I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Pushing open the shadow gate in front of him, Kuang San stood on the land of Xindu again.

She cared a little bit about Xinggong Liugui's words.

Holding hands by Kuangsan, the Xinggong Liushou set foot on the ground for the first time in a long time.

A world imprisoned by gravity, a world above ground that is so noisy that it is disgusting and not worth nostalgia for.

But it doesn't matter, she just came to fulfill her obligation as a wife.

Pa, his feet went limp, Xinggong Liuxi almost fell to the ground.

Kuang San watched the girl stagger and hurriedly hugged her, letting her half lean in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Liu'er has been walking around for a long time." Xinggong Liugu clutched Kuangsan's chest, and suddenly raised his hair lovingly, dusting it lightly.

Indeed...Liu Gu has not traveled for a long time.

And this can drag a long length of hair down to the ground, which is really inconvenient on the ground.

Kuangsan stretched out his hand to help Xinggong Liukui to brush his hair, but suddenly felt as if someone was watching him, the uneasy premonition that rose from the bottom of his heart made Kuangsan frowned deeply.

"I found a strong negative spiritual wave reaction." Wuhe Shiori's nervous voice came from the earphone.

Demon King?

Kuang San instantly understood, DEM's attack was really quick.

But she has no fear at this time, and the most difficult sixth elf is now lying in her arms obediently.

At the same time, wearing the devil's dress, she is confident that she can beat anyone down.

"Where is it?" Kurumi asked Wuhe Shizhi, comforting Xinggong Liukui in his arms.

"It's on...your head." Hesitantly, Wuhe Shiori added. "And... two."

Kurumi raised his head and frowned uncontrollably.

The sky, which was still clear and clear just now, suddenly became gloomy.

Moreover, the sky and clouds seemed to be stirred by invisible hands, forming strange vortices at an extraordinary speed.

Kuangsan grabbed the shoulder of Xinggong Liugu, pointed to the Chaojiuwutang not far away, and said in a hurry.

"That's my home. You just need to report my name, and someone will entertain you."

"Kuangsan's home..." Xinggong Liukui repeated while hugging her hair.

"Sorry, I have something to deal with right now. Liu Gu will wait for me for a while, and it will be fine in a while." The disaster warning has already sounded around, and Kuang San stepped on the ground lightly, and the whole person took off.

Looking up at Kuang San's voice getting smaller and smaller, Xinggong Liugui waved her hand, summoned a huge key from the void and held it in her arms, she chased Kuang San.

In the sky that had been clear until just now, gray-black cumulus clouds swirled continuously.

The raging wind blew up, shaking the trees and making the sound of crunching and breaking.

The closer it was to the cloud, the howling wind would make Kuang San's skin ache.

Even though he was wearing the Demon King's formal attire, his delicate skin was already in pain like being cut by a knife.

The same negative wave of spiritual power broke away, and the black and red domain painted the sky into the color of the shadows, and Kuang San suddenly passed through the clouds.

In the middle of the blustery sky, she saw two vague, human-like figures.

With an ominous premonition in his heart, Kuang San saw the two figures clearly.

As if being strangled by the neck, Kuang San suddenly felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, and locked onto the figure tightly.

"DEM...you, how dare you!?"

There was a needle-like pain in his head, because one of the people floating there quietly was the figure of Shanda Sahe, Kuangsan's best friend.

"Kuang San..." Youyuan's icy voice, Shan Dasha and almost naked standing in the wind, with several black chains wrapped around his body, which can cover his vitals.

"Kuang San...is mine."

She stared straight behind Kurumi, where the blond girl holding the huge key had just appeared.

Chapter 47 World Destroyer Red Dragon 【Add】

The platinum battleship galloping in the sky, suspended there as if it didn't exist because of the powerful random domain.

Sitting on the bridge of the platinum battleship, Allen sighed softly.

The figure in the air, like a dark demon king, is getting closer and closer to the incomparable pure white monster in memory.

"Have you finished collecting?" Tapping the cabin seat with his fingertips, Allen looked at Isaac in the hall.

The man looked at the dark red anti-spiritual crystal of the device, and his rust-colored sharp eyes seemed to be shining.

"Just a little bit... just the last bit."

"That's really helpless." Allen slowly got up, and the secretary-like skirt on his body was replaced by an unusually exposed tactical display unit in the blink of an eye.

"You may have to walk the rest of the way by yourself." With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Allen stepped off the high seat and approached the edge of the air battleship.

The platinum metal turned into a transparent glass after a burst of blue light. She stretched out her hand and touched the wall lightly, her body perception expanded.

As if sinking into the vast sea of ​​sky, she clearly captured the time and spiritual power that were disordered by Kuang San's rage on the battlefield.