"Achu, you already have a 90,000-year-old boy." Ye Mo said sadly.

Chu Yue: "..."

She covered her embarrassment and coughed dryly and asked, "Husband, what do you think?"

With a word of husband, the man's heart has been filled with aged vinegar that has been brewed for 90,000 years.

He said: "This son has the posture of a martial god, and the five lands of the imperial realm may not be enough for him to show his strength in the future."

Chu Yue smiled with her eyebrows.

Coincidentally, she also thinks so.

Afterwards, the two walked aimlessly on Xinghai Chang Street and met many people, and they were intertwined from beginning to end.

Gradually, she found that there were many young boys, girls and young warriors practicing in the streets and alleys.

Even some people who are older and just want to live a stable life have taken out their young knives and sharpened them.

They said:

"The Soul-Killing Light is unstable, and it will be difficult for the Five Lands of the Emperor to have peace. Instead of waiting for death, it is better to practice more before this. I just hope that when the Void Ghosts come back in the future, we can be the general Ye, the sword emperor and others.

Help a little bit.”

"The situation is already chaotic, and only efforts can be broken."

"How can the peace of the mainland be tied to one person? It takes thousands of people to resist together to have a glimmer of vitality and a glimmer of light."

“…”

Hearing many such words, under Chu Yue's mask, a bright red lips burst into a bright smile.

She thought.

She probably understood why the pillows made the mainland dark for a month.

Only by personally experiencing the dark age and personally experiencing the panic of completely losing light can this generation be inspired.

No!

It's a land of people!


Chapter completed!