"Don't mention this matter for now. What exactly did Himeji get so seriously sick?"

The broken injuries on the shoulders were recovering quickly, and Luo Qianhuan once again deeply realized the pervert of his physical recovery ability.

As long as there is a soul supply, no matter how severe the injury is, it can be recovered, not to mention that the nearby soul supply has reached its limit.

Bayi Yonglin was holding a white medicine box, and the only people awake in the room were Luo Qianhuan and Bayi Yonglin.

"It's not because of fatigue." Bayi Yonglin found a few potions that looked normal in the medicine box.

"Work...tired?" Luo Qianhuan stared at Himeji who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and a hint of self-blame was felt in her heart.

"Brother Holy Sword, you are really not gentle..."

Bayi Yonglin knew that although Bayi Yonglin was also living here, she made some strange medicines, but who helped her make the materials, equipment and environment for the manufacturing of medicines, and the environment for the manufacturing of medicines, knows very clearly.

"Miss Himeji and the Chairman, both of them have been working hard for the construction of this city these days. Perhaps the Chairman is in good health and there is no other major injury except fatigue. But for Miss Himeji, who is even worse than ordinary people, it would be strange if she is tired day and night and not sick."

Eighty Yonglin used special power to directly evaporate the effect of the medicine in her hand in Himeji's body. Gradually, the tense expression on Himeji's face also soothes, and the potion takes effect very quickly.

Himeji also noticed that the shadow of the gods was approaching, so he hadn't had a good sleep during this period.

Luo Qianhuan himself knew nothing.

"Sometimes, I'm really too self-righteous." Luo Qianhuan covered his forehead and rubbed his temple: "No one around him cares, so why are you talking about saving the world..."

“Everyone has times of negligence.”

Bayi Yonglin seemed to have finished her treatment, closed her medical box and was about to leave.

"I gave Miss Himeji some special medicine, don't worry. There are no side effects. Because Miss Himeji's body is different from that of ordinary people, I also helped Miss Himeji a little strengthen her body." Yayi Yonglin took a last look at the girl who was lying on the bed and gave people a feeling of being extremely slender: "Miss Himeji may suddenly wake up. I think what she wanted to see for the first time she opened her eyes should not be the ceiling."

After Eighty Yonglin left the room, Luo Qianhuan stared at Himeji who was lying on the bed...

It's really similar...it should be said to be exactly the same.

Himeji's appearance always makes Luo Qian imagine someone he shouldn't think of...

That is, the so-called supreme leader of the heavenly beings, Luo Qianhuan's ultimate enemy! The mistress of the heavenly beings empire... his own sister.

Luo Qianhuan could not understand what Himeji was like.

Perhaps Himeji is also a god, and this is not without basis.

As her sister's agent in this world, Himeji has her own consciousness.

But it is also impossible to deny that Himeji is a life born by heaven and man.

For Luo Qianhuan, any celestial being is an enemy.

Whether it is now or future, in this war, Luo Qianhuan regards the celestial beings as enemies that must be killed.

Himeji's existence blurred Luo Qianhuan's concept.

It is true that the celestial beings want to occupy this world, and it is also true that they want to kill all the gods. These will destroy everything that Luo Qianhuan has.

So Luo Qianhuan had to resist.

But...will the way of resistance really be war?

Do you have to fight?

Luo Qianhuan no longer knows how many times it is to ask himself this question...

Control and ruling, which one do you choose?

Luo Qianhuan still remembers the words of Luo Qianhuan's father's inquiry.

I used to be a member of the Heavenly Man and had the right to control the entire Heavenly Man army as the commander of the Heavenly Man Legion.

After falling into a few reincarnations, my soul now has no power and gradually dissipates in the endless reincarnation.

But it is true that I have controlled the entire Tianren Legion!

Himeji is also a god. Now he can get along with Himeji face to face and live in peace.

The celestial beings are not steel monsters without any rationality.

Instead, they are extremely rigorous killing machines composed of a large number of orderly orders.

Machinery has no feelings, but it does not mean that it cannot negotiate with the gods...

"Stay peacefully with the gods?" Luo Qianhuan sat down beside Himeji's bed, and in a daze, she really felt like she was going back to the past and watching her sister fall asleep.

If Luo Qianhuan was not wrong, the highest mistress of the heavenly being is her sister.

But she cannot control her full power.

Otherwise, the celestial beings would not have fought everywhere. His sister has very similar personalities to Himeji, and she also suffers from severe hemorrhage. She hates all bloody things and everything related to destruction.

It was because of his own command that the genius became so violent...

Thinking of this, Luo Qianhuan's hand suddenly clasped the bed sheet.

Now this group of ghosts who have lost their leader still do these destructive actions...is it really meant to fulfill my order?

The orders I once issued were still implemented by the loyal ministers.

In other words, the blame for all the crimes is actually oneself?

Luo Qianhuan never dared to recall too much in-depth memories of the memory of the heavenly beings, because Luo Qianhuan was afraid, afraid that after immersing himself in that memory, he would make an idiotic move to break into the base camp of the heavenly beings.

So even though there was more detailed information about the gods in his mind, Luo Qianhuan still came to ask Yu Himeri.

That memory was sealed in Luo Qianhuan's mind.

There must be some way.

Control the heavenly beings again.

Luo Qianhuan wanted to know more, and those who could do this were to wait quietly for Himeji to wake up.

"What's wrong with Himeji?" Outside the window, Sethili didn't know how to enter the room, just like a cat, silently.

It should be a unique attribute of the possessor of the creative power of wind attributes.

Light and silent.

"I have a high fever, it seems that I'm overworked recently, but I'll get better tomorrow."

Luo Qianhuan remembered that he had just made an appointment with Sexili to meet his parents tomorrow with Sexili.

"Talk about it, what is the purpose of going to see your parents tomorrow?"

"There are some things that I may not be able to solve myself." Sethili mentioned that her face looked a little unnatural, but she didn't seem to care about this: "Chanhuan... I should take care of Himeji first than this... My business is not important."

Is this self-blame or pity?

Serhili’s relationship with Himeji…
Chapter completed!