Lu Heng took a deep breath.
His eyes slid across Wan Mingyu's already stiff face, and landed on the distant pitch-black sky.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at Zhang Qing.
He heard his own voice as ethereal as smoke.
"Put Zhang Qing...in the Discipline Hall and interrogate tomorrow."
After the words fell, the young man's hoarse voice came from the night wind.
"Disciple... Thank you Master for your kindness in nurturing and teaching for many years. It is Disciple who is sorry for Master."
Lu Heng closed his eyes, with the same indifferent expression on his face.
But if you observe carefully, you can see that even under the moonlight, his complexion is somewhat disastrous, and the line of his lips is even more tightly drawn.
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There was a rustling sound behind him, it should be that Zhang Qing was taken away.
Lu Heng moved his stiff body and was about to leave when a gloomy voice suddenly came from above his head—
"My deity, when will it be your turn to do it?"
Lu Heng opened his eyes suddenly.
Subconsciously, she flew towards Zhang Qing's direction, but she was a step too late.
Cen Zhou had already lifted the man in his hand, suspended in mid-air, with a sarcasm smile on his lips.
"Sect Master Lu, thank you for taking care of Xie Ya over the years."
Lu Heng pulled out the sword behind his back, his eyes were frosty and snowy, and his voice was as cold as ice.
"Mozun, this is the realm of my Xuanyang Sect, don't you be so rampant! Put people down quickly—"
Cen Zhou also knew that it was not appropriate to stay for a long time at this time.
Before Lu Heng could make a move, he disappeared into the endless night. Only a group of elders were left, jumping and cursing in anger.
Qinger...
Lu Heng pursed his lips and clenched his fists tightly.
…
No. 888 had never seen Jiang Yan in such a state of despair.
In its impression, Jiang Yan has always been heartless. No matter what he encounters, he can face it with a hippie smile and try his best to complete the task.
But now...
Looking at his own host lying on the bed with empty and numb eyes, No. 888 sighed.
Yan Yan, there is something I have not told you.
Jiang Yan's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't respond.
In fact, Wan Mingyu was still alive, not dead.
"You don't need to comfort me," Jiang Yan said weakly, "I watched him die with my own eyes, how could he still be alive?"
it is true. In fact, the task planes you experience are all virtual, just borrowing the settings of those worlds. In other words, only the raider and the target of the raid are real.
Although in the mission plane, Wan Mingyu has already died. But in the corresponding real world, Wan Mingyu is still alive... Of course, that Wan Mingyu doesn't know you either.
Hearing this, Jiang Yan sat up with a "squeak" and his eyes lit up.
"Baye, is what you said true?"
Of course it is true, Yan Yan, why should I lie to you
Jiang Yan's mood suddenly improved.
Thinking of how he didn't even eat well these days because of Wan Mingyu, he couldn't help complaining.
"The system spends so much effort, why do these virtual worlds come out?"
That's for...
In the middle of speaking, No. 888 paused again.
The system does not know either. Anyway, all you need to know is that Wan Mingyu is not dead.
Before finishing speaking, Jiang Yan jumped off the bed.
Hiko, why are you going
Jiang Yan smiled "hehe".
"I'm in a good mood, of course I'm going to make trouble! I've been in the Demon Realm for so many days, and I haven't gone out for a stroll yet!"
Number 888: "..."
Suddenly, I regretted telling Yanyan the truth.
Just as Jiang Yan walked to the door, he ran back quickly when he heard something.
Lying on the bed, pretending to be sleepy.
Not long after, the door was pushed open.
Mozun Cen Zhou came in, sat by the bed, staring at Jiang Yan silently.
Jiang Yan thought, this is Xie Yan's father.
Before he could say "Dad", Cen Zhou suddenly stretched out his fingers and stroked his lips.
Jiang Yan: "???"