The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

Shi Ling also looked serious, "Do you know what you will face when you go back?"

Zhao Xingbang nodded: "I know. Maybe the next moment the bullet will hit the center of my eyebrow, and I will fall on the battlefield and die before dawn. But Sister Shi, I think it is worth it. Thank you for taking me to see this thing that I never dreamed of." A prosperous age. I like it very much, so I am willing to dedicate everything I have, including my life, to create this prosperous age with my compatriots."

The young man's facial features are immature, but his eyes are firm.

At the intersection of prosperous times and troubled times, gods and mortals stand opposite each other.

Shi Ling was in a trance, as if through Zhao Xingbang, he saw countless people in the fire of troubled times.

Countless people braved artillery fire to advance, countless people fell, but there were also countless people who fought their way out.

Even if the gods of our country die, our body of forty million people can still rival the gods!

No wonder, the god in the mouth of Black and White Wuchang is willing to sacrifice his life to join the game, betting with his life that the people of the East can defeat the gods of the West.

"it is good."

Shi Ling thought about the mantra conveyed to her by the King of Hell through black and white. At this moment, time stopped. Pedestrians and vehicles on the road stopped, the clocks on the tall buildings paused, and the bright and dark lights on all sides seemed to be distorted.

On the side of the road not far away, what Shi Ling didn't see was that there was a middle-aged man wearing a yellow Meituan rider costume, who stopped his motorcycle after a beat.

The King of Hell stared at the girl in the darkness at the corner of the street, with a hint of excitement in his deep eyes.

It's not that the people in their underworld are unwilling to personally send Zhao Xingbang back through the gap in time and space, but that she is the only person in this world who can activate that magic formula.

The King of Hell rashly revealed the secret to Shi Ling, but he actually had no idea. After all, she had sacrificed her life to join the game. After her death, all her divine power and bloodline turned into the spirit of the earth, nurturing thousands of living creatures here. If Emperor Fengdu hadn't saved a trace of her divine veins at the cost of losing her soul, hiding it from the sky...

Suddenly, the King of Hell felt a powerful aura. He looked up suddenly and saw a girl in a black Lolita dress sitting on the edge of a tall building not far away, swaying her slender legs.

Killing angel, Shira!

At the beginning, although the gods of the West won, the people of the East won, and before the God of the East fell, he dragged all the ancient gods from the West who participated in the war to be buried with him, except for the nine fallen angels.

In the end, the comprehensive judgment of heaven is that the East wins, and the Eastern dragon takes off and rises.

Therefore, when Xila enters the East, he will be suppressed by heaven and his strength will be suppressed.

But even so, the King of Hell did not dare to underestimate this Xi La who was so ruthless that he even killed his own people.

In the war of the gods, after the Eastern gods sacrificed their lives to prevent the fallen angels from intervening in the mortal world and fell, the killing angel from the Western camp went crazy and slaughtered and devoured all eight other fallen angels. Her strength is the gathering of nine fallen angels, and even God is afraid of her.

The King of Hell was already ready to mobilize the Yin soldiers to fight with Xi La, but Xi La on the high building only glanced at him briefly, then looked intently in the direction of Shi Ling, shaking his legs slightly, as if he was not interested in it. No other plans.

The King of Hell was far away, and what he didn't see was the almost joyful excitement and crazy killing intention in Xi La's eyes.

She stretched her muscles, sniffed like a cat, and raised her head to feel the familiar spiritual energy surging around her.

Ah, what a long-lost breath.

She couldn't wait any longer.