Chapter 5120 Guard at all costs (four) (seeking a ticket)

The girl stretched out her hand towards him, as if she was speaking gently to her dear elder: "Little Master, I'll take you home."

Luo Yunxiao moved his lips, and light flashed in his red pupils.

The hand holding the sword of life, the blue veins on the back of the hand burst out.

He should have killed this man right away.

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

Xiaoyaomen taught seven people to practice.

In the Star Academy, it is a song about wine.

Bloody battle on the floating island.

"What is your true identity, little uncle? Do you have a powerful enemy? What kind of past do you have? We don't care about these. We only know that you are the little uncle of all of us and a member of our Xiaoyaomen. ."

"We can't wait to tell the whole world that you are our Xiaoyaomen and the little uncle of our Xiaoyao Seven Sons."

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

On the floating island, on the bank of the Bohai Sea, the old laughter and laughter faded away, leaving him alone in the world.

He heard himself calling out over and over again by the sea.

"Jun Muyan, are you still alive? If you are alive, please answer me?"

"Yun Ruohan, Qin Jiu, Chu Moli, Leng Yumo, Ling Yusheng, Lan Luoyu... You guys, how about coming back?"

One after another, over and over again.

Until the voice is hoarse and the blood is cold.

Until he fully realized that he had really lost the only treasure he had in this world, and he would never return.

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

Since then, Luo Yunxiao has been unable to go back.

But at this moment, there were seven people who did not hesitate to repeat the scene of the year, hitting his sword one by one, and risking their own lives one by one.

Just to tell him: Little Shishu, we are still alive, and Xiaoyaomen still exists in this world.

We have been waiting for you all the time, waiting for you to come home.

Luo Yunxiao suddenly knelt down and hugged his head.

When he raised his head again, a pair of scarlet blood pupils were filled with shocking waves, and he said hoarsely, "Muyan..."

"Little Master Uncle!"

Mu Yan couldn't hold it any longer, tears bursting down the bank, "Little Shishu, are you back?"

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

"Do not!!"

Luo Yunxiao raised his head to look at her, and said word by word, "I have completely merged with the world-destroying half-soul. If you don't kill me, the curse of the Eternal Night Holy Emperor will not stop, and the Yanwu Continent will still be destroyed."

He paused for a while, and there was a hint of tenderness in his cold voice: "Muyan, you are the way of heaven now, you should know how to choose."

Mu Yan shook her head without hesitation: "There must be other ways to lift the curse of the Holy Emperor of Eternal Night, there must be."

With a trembling voice, she prayed: "Little Martial Uncle, everyone fought with their lives to regain your sanity, please don't give up so quickly."

Everyone in the Xiaoyao Sect has the seeds of nirvana of stars planted in their bodies. As long as Muyan is still alive, they have a high chance of being able to survive.

But Luo Yunxiao was different.

To stop the curse of the Holy Emperor of Eternal Night, the body and spirit must be destroyed.

The Seven Sons of Xiaoyao just brought their little uncle home, how could they allow him to die like that?

Luo Yunxiao closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a bit of helplessness on his face, "Why are you always so willful."