"Brother Shui, sob sob sob..."
The female Human Martial Saint, called Qing'er, lay helplessly on the sickbed, quietly sobbing and calling for the green-robed man, "Brother Shui."
If it weren't for covering her, Brother Shui would never have suffered such serious injuries!
One could see the green-robed Martial Saint pause for a moment, but immediately he left at a faster pace. A lifetime for a pair, it had become a dream. He could not live on...
Such stories continuously unfolded in the rear of the Human and Demon clans.
But more often, Saints ventured alone, facing death as if it were a journey home, silently and without a word.
...
"Clang!"
In a treehouse in the small forest world, Zhang Yinghe suddenly opened his eyes.
At this very moment, the air seemed electrified, and the Blood Fire Long Spear flared up, hot and fierce, instantly burning the dry withered Demon Flag Seeds beside it to ashes!
