The girl stretched out her hand toward him, as if speaking to a close elder and said warmly: "Little uncle, I'm here to take you home."

Luo Yunxiao moved her lips, and the light in her red pupils flickered.

The hand holding the natal sword had veins popping up on the back of the hand.

He should kill this man immediately.

But one picture after another began to flash through his mind.

Taught seven people to practice in Xiaoyaomen.

Drinking and singing in the Academy of Stars.

A bloody battle on the floating island.

"Little Master Uncle, what is your true identity? Do you have any powerful enemies? What is your past? We don't care about any of this. We only know that you are the Little Master Uncle to all of us and a member of our Xiaoyao Sect.

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"We can't wait to tell the whole world that you are a member of our Xiaoyao Sect and the junior uncle of our Seventh Son of Xiaoyao."

"If there is an afterlife, I hope to hear you call me little master uncle again."

Floating on an offshore island, by the Bohai Sea, the old laughter and laughter faded away, leaving him alone in the world.

He heard himself calling over and over again on the beach.

"Jun Muyan, are you still alive? If you are alive, can you give me a shout?"

"Yun Ruohan, Qin Jiu, Chu Moli, Leng Yumo, Ling Yusheng, Lan Luoyu... would you like to come back?"

One voice after another, over and over again.

Until the voice is hoarse and the blood is cold.

Until he completely realized that he had really lost the only treasure he had in the world, and there was no way back from now on.

One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon.

From then on, Luo Yunxiao could not go back.

But at this moment, there were seven people who did not hesitate to repeat the scene from that year, bumping into his sword one after another, and risking their lives one after another.

Just to tell him: Uncle Master, we are still alive, Xiaoyao Sect still exists in this world.

We have been waiting for you, waiting for you to come home.

Luo Yunxiao suddenly knelt down and hugged his head.

When he raised his head again, a pair of red eyes were filled with shocking waves, and he said hoarsely: "Muyan..."

"Little uncle!"

Muyan couldn't hold it back any longer and burst into tears, "Little Master Uncle, are you back?"

Luo Yunxiao suddenly clenched the sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and said: "Kill me!"

"No!!"

Luo Yunxiao raised his head and looked at her, and said word by word: "I and the half-soul of Destruction have been completely fused together. If you don't kill me, the curse of the Yongye Holy Emperor will not stop, and the Yanwu Continent will still be destroyed."

He paused, and his cold voice was tainted with a hint of tenderness: "Muyan, you are the Dao of Heaven now, you should know how to choose."

Muyan shook her head without hesitation: "There will definitely be other ways to lift the curse of the Eternal Night Holy Emperor."

Her voice trembled and she prayed: "Uncle Master, we risked our lives to regain your sanity. Please don't give up so quickly."

Everyone in Xiaoyao Sect has the fire of star nirvana planted in their bodies. As long as Muyan is still alive, they have a high chance of surviving.

But Luo Yunxiao is different.

To stop the curse of the Holy Emperor of Eternal Night, both body and soul must be destroyed. That is a destruction that leaves no chance of life and does not even have the chance of reincarnation.

The Seven Xiaoyaos had just brought their little uncle home, how could they allow him to die like that?
Chapter completed!