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Chapter 413 A person can also represent the human race(2/2)

"The two countries are fighting, but they have not yet killed the envoys, but what did they do? Not only did they not report to the superiors, but they even killed the messenger and threw it into the Ten Thousand Beast Garden, allowing the human soldiers to die at the mouth of the Ten Thousand Beasts. Do you do this, have you never thought that if you serve as messengers one day in the future, will you be convinced?"

All the powerful men of the gods looked at each other, their expressions turned pale.

Even in this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with helplessness and shame.

If it weren't for Yang Wenjun's righteous medicine, perhaps all the soldiers of the Xiaowei Camp would never wake up again without Yang Wenjun's righteous medicine, and even they had almost no chance of getting away from the Poison Demon Valley.

How courage does that have to be able to do such a thing?

Without comparison, there is no harm.

If you just want to discard one or two alien corpses on weekdays, it wouldn’t be anything?

But Yang Wenjun just gave everyone such a big gift, and turned around and came to the gods. What kind of thing happened to everyone in the future?

Now, Zhan Guxing even just wants to find a place where no one is hiding, and never wants to see these bastards who have no effect at all.

One by one, what kind of thing are they?

Walking in the yellow sand, Zhuo Junlin felt very uncomfortable.

At this time, Yang Wenjun and Leng Qiuyue followed their side from left to right. Even though Zhuo Junlin's thick-skinned face was, they could not help feeling uncomfortable all over.

Especially now, everyone's eyes seemed to be full of weirdness, which made Zhuo Junlin almost crazy.

Don’t you know that if you look at me like this, I will actually feel embarrassed?

Even at some times, I really don’t think about it. This kind of blessing is really hard to endure!

Along the way, Zhuo Junlin felt that he was about to go crazy.

Especially this extremely depressing aura made Zhuo Junlin feel that time passes so slowly.

God, don't play like this, okay? It's really hard to get mixed up with these two women, but I can't escape. If I leave, it's really possible that their posture will be choked, and I will definitely not be able to hold it back then.

I don’t know how far I have walked, and even they don’t know how long they have walked. But along the way, everyone seems to feel invisible pressure.

"Don't send me again!" Yang Wenjun sighed: "If you send me again, you will send me directly back to the Human Clan Camp. There are still many old acquaintances there. If you really want to go back, it will not be easy to find an opportunity to leave. Even after the last battle, many people have become close to each other and have long wanted to find an opportunity to compete with you."

"There is a fight?" Zhuo Ziyi's eyes lit up: "This is good."

Everyone couldn't help but cover their foreheads with their hands.

We don't know this silly girl.

"Let me give it to you!" Leng Qiuyue sighed.

"We each have what we have to do, so why should we be so charming?" Yang Wenjun shook his head and smiled bitterly: "When the human race overcomes this difficulty, we will naturally have time to gather in the future."

"But,,,,,,,," Leng Qiuyue wanted to say something but stopped talking.

"Be careful." Zhuo Jun sighed on his deathbed: "Don't work too hard."

"Hahaha,,,,,,," Yang Wenjun laughed a long time, but his body had turned into a stream of light and quickly left. Yang Wenjun's voice came from the air: "You all should be careful, this battlefield of gods and demons is not as terrifying as the world. Many things are more terrifying than what we see."

Looking at Yang Wenjun's gradually disappearing figure, everyone's heart was filled with no reason.

This woman is still the same age as all of us!

But on her shoulders, she was carrying too many heavy things. Even some heavy things were so hard that they could not breathe when they thought about it.

"Senior Sister has carried too much after all, and she is very tired of living." Leng Qiuyue sighed softly: "I have never conquered anyone in this life. But I have to say that Senior Sister Yang is indeed a respectable person. Even though she knows that the future is difficult, she has never given up. Even as long as she is here, everyone in the human race will not lose hope."

"Yes, Senior Sister Yang is indeed hope." Zhuo Junlin nodded dullly.

At this moment, my heart was inexplicably sore.

Perhaps, what we have to do now is to follow her footsteps and move forward in this turbid world. Even if the road ahead cannot see any direction, as long as the hope in our hearts is not shattered, then hope will always be there, and the road ahead will never be cut off, and it will also guide the direction for later generations.

"Then what are we doing now?" Zhuo Ziyi's eyes were red: "Now Maoer and Bai Yingxue are still in the Poison Demon Valley, but the blood hatred has to be avenged. When Brother Dahu, you are not here, Maoer has always followed me. In any case, the blood debt of the demon clan has always been paid back."

"Yes, this hatred must be taken back." Leng Qiuyue looked at Zhuo Junlin: "Maoer became like this to save you. If this blood hatred cannot be returned, I will never give up."

The other people also rubbed their fists one by one, their faces full of chill.

Over the years, although Bai Yingying has only appeared as a kitten the size of a palm, everyone has regarded the cat as a part of their group. The emotions for that cat are not much less than Zhuo Junlin, and the cat suffered a heavy blow to save Zhuo Junlin. Who can easily let go of such a blood feud?

"Revenge?" Zhuo Junlin murmured to himself, but finally shook his head: "Why is it just avenge?"

"Brother Dahu, you,,,,,,,"

"How can I eliminate the hatred in my heart just by taking revenge?" Zhuo Junlin's eyes were full of chills: "How can the matter of Maoer be stopped just by taking revenge? I said that the entire demon race would pay the price. Do you all think it's just a talk?"

As he spoke, Zhuo Junlin's eyes gradually became red: "The demons, perhaps they should not exist in this world."

"So it's you." A low voice sounded, as if a hint of surprise: "I thought it was Yang Wenjun, but it turned out to be you."

A low voice sounded in the void, but in the sound, there was a thunderous momentum coming towards us. Even if it was just a word, it was enough to make everyone feel frightened.

Even the powerful power emitted by the other party seemed to be many times stronger than Zhan Guxing. In this sentence, even though they had already gained a lot of attention now, they still couldn't help feeling dizzy at this moment,

"Who?" Zhuo Junlin's face darkened, as if he was facing a great enemy.

The sixth son of Ling Zheng hurriedly formed a formation and each pulled out his own weapons.

At this time, no matter how confident they are, they know that they have encountered an extremely powerful enemy.

The other party could approach himself and others without knowing it. Moreover, from what the other party said, he had already stared at Yang Wenjun for many days but had not let Yang Wenjun realize it. Such a method itself was a bit incredible.

Moreover, in just one word, everyone was dizzy and excited. Such cultivation could never be something that any of them could resist.

A man in black strides out in the void, without any spiritual power fluctuations. But when he saw everyone, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Hahaha, I really searched for it without any effort. It seems that my luck today is really good. Not only did I find the culprit who alarmed the creatures in the blood pool, but I also saw so many fresh and delicious blood foods. God is really open to my eyes and treat me well!"

"Who are you?" Zhuo Junlin felt as if he was facing a great enemy, his eyes were full of solemnity.

On the other party, there seemed to be a faint smell of disgusting blood. I originally thought that the bloody smell on the blood demon was disgusting enough. However, on the person who came, the bloody smell was even more intense. Even if Zhuo Junlin just smelled it, he felt nauseous,...
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