Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

Su Ling shook her head, and suddenly said, "Lin Xuan, do you want to know what I do in my daily work?"

"Huh?" Lin Xuan was puzzled.

"Although I really want to say that I am defending world peace or fighting against evil forces, in fact, after thinking about it for a long time a few days ago, I realized that in the final analysis, I am just doing whatever I want."

Su Ling sighed

She paused, tilted her head to think about it, and then said seriously, "But I have to say, it's really cool to do whatever you want."

It's as cool as playing idiom Solitaire.

Although to a certain extent, its meaning can be equated with suicide.

Even Su Ling himself sometimes finds it unbelievable. He is obviously so timid, but sometimes he is unbelievably brave.

What Master Tu Shan said is actually correct. After possessing power, most people will mess around with their own will... Su Ling is no different from other people.If there is any difference, it's just that what she wants is more luxurious than what others pursue.

"You remember the promise you made with me, right?"

She opened the administrator interface and called up the scholar's exclusive authority-forced repatriation.

"You should go." Su Ling said, "If it doesn't work, I will leave soon."

"All right"

The other party didn't seem to have any dissatisfaction, but in the silence, the light footsteps approached him.

She asked softly, "Do you want to go forward alone?"

"Feel sorry."

Su Ling nodded, not daring to look at her, her furry ears drooped until warm hands covered the top of her head.

"Because someone is calling, isn't it?"

Lin Xuan tilted his head and looked at him, feeling emotional: "Whether it's a human or a small animal, as long as there is a call for help, there is no way to ignore it. You have always had such a personality.

My sister has grown up. Although I don’t want to be a brother, I still hope that your brave appearance can be seen by more people. "

During the brief silence, the little fox gradually lowered his head, unable to face the hopeful eyes: "I'm sorry, Lin Xuan, I'm afraid I can't always be as lucky as before..."

"Isn't that normal? No one can do everything, there are always limits."

The girl's smile remained unchanged, and she reached out and squeezed her face hard, as if to encourage her: "However, there should be something you can do, right?"

She said, "What you should do."

Stared at by those soft pupils, Su Ling froze in place for a long time, then nodded slowly: "That's right."

As a result, her smile became more gentle.

"Then go, Linger."

The girl stretched out her hand and hugged him again, so gently:

"If you feel pain, just call out. If you feel sad, it's okay to cry like a child. If you encounter difficulties that you can't overcome, just call me."

She stared at Su Ling's pupils, so close, and told her so solemnly: "In that case, no matter where I am, I will definitely come to you."

Offer your tenderness and tolerance without hesitation.

Lin Xuan is smiling, so handsome

"No matter how far apart."

Su Ling couldn't help sighing, it was hard to resist such tenderness.

"It's really cunning, brother."

I always feel that if this continues, I will degenerate towards a cripple at the speed of light... Like a spoiled child, it will become more and more outrageous.

"Because you're too harsh on yourself, aren't you?"

The girl smiles, releases her hands and takes a step back

"Go, Ling'er, go, I will watch you."

Being looked at by such eyes, inexplicably, courage and determination that surprised even himself reappeared in Su's chest.

Let her face all this calmly.

Smile and leave.

"Goodbye, Lin Xuan."

Su Ling said goodbye softly

"I'm leaving!"

She backed away slowly, turned around, and headed towards the eternal kingdom again, never turning back.

"Come on, come on~"

The girl smiled and stared at her receding figure.

Gradually, along with the last white light gate, it disintegrates into shattered light of nothingness.

Disappear.

……

OK(ゝω??★)

Chapter 540 Six Leaders

In the groggy and darkness, Ivanoch opened his eyes from above the altar.

"Has it begun?" he asked.

"Yes."

The old man under the altar nodded, quietly waiting for the order from the host.

In the silence, there was only the crunching sound from outside the heavy steel and stone walls, ticking, as if it stretched to the end of time, never ending.

A damp wind blows in the distance.

"It's raining..."

Ivanovich whispered suddenly.

"Yes."

"I just slept for a while, is this the time?"

From the bondage of the altar, Ivanoch raised his cloudy eyes.

Countless sharp thorns and roots pierced out of his body, coiled around the throne representing the seat of the gods, and the last root sank into the ground and stone slabs, connecting him to this great miracle. as one.

As a result, a heavy pulse and heartbeat came from the depths of the darkness, like a sea tide.

With every pulsation, painful bloodshots stretched and overlapped in Ivanoqi's pupils, covering those old eyes with scarlet.

"I originally thought that I could last longer... It seems that I am really old."

Ivanovich murmured softly, and hung his head weakly, as if he didn't even have the strength to support his neck.

so tired.

He said: "The next thing, no, it should be said: 'win or lose', I will leave it to you."

Under the altar, the person in charge of San Jose shook his shoulders, couldn't help stepping forward, his eyes widened, and he was about to say something

"I didn't give up—"

As if expecting something, Ivanoch interrupted him, and told him calmly: "Just like the miss spirit you believe in, I haven't given up yet."

The middle-aged man who regarded himself as an old man froze in place.

"As of now, I'm ashamed."

On the altar, the alchemist said, "I am no match for Isaac."

"Even if I can draw a tie with him now, it's not because of my talent and hard work, but because I have exhausted all the methods of inferiority. At all costs, by all means..."

However, this is already its own limit.

Even with all his strength, he could not cross that bottomless abyss.

Countless attempts and prayers, but only so far.

Ivanovic said calmly, "From before to now, I have never won against him even once."

So, full of humiliation, admitted this bloody fact.

Whether it is achievements, status, status, or a beloved woman.

Looking back on the unwillingness and grief and anger in his life, those vivid memories have been completely engraved by the pale defeats.

Do your best to chase, use all methods to challenge, and in the end you can only fall into the abyss full of bitter fruit and pain.

The pain of shadows, those who are illuminated by the sun will never see.

Originally thought that after so many years, he could already forget and put aside those humble past, making everything trivial.But now, recalling it turned out to be so heart-wrenching, so...

Not reconciled!

Never before have I hated failure so much, even the smallest one, unacceptable.

I have never been so eager for victory, even the most humble and insignificant victory...

"I'm old, Pang, and I can't go any further."

"However, you still have a future and a possibility."

Ivanovich lowered his head and begged humblely like a beggar. He said, "Please, help me defeat him."

"Let me try again before I die of old age."

"I have lost countless times in my life, but only this time...I want to win!"

In the silence, Pan Ge wanted to look away, and couldn't bear to see his best friend in such a mess again, but some kind of force did not allow him to look away.

He was not allowed to despise the emaciated and tired man.

Nor was he allowed to evade such a request.

"You will win, Ivanoch!"

Pang raised his head and told him firmly as if he wanted to declare the truth.

"I promise, we will win!"

So, the alchemist above the altar laughed softly.

"Thank you, Pange."

He was calm and closed his eyes.

No more worries.

Here, using this old body as a pan sacrifice, imitating the upside-down god who once sacrificed himself, and his consciousness once again sank into the storm of source quality and miracles.

Drive miracles and incarnate as the reflections of the Holy Spirit on the earth.

At that moment, San Jose's airship roared.

Endless thunder burst out, slashing at the giant ahead!

From Northern Europe and China, two brothers from the same school, two completely different destinies...

With 40 years of humiliation and unwillingness, he once again stood on the ring and challenged the unattainable "Tiangong"!

The reflection of the Holy Spirit opened his eyes from above the clouds.

Come on, Isaac!

Let's once again... a showdown!

……

In the dust of despair, someone opened his eyes.

As if he didn't hear the cry of the monk Jixia beside him, he propped himself up and looked up at the tower in front of him.

The last masterpiece of the celestial craftsmen, and the cage of suffering that imprisoned them for thousands of years.