I make a contract with myself

The Island of the Dead is hidden in the fog.

According to maritime legends, this island is located at the edge of the world and can only be reached after death.

So, when Sun Yan held his daughter and searched for the Island of the Dead in the fog, the latter burst into tears.

"Daddy, are we dead?"

If you didn’t know her, you’d think her father was dead because of that sad little expression.

But Sun Yan nodded seriously: "Yes, we died. We died on the way here."

Hearing this, Xing Wan sniffled and suddenly burst into tears: "Wan Wan, don't die, wuwuwu... Daddy, you are the best, find a way quickly, Wan Wan should not be separated from mother!"

Sun Yan: "..."

It seems the joke has gone too far...

Just as he was about to say something, a jade hand reached out from each side and twisted his ears.

Liu Xian snatched the child and held him in her arms, softly explaining that her father was just joking and that they were still alive and well.

Duan Rong and Xie Xintong were on the left and right, and they had considerable strength in their hands.

Sun Yan did not struggle and accepted the punishment obediently.

"Deserve it!"

Chu Shudai despised him.

Lin Xiaoyu was standing beside Liu Xian, coaxing the child together. She turned her head when she heard the voice, with a look of disgust, as if she was looking at something hopelessly dirty.

Sun Yan really knew he was wrong.

If there were no outsiders present, he would definitely have to kneel down with the mace and would not be able to go to bed for half a month.

"Daddy lied to the kid again!"

Xingwan stopped crying and looked quite cute even though she was angry.

What should I do if I want to bully her even more?

The others were so adorable by the cute little boy that their faces were bleeding, and they all had some thoughts in their minds, more or less.

Only the loving mother remained true to her heart and held her daughter tightly, apparently not intending to leave the child to him.

After a while of playing, the Island of the Dead was right in front of us.

The painted boat Xinghai was carrying everyone, and the formation was fully activated without regard for the consumption of spirit stones.

They knew very little about the Island of the Dead.

In particular, there are people from the Lingjue Holy Land here. Although according to the information found out by Zai and Zhu, Jun Wuzhi is stationed in the holy land to deal with various emergencies. Logically, he will not appear on the Island of the Dead.

However, it is better to be safe than sorry. When we need to be vigilant, we must not relax at all.

There are not many people who can fight with Fan Wuji, and Jun Wuzhi is one of them.

Whether we can win or not is another matter, but we can definitely draw.

Faced with such a strong opponent, even if all the people on this boat were combined, they could run away, but they might not be able to kill him.

"It's getting dark, Wanwan should go back to sleep first." Sun Yan said with a smile.

"Yeah, good night, Daddy."

Xing Wan rubbed her eyes and waved to Liu Xian again: "Good night, mother... Good night, Aunt Lin... Good night, Aunt Xie..."

The little guy was well received, said "good night" to everyone, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The tranquilizing spell is just a small spell to help you sleep.

Sun Yan walked into the room, holding the little baby in his arms, came to a bonsai, and reached out to touch the thin barrier.

The space around the father and daughter was distorted, and after nine breaths, they suddenly disappeared.

After a moment, the barrier flashed and Sun Yan's figure appeared again.

He stretched himself and stretched his muscles a little. When he looked up again, his expression became serious and his eyes were sharp.

As I walked out of the room, I saw Murong Ya making some hand gestures, and a cuckoo flew out from her palm, circled around her twice, and then found its direction and flew into the fog.

Everyone was ready.

In the current situation, they cannot take the initiative to attack. After all, the other party arrived before them and has been here for a long time. No one knows how many arrangements they have made in secret.

After two years of stopping and starting on the road, the little guy is already five and a half years old. Although Sun Yan's strength has improved, he is still unable to confront the leader head-on.

However, if he is not a leader, then it is easy to say.

It would be fine if you exchange the hostages honestly, but if you dare not be honest, your soul will be scattered!

About an hour later, the two sides met formally.

There were only ten people on the other side, but it could be seen that they were all strong.

Cang Xie, Chu Shudai and Sun Yan seemed to have a telepathic connection and their eyes were focused on one person.

He was a handsome young man with a buzz cut, standing upright, as if in... a military posture?

And the clothes he is wearing are very similar to those in a certain TV series.

Sun Yan and Chu Shudai looked at each other.

Among the vast number of fellow time travelers, how many are soldiers?

They met one.

Well, that's not right. It's possible that before he came here, he was participating in military training, and then his soul was traumatized, and he only remembered a certain memory...

Like Chu Shudai, the eighth alien elf also has flaws, otherwise Sun Yan would not have been born.

However, we still need to check the code.

Chu Shudai signaled with her eyes.

Sun Yan was helpless and cleared his throat: "The best of the best, the best of the best, we are the passionate sons and daughters of our motherland..."

Chu Shudai was so upset that she didn't even wait for her to say anything before the other party answered immediately.

"The sharp swords are unsheathed, the shells are loaded, and we are just waiting for the charge horn to sound..."

The code was correct, it was the person they were looking for.

Everyone: "..."

It’s okay on Sun Yan’s side, everyone has followed the drama.

On the other hand, the two of them started singing duet before I even opened my mouth.

"Well, let him go."

The Lingjue Holy Land is headed by a middle-aged man, whose cultivation level is naturally the highest. According to observation, he should be around the eighth level of the spiritual grade.

If he insists on being a leader, he will be a leader-level person and will be called a disgrace to the leader when he goes out.

It seems that Jun Wuzhi has no intention of causing trouble.

In that case, let's just exchange the hostages normally, which will save trouble.

Si Mulin has some cultivation, and it is not low, at least he is at the second level of spiritual grade.

Nearly a hundred years have passed, and without a powerful cultivation base, the eighth alien elf would have long become an old man.

However, in terms of hard power, Cang Xie can knock him down with one hand.

Murong Ya was so excited that when she passed by Si Mulin, she threw herself into the arms of the middle-aged man like a young swallow.

"Daddy, wuwuwu..."

She was a rich lady, and was brought up in pampered condition by her parents. Even when she was going through hardships, she was like the moon surrounded by stars, and was born to enjoy happiness.

As a result, she was unfortunately caught by Sun Yan and worked as a maid for several years.

She is wronged!

This man's name was Murong Xiaoxiong, and as his name suggests, he was indeed a hero of his generation.

Born in a level seven city, he led the entire family to rise with his own strength, and deserves the title of "hero".

He has three sons and one daughter, so the sons are grass and the daughters are treasures.

Now, my daughter is crying, and she looks very sad. It is obvious that she has suffered a lot of injustice in the past few years.

Murong Xiong looked at Sun Yan and others with murderous intent in his eyes.

Sun Yan looked innocent.

Have you done anything excessive?

She was just a hostage, and they never restricted Murong Ya's freedom. They just asked her to do some odd jobs, work eight hours a day, have two days off a week, and get spirit stones. Her life was much better than that of a poor worker... Why was she crying?

I really don’t understand what kind of people Sun and Yan were in their two lives.

Perhaps, only Duan Rong could understand a little bit, but she couldn't empathize with him.

This may be the difference between people...