"Our people ahead are fighting against the enemy. If you want to die, go there and die, kill the gods and people's hometown! It's enough to have me alone here!"

Su Chang shook a few times and almost fell.

Zhou Shusheng's words are not unreasonable. In the battle of the Dark Capital, all the elites are revealed, which is related to the life and death of the mainland.

That battle is obviously more important than it is now.

Now that we have reached the predetermined position, we can complete the task by just detonating the bomb. Why do we have to save one more life if we sacrifice a person?

Bang!

Before Su Chang could figure it out, Zhou Shusheng slapped Su Chang in the face and completely woke up the impulsive young man.

Zhou Shusheng didn't want to do this, but his keen hearing had already discovered that the people of the gods were chasing him!

"If you don't leave, I will die in front of you." Zhou Shusheng gritted his teeth, and the scimitar flashed and was placing it around his neck.

"I never joke." Zhou Shusheng said coldly, beating each other to death, there was no way. He really couldn't bear to see the young Su Chang buried with him.

"Grandpa Zhou!" Su Chang said urgently: "No, you must not!"

"Then you go!" Zhou Shusheng had made up his mind and his words were as firm as iron.

Su Chang stomped his feet hard, looked at Zhou Shusheng, and then looked at the dark passage.

"Grandpa Zhou, do you have anything to let me take it back?" Su Chang asked with tears in his eyes.

Zhou Shusheng smiled slightly, "Tell me your daughter and let her live well."

"Go quickly!" Zhou Shusheng kicked Su Chang's butt, with great strength. Su Chang fell forward dozens of meters and disappeared into the darkness.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Don't cry! Why are you crying?"

"You should go to the front line to kill the enemy! What a good man to cry here!"

Su Chang strode forward, running while cursing himself, and tears fell behind him.

Zhou Shusheng sat on the ground, holding the bomb in his arms.

The voices of the gods and people in the distance were getting closer and closer, and he suddenly felt an unprecedented relaxation, and his expression seemed very natural.

He seemed to hear his wife who had been dead for many years calling his name.

What a familiar voice, a sense of intimacy arises naturally.

He smiled with a bright curve at the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Shusheng has never smiled a few times in his life, and no one knows that at the moment before his death, the desert war god, who had always been as cold as a sand dune, would have a smile on his face.
Chapter completed!