

But it is too calm, but instead lacks the real feeling. Death is a very abrupt thing. No, when to die is a very abrupt thing, because only the god of death knows the deadline.

The same is true for flowers to bloom and fall.

And, the God of Death who manages this area quietly stares at Changyufeng with the ruthless red holes, and uses a calm that is completely different from Changyufeng's calm - indifference and ridicule - that's it. Everything about Death has no mercy. No, it should be treated equally and ruthlessly.

"I believe that you can find Lan Luo... let her meet me... I need to reorganize my seven [Heirs of the King] and tell them that their king has returned."

Changyu Feng stared at [Death God] with his eyes fixed on him, while Death God quietly put his long and empty sickle in his arms, like a mockery of the god.

["I have no obligation to help you... My king, I am not your direct subordinate. You must know that three thousand years have passed, and your gift of [the spiritual power and magic of mortals] has long reduced your own divinity a lot~ However, I still have to respect you as king, and there is no more than that."]

The voice of the god of death is like a clear spring with a few ding-dong sounds, which is extremely penetrating. However, for all living beings, it, [Death], does not exist in itself, and there is never a possibility of [verbal].

"What I give to mortals is just a tool."

Chang Yufeng stared at the eyes of the god of death and used an angry look to force the god of death to hold its bones' hand tightly. The illusory sickle of the god of death was like a naughty person holding a straw.

Death should not be a naughty person, so what everyone loses should not be a naughty method, it should be calm.

Even this god of death had a little cowardice in his hollow eyes, although it had just been clear that it no longer belonged to its king.

【The King of Benevolent Hearts in Heaven】

【Long Feather Maple】

"If Lan Luo doesn't come, I will definitely kill her."

Chang Yufeng used his sword - that too ordinary sword - to be a two-handed sword. The number on it came from the hand of the blacksmith in the city. It was above one hundred gold coins. It was a gift from Rajer to win the winner of Chang Yufeng - not a novice sword with magic restrictions.

He waved up and pointed the sword tip straight into the eyes of the god of death. He was straightforward, almost without any emotion, calm, staring at the eyes of the god of death with the majesty that belonged to the king, with huge stars shining eyes, timid, empty, floating with two red dots.

Death cannot close his eyes, but he will surrender.

It floated away, and its unusual ragged black robe danced in the wind, like a stray dog ​​running away.

And in a corner of this time and space, the Nine-Turn Spiritual Pearl Sword rotated behind someone. This person was built of ice peaks, scattered with flowers of ice crystals, surrounding every white skin in her body. She closed her eyes and rested, and she was filled with the proud cold.

Her name is Lan Luo, as if she had noticed the arrival of her king - no, she should have noticed the fluctuations caused by the appearance of the space-time cube, so she guessed the arrival of her king.

"Looking for the Wilderness... is finally completed..."

She no longer called her king, but called him his name.

The ice-blue ice crystal flowers bloomed, and Lan Luo's hand stretched out from the flowers, and the ice-white skin walked upwards. The slender five-knuckle joints slowly rose up, and slowly grabbed them up. He squeezed them hard, shattered all the ice flowers, and snorted coldly.

"That one I was locked in his shelter by him. It's time to settle this account! King!"

She shouted very seriously, her other king could be respected by her, and she also shouted the name of this king.

"My dear king... it's been three thousand years...it's time to end...this hatred!"

She stood up, her slender, flawless thighs were wrapped in ice flowers, turning into a thin and cold white dress of ice, and then her calves made of ice crystals condensed from ice flowers to snow cloud knee pads, and a pair of crystal clear white shoes wrapped her almost perfect feet. Her chest, her tender arms, her wrists, and her upper body were all turned, and the bouquet of white turned to blue, this wedding dress that looked like white snow, and like a white armor, could not be distinguished.

It is just because her beauty is too cold that those bouquets can no longer cover up her beauty, so that they are useless, lacking a fluctuation of life, and only a thorough coldness is left.

"Let them pay the price!"

She roared with a roar, and drownedly shouted the god of death who had rushed over, and did not dare to step forward.

"Mr. Lanluo... King, I want to summon you..."

The timidity of this god of death made Lan Luo suspicious.

"Oh~ I'm going to find him..." Lan Luo snorted and glared at the god of death: "Why are you so afraid?"

"Your king has already obtained that power~"

The god of death straightened the back of the skeleton and replied in a small voice: "This world is about to begin to turn the world~ Lord Lanluo~"

"He accepted that power~ It was simply incredible." Lan Luo watched the bouquets of ice crystals bloom together, as if he had lost some control, because their controller, Lan Luo, had a moment of mood, so that they were in full bloom and died.

"Let them! Pay the price!"

Lan Luo roared out loudly, wrapping everything in this corner with the endless cold wind.

And her roar was far more than that simple, because in a far away place, a woman who looked exactly like her and also named Lan Luo was slightly stunned, as if she felt this anger, and became dull, put down the doll in her hand - it was a doll she made slowly, and used cotton wool to sew her king, Changyufeng, slowly with cloth and needlework. Changyufeng's signature short golden and white hair was scattered in the cotton wool...

This mutte's, her king, is smiling.

Seeing that something was wrong with her, Xiaolan next to her put down the lollipop in her mouth, looked up at the [Lan Luo] next to her, went to hit the ice elf's arm, and whispered: "Hey~ what's wrong with her?"

"Just ask her if you want it~"

The ice elf also took the lollipop out of his mouth.

They lived a stable life in the box of Void. After all, they could only eat and drink. There was nothing big to do. Xunhuangying turned into a phantom, and once again, they fell into the madness curse in the box of Void. In the flowers and trunks of the ancient Titan trees, Xunhuangying breathed steadily, but lacked the power to wake up.

His appearance is no longer a bit similar to Changyufeng, but only a very serious and peaceful wonderful feeling.

"This day has come..." Lu Xinzhai sighed slowly and slowly stroked his beard. Although he was an old man, he had the power of youth.

"What? Luxinzhai, what happened?"

The two aura little guys were both children kept in the dark and had no right to know what was going on. Even everything about Changyu Feng, they could only watch.

"Looking for the Huangying has exhausted all his divine power."

Lu Xinzhai pretends to be mysterious, so he will naturally not tell them the truth.

"I know this..." Xiaolan patted her skirt and put the lollipop into her mouth again.

"I know this too..." The ice elf slowly floated to Xunhuangying, confirming Xunhuangying's existence and Xunhuangying's sleep: "So~What happened? Xunhuangying seems to be, I don't care so much~ Moreover, his divine power should be inexhaustible~"

"Right~ If God still uses up his power, what's the difference between him and a human?" Xiaolan also echoed: "However, I have a question, and I have always wanted to ask... After creating such a huge space where time and space no longer flow, what is the measure of divine power?"

"But Xunhuangying is not a god~" Lu Xinzhai pointed out the two clever words and told them everything they could know: "Therefore, his divine power will end..."

"No... I understand..." Xiaolan tilted her head, narrowed her eyes and glanced at Lu Xinzhai, then looked at Xunhuangying in the cotton wool.

Xunhuangying is actually very similar to Changyufeng. Xunhuangying is always there, doing his own things, and rarely talking to others... after he talks about his heart, he would rather hide it in his heart than speak out.

Perhaps, from another perspective, if he says it, it will be difficult for others to understand it, Xunhuangying will definitely feel uncomfortable. Although he doesn't say it, it is definitely not that he is unwilling to say it, but that no one can say it.

For example, if it was the king's Xunhuangying, the king's Changyufeng would definitely be able to say anything, and it would definitely not be like this... two dull gourds...

No, two [Doctors of mutual deception].

"Now, Changyu Feng is the god~"

Lu Xinzhai didn't intend to hide it, but he just didn't like them asking too frequently when they knew it, so they turned into a golden ball and rolled to Xunhuangying's head.

"What~" Xiaolan looked at the ice elf in confusion, with a confused look on her face.

However, Lan Luo, who was beside them, came to his senses and picked up the puppet she had fallen down, and took the clothes of Changyufeng Maple's puppet. It was a black dress, shining handsomely on the puppet Changyufeng's body.

It's not so handsome, but cute. Because the appearance of this tutu is similar to that of Jack Neman, rather than a god like Changyu Feng.

Round belly, round arms, chubby little hands, short legs, fat feet, round face, big button eyes, and a little bad short black hair.

It is not necessary to match such a long-feathered maple puppet with a long-feathered maple, because the long-feathered maple no longer looks like that now.

It's not so much that it's Changyu Maple, it's Jack Neman.

Chang Yufeng hasn't worn black coarse linen again for a long time. His king's appearance is too white and he is not allowed to wear too dark clothes, because that is the same as the man in black robe he doesn't want to see.

If you live in this world openly, you don’t need to use a black robe to cover yourself up, although black clothes are not the same as black robe.

Well, Lan Luo slowly picked up the needle and thread again and began to sew his exquisite clothes for the little doll. Perhaps in that way, Jack Neman could become a long-feathered maple.

"Maybe... means... little brat, I'm no longer a human being!"

The ice elf shouted loudly about his guess.

“This is really shocking~”

"You are not a human being! It's so difficult for my little master. What kind of power you have is what you deserve~"

One of the two little girls licking lollipops and relished it, biting her lollipop and began to eat it.

"I'm not a human being, little kids should be alone. I've seen many people who don't know that clearly, or have thought clearly about why they live in this world, or how to live. I think we don't suffer from this trouble, but your little master still needs to think about it carefully~"

The ice elf sighed and said, "Look, when you get old, it is not natural to get married and have children, reproduce the next generation, get married, and then start a career? Although, although it is difficult sometimes, right... Finding a good woman will end up, not saying that taking care of her husband and children can make the next generation have a good temper. I guess it is a very difficult thing~ right~"

"What does this have to do with my little master becoming a god~"

Xiaolan couldn't understand the meaning of the ice elf.

She felt that she had taken the wrong medicine like Lu Xinzhai and said something she couldn't understand.

"After becoming God, there will naturally be no worries I just mentioned~ At least, in my understanding, God should not get married~ right?"

"Wrong! A big mistake! My little master was born by my master! My master loves you very much, loves you very much, loves you very much! I love you very much, loves you very much!"

Xiaolan said a lot about love, love, love, love.

But her master is not here.

I can't respond to what she said about love, what kind of love is it?
Chapter completed!