Reborn, being taken care of by the enemy Empress blocking the resurrection point

"Then what do you call you? A deadbeat?" The young man's calm and calm voice echoed back and forth in the small air defense.

Sikong Longxiang noticed something was wrong and lowered his head sharply.

Chu Hanjiang, who should have been in a coma due to heavy blood loss, opened his eyes at this time, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, it lost its original crispness, and instead merged with the calm and calm voice of the young man.

Chu Hanjiang raised his enviable slender thigh, jumped straight up and kicked him out. Sikong Longxiang was unprepared for a moment and was kicked away by this kick.

Chu Hanjiang straightened up calmly and patted the dust on his body lightly. The bloody hole on his chest healed in an instant.

Sikong Longxiang, who was kicked away by a sudden sneak attack, had an expected look on his face.

"You really won't die so willingly."

"Go to death calmly?" Chu Hanjiang frowned and asked in a funny tone, "Are you looking down on me too much?"

"No matter how weak I am, I am still the God of Earth, Kvelino!"

"No matter how much I pity humans, I am still the supreme god."

"Who knows?" Sikong Longxiang stretched out his hand to tidy up the messy clothes on his body, his tone full of mockery, "After all, you are the first god to change his self-title and call himself "I"."

Quiverino shrugged indifferently, "Isn't it the same for you now? Where is your title of "I"?"

"It has long been turned into a cloud of history!" Sikong Longxiang waved his hand nonchalantly, "Sometimes I have to admit that what you said is right."

"The history of a race is limited, even if this race was once magnificent, omnipotent, and dominated everything in the world."

"But that period of history is limited after all. The wheel of the times is rolling, and no race can resist it."

"Why do you need to say this?" Quevelino stretched out his slender jade hand and shook it. The thick cement and steel bars in the air defense were reborn as if they had gained souls at this moment.

The cement and steel bars pierced the air and sent out their own wild laughter to kill Sikong Longxiang.

The ferocious attacks were merciless and went straight to the point. Faced with such a shocking scene, Sikong Longxiang's expression was quite bland.

When all the attacks came within two meters of him, there was a sudden wave of silent ripples, and then everything disappeared.

"Qi Wei was killed by you?"

"Otherwise?" Sikong Longxiang stretched out his hand unhurriedly and a cup of coffee was reflected in the space like a mirror.

Then the fragrant and slightly bitter coffee really appeared in His hands.

He took a sip of coffee slowly, not even bothering to look at the crowd, and complained: "I don't know what I was thinking before my memory was restored, so how could I like this kind of thing."

"The original Qiu Shan Mingyue Tea is still better."

"Qiu Shan Mingyue Tea is something that dates back hundreds of years." Quevilino spread his hands, "It seems that I will definitely die today."

"Or are you expecting today's scene, so you killed Qi Wei specifically to restrain me today?"

Sikong Longxiang casually put the coffee in the air and said in a leisurely manner: "If I can really count to that point, those who are fighting for life and death in the city center should take me with them."

"Is that still a human being?" Quevelino seemed to have given up resistance, sat down on the soft mattress, and started chatting.

"Who knows?" Sikong Longxiang frowned his handsome eyebrows, "This game of chess has been played too hard, and too many players have died."

"The last game?"

"Ah."

After the conversation ended, the two gods fell into a long silence. The terrifying aura still echoed in the air-raid shelter, and no one dared to act rashly.

After a long time, Quiverino's lips were dry and he said stiffly, "I give you the authority. If you don't agree to this, I will destroy this authority."

"Anyway, this is the last chess piece you can get. Without this chess piece, you are definitely no match for those two guys."

Inside the already dilapidated and messy air-raid shelter is God's final game.

The fighting outside seemed to be escalating. Even in the air-raid shelter buried deep underground, the howling wind and angry thunder could be heard from above.

Various chaotic yet deafening sounds intertwined together.

All the voices were urging the god to make a choice.

"I promise you, I will send them away first, and then give me authority, okay?"

Quiverino showed a relieved smile, "Well, you can reach A level by merging with me anyway. There is no reason to devour them."

That obscure and dim look looked towards everyone.

No one knew what kind of existence this former supreme god was.

Quiverino chuckled, he was the only epic in the world written by humans.

The earth is a generous mother whose love for her children is always deep and unreserved.

Sikong Longxiang waved his hand, causing ripples in the air-raid shelter, and everyone was simply sent away.

A mirror-like passage appeared in the space, and Quevelino could clearly see that it had been teleported to the temporary camp set up by the Human Executive Directorate.

Everyone stood there safely.

He showed an indifferent smile, "The power of space is more than that."

"Qi Wei was divided into three parts."

There was a restrained smile in Quevilino's eyes. Chu Hanjiang's body gradually separated from him, and the young man wearing a golden and red wedding dress appeared in the form of a soul.

His slender, white hands with clear joints caressed the girl's delicate face with compassion, his expression was solemn and solemn.

But there was a lingering light in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, girl, for getting you into this trouble for no reason. Goodbye."

city ​​center.

Gao Yunjing desperately wanted to come to the place where Chu Hanjiang was, but how could Wan Wenxiu let him get what he wanted?

The war between the two cannot be described as intense. It can only be described as a fierce collision between two broken bodies.

Gao Yunjing reached out his hand again and forcefully took out the organs that Wan Wenxiu had finally recovered.

But at this moment, a distant, majestic and deep dragon roar suddenly came from between heaven and earth.

Gao Yunjing's expression suddenly changed and he looked up sharply.

A tall dragon shadow appeared on the horizon of the city, soaring into the sky, and the dark clouds in the sky disappeared without a trace in a moment.

The silhouette of the giant dragon is long and graceful, like the most beautiful handicraft created in the world, and the aura that sweeps over it carries the majesty of the emperor.

But it is still difficult to erase the beauty that has a fatal appeal to human beings.

It is undeniable that there is a reason why the dragon has always been regarded as an auspicious beast by the Yunhua Empire.

To that scene of unspeakable beauty, dancing gracefully under the moonlight.

No one can imagine that it would be a moody god who would destroy races at will.

Dragon God.

The third player has finally arrived.

……

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