"Bring Dong Rui a toy." Dong Rui's demon puppet is similar to the beast, and when he sees this thing, he should be able to laugh so hard that he can't close his mouth.
As soon as he straightened up, he found that the mud, sand and pebbles on the ground had turned into black smoke.
Looking around the buildings, the ruins of bricks and tiles have turned into smoke one after another, heading towards the Tomb of the Red General as if they were being summoned.
The soul-capturing mirror shouted: "This secret realm is going to collapse! No, it's going to be dissolved."
It holds a small world and has the most say.
He Lingchuan walked alone among the ruins. Around him, a world was falling apart.
The background color of the sky gradually turned into light red.
Magical, lonely, spectacular.
This is the end of a secret realm, the last moment of an unknown world. How many people in the world can be lucky enough to witness it?
He Lingchuan understood that it was also this secret realm that he, Sun Fuping, Nian Songyu and others entered two years ago.
It completed the handover between Zhong Shengguang and General Hong, and also served as the battlefield for Dafang Hu to refine the Qiling Gai, and it was also a trap for He Lingchuan to plot against Nai Luotian's clone.
It has completed its merits and can retire.
He Lingchuan closed his eyes, but what he was thinking about was:
What about Panlong World?
Is it essentially the same as this secret realm? How will it finally come to an end?
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He Chunhua led his army back to the oasis and asked people to set up camp.
The military doctor came over and helped him treat the wound on his shoulder blade.
The tent door curtain was rolled up, and He Chunhua stared at the rising sun without saying a word.
The statue of Nai Luotian kept heating up in his arms, but he ignored it.
The blood-stained water was handed out basin after basin, but whether it was the sedative medicine or the psychological effect, he did not feel the pain. After escaping from the Panlong Secret Realm and feeling lucky to survive the disaster, his mind automatically replayed the eldest son's heart-stirring meal.
Cursing.
Is that really Chuan'er?
If not, why did you risk your life to save him several times before?
If so, the changes in the past year and a half have been too big, right? From a frontier dude to a pillar of talent.
The tone of speaking, the way of doing things, and the way he looks at people are all different.
However, isn't this the ideal son of any father, a son who will become a great person, be responsible, and bring glory to his family?
Chuan'er has grown up after all. It's not uncommon for children to become wise and sensible overnight. It's said that a prodigal son returns with gold.
Why can't He Chunhua have two good sons?
The military doctor said softly: "Sir, the wound has been treated. It's best to lie still today."
A new day has just begun, but He Chunhua looked tired: "Go down."
He kicked everyone out.
Zhao Qinghe was a sensible person, so he helped him sit up first, then took the incense burner and lit seven incense sticks, placed a barrier for him, and then put the tent curtain in place to prevent wind leakage.
He Chunhua sat alone in the tent, thinking for a long time, then took out the statue of Nai Luotian and murmured a prayer.
Chapter completed!