Forcing the Demon to Be Good: The Demonic Highness knocks on the door

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"Daddy, Mommy!"

"Kings!"

Yue Beibei was imprisoned in a spherical barrier, crying out of breath.

He knew that if such a mountain was pressed down, even people with high spiritual power would be crushed. [

In this lifetime, he would never want to see his father and mother again!

Yun Hua's face was as pale as paper and he could no longer stand up.

Holding onto the mountain wall, he slipped slowly: "Luo Er, Master, I'm sorry..."

Feng Liyan's face was also frighteningly pale, standing there reeling.

Although he and Yue Wushang often ridiculed and laughed at each other, Yue Wushang was his worst friend!

What kind of pain is it to bury one's friend with one's own hands?

He knew that this pain would follow him for tens of thousands of years, and he would never forget it in this lifetime...

Lin Ke'er was also crying uncontrollably.

She supported her husband, choked with sobs, and said, "Boss Yue was buried with Miss Qi at any rate... It must be, it must not be too sad..."

Lechi, Qingfeng, Lantao, and the five envoys also looked deathly, as if they were mourning their concubines.

Tears were rolling down everyone's faces..."

"Plop! Plop! Plop!..."

All the disciples of Mirage Palace knelt in front of the former Haimei Lake and now the mountain.

Saying goodbye to the dead...

The atmosphere was sad and solemn, no one dared to speak loudly, only a few low sobs...

On such a large field, only the wind swirled past.

"Bao'er, tell me, what they're doing now is like saying goodbye to a dead body, should we go down?"

A lazy voice suddenly sounded faintly from a not too high mountain peak.

Yue Wushang held his lovely wife in his arms, frowned slightly and looked at the solemn battle below, feeling a little headache. [