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Chapter Ninety-Seven: Qing is at the end of the world, and I am at the cape


"Dragon Baby" Ye Mo looked at the figure of a man and a donkey walking away, and was stunned for a while.

Suddenly, a loud voice burst out, and then Ye Mo saw the blue light on the right turn on, and an overwhelming aura swept through the entire dark room in an instant.

It was so heavy that he couldn't straighten up.

Ye Mo was shocked in his heart, secretly afraid, took a step back, and jumped in the direction of the blood pool without thinking.

It was obvious that the man who called Long Wa was most likely the father that the children of the Long family called him.

He just beat his son, how can a father let him go now?

If you don't run away while you still have some magic power, will you have to have a battle with others?

Ye Mo weighed it in his mind and immediately decided to run away.

Judging from this aura alone, this Longwa's father is definitely stronger than Hinota Meimei.

Such a master One slap was enough to send Ye Mo flying to the sky.

"want to run" The man's angry voice in the dark seemed to be enough to burn through the world.

As soon as he shouted, Ye Mo's body jumped over the blood pool and suddenly rolled back uncontrollably.

Bang bang Then Ye Mo felt like he had been punched twice in the stomach and punched in the eye.

His stomach cramped in pain and his eyelids twitched.

Just when he thought he was really dead now, a suspicious voice soon sounded: "Dragon Fire" What dragon fire One of Ye Mo's eyes was swollen.

He looked up with his remaining eye and saw a tall man with a pale complexion standing in front of him in the dark room, holding his collar.

He is about two meters tall, with a strong back and a strong waist, and his arms are thicker than Ye Mo's thighs.

His complexion was a little abnormal, similar to Long Wa's, both were pale, but he was slightly better than Long Wa, and his complexion was slightly rosy.

He has a resolute complexion, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a righteous look.

If it weren't for his pale face and the ancient clothes that looked like they had been around for a long time, he would be an upright general.

"No, no."

The general looked at Ye Mo carefully and said, "There are only eighty-nine points of similarity, but in every detail, you can still tell that you are not my son of Dragon City.

Besides, if you are really Dragon Fire, you won't be able to hurt yourself."

My brother said, who are you?"

When he talked about it later, his face was full of majesty and his eyes were full of anger.

"My name is Ye Mo."

Ye Mo coughed twice and slowly spoke while he stared at him.

"Ye Mo"

Long Cheng put Ye Mo down and looked down at him with cold eyes: "From ancient times to the present, no one has ever been able to survive after hurting my son.

Your boy is no exception."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, lowered his fists suddenly, and hit Ye Mo's head hard with a shrill sound of wind breaking through the air.

His fist is as big as a big bowl This hit was no less than someone hitting Ye Mo on the head with a heavy hammer.

At this moment, the mana in Ye Mo's body had completely drained away and was locked by the pressure of Dragon City.

He could not move at all.

He could only watch with one eye open as the big fist landed on him. on the skull.

Rumble In an instant, Ye Mo felt like there were thousands of thunderbolts passing through his mind, which shocked Nangong Xuanxuan who was in the dark space and kept screaming: "Yi Zi, Ye Zi, what happened?"

what happened Ye Mo was in a trance and smiled bitterly.

Xuanxuan, now I have to go to hell to accompany you.

A sharp pain swept from the top of his head to all directions of his body.

Ye Mo was so painful that he wanted to die on the spot.

This fleeting time was too painful, as if tens of thousands of years had passed.

In his confusion, he seemed to hear the voice of a familiar person again.

"Dad, don't hit my big brother."

"Ye Mo, ah, you can't kill him, I will fight with you" The former belongs to Long Wazi.

The latter seems to belong to Li Xin Is she not dead?

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It's really great Ye Mo wanted to make sure whether Li Xin was dead or not.

He forced himself to open his mountain-heavy eyelids.

His right eye was hazy with blood.

In his left eye, he seemed to see tears in the corners of his eyes, a face full of heartache, and hair all over his body.

The woman with red light ran towards him.

She ran and cried: "Ye Mo, Ye Mo" It’s really Li Xin Ye Mo closed his eyes with relief.

The only thing he felt guilty about before his death was Li Xin's life and death.

Now that Li Xin is fine, he is really relieved.

Ye Mo has lived so long that no one wants to owe him except his mother.

Mother Thinking of his mother who was still ill in bed, Ye Mo felt sad, I can only repay your kindness in the next life.

Please forgive your incompetence and unfilial son

His heartbeat is getting slower and slower, his thoughts are becoming more and more empty, and his vitality is constantly disappearing.

I'm really going to die.

It turns out that this is what death feels like Ye Mo only felt that the surroundings were empty, his body was empty, and his mind was empty.

"Leaves, leaves, woo woo" Before he completely lost consciousness, the choked whine sounded again, just like the heartbreaking cry he heard while walking in the rain that day.

Crying so heartbroken, crying that the soul is broken, the lingering sounds of sorrow seem to penetrate into the void, restoring Ye Mo's fading soul.

Xuanxuan The last thing that flashed through Ye Mo's mind was that lonely and beautiful hazy fairy figure, that stupid girl who had been looking for him for hundreds of years and still lived in ignorance.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye. sorry.

It wasn't until he actually died that he realized that he owed Xuanxuan a lot.

It's a pity that he has no life to return it.

"Before you gave birth to me, I gave birth to you.

You are already old.

You hate that I was born late.

I hate that you were born early.

Before you gave birth to me, I gave birth to you.

I am already old.

I hate that I was born at the same time.

I am good to you every day.

I gave birth to you.

Before I was born, you gave birth to me.

I have grown old and I am far away from you.

You are separated from me by the corner of the ocean."

The last bit of aura disappeared, and what emerged in Ye Mo's soul was such a sad poem.

That's right.

From now on, you are at the end of the world and I am at the end of the world.

"Woo woo, leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves, leaves."

Xuanxuan's cries filled the darkness.

She cried and hugged herself into a ball, hugging herself like a hedgehog, shrinking her head into her chest, crying hysterically, crying until her soul was in and out of consciousness, as if It will completely dissipate in the next second.

Without the leaves, what's the point of her life?

"I'll fight with you" In the dark room, a beautiful figure glowing with red light rushed towards Longcheng with red eyes.

She was so unbearable in front of him, so humble and weak, just like a sapling in a violent storm.

Although there was the danger of being destroyed by the storm at any time, she still rushed forward without hesitation to follow him.

Storm resistant.

"I'm going to kill you" Her cheeks were wet with tears and her body was shaking violently.

Trembling because of fear, panic, fear of Ye Mo's death, fear of Ye Mo's true soul being dispersed

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At this moment, her weak back was as straight as a mountain, and her slender hands were no longer weak.

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