If anyone knows him, he will be surprised. This person is Lin Hai, who has a sworn feud with the Wang family.
He was also silently doing his part for the land of Kyushu, and personally saw Ning Fan and an old god-king die together.
The killings continued, and the Western camp was defeated, but no one was happy. Everyone was silent and grieving.
In just a few days, too many people died, and grief enveloped the sky.
There was a heavy downpour in the sky, and it began to wash away the land that was filled with rivers of blood and mountains of bones.
Beiming Wushuang was so frightened that he killed the two old god kings in the west with just a raise of his hand, and moved toward the west with tears in his eyes.
The people looked up to the sky and roared, beating the eight major Western civilizations to pieces. They were defeated and fled in all directions.
Although they won this war, the price they paid was too heavy.
Mr. Fu's eyes were dull, as if he had aged dozens of years in a flash. He recalled countless millions of soldiers who sacrificed their lives for their homeland, as well as the hundreds of millions of ordinary people who chose to sacrifice their lives for the sake of reviving their will.
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"Papa, where are you?" A delicate little girl stood in the ruins and cried.
"Xiaofan."
Then every familiar face appeared, they were grieving and struggling to survive in a war-torn world.
"No, no!"
Ning Fan opened his eyes suddenly and sat up from a carved jade bed, sweating profusely. As he calmed down, he looked around.
This is an ancient room, with sandalwood lingering, and Nana asked: "Am I not dead? Why am I here?"
As soon as he got out of bed, Ning Fan fell to the ground with his legs weak. He looked at his hands and couldn't feel any strength at all.
As the door opened, a person dressed as a maid walked in: "Oh, you're awake, get up quickly."
After saying that, he helped Ning Fan, and Ning Fan asked: "Who are you and why am I here?"
"You were brought back by my young lady."
"Who is your young lady?" Ning Fan was very surprised.
The maid said: "My name is Miss Mu Qianyu."
"I don't know, why do I feel like I'm out of control?"
"Because you slept for fifty years."
"Fifty years?"
This news was like a bolt from the blue. Why had I slept for fifty years and all my cultivation was gone?
"I want to see your young lady."
"Well, I'll take you there."
Gradually, Ning Fan began to adapt to his body and was able to walk, but he still could not make large movements.
Under the pavilion in the back mountain, the maid bowed slightly: "Miss, the young master has woken up."
"You go down!"
This is a woman wearing a long skirt, with her back to Ning Fan. Judging from her background, she is definitely a stunning beauty.
"Who are you?"
"I!"
The other party slowly turned around, revealing a peerless face, which was as fascinating and suffocating as a fairy in a painting against the backdrop of a white dress.
"Hiss...it's you!" Ning Fan recognized it. Isn't this the woman he found in the Yuan Stone when he was on Earth?
Then her consciousness was still lodged deep in her own consciousness, and she didn't expect it to be her.
"Are you still used to this body shape?" Mu Qianyu asked.