"Chu Mu! Come back!" Jie Ye screamed heart-wrenchingly.
He rushed forward, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.
"Chu Mu! Wife! Come back!"
This grown man, who always had an arrogant expression, was now crying with tears and snot.
Chu Mu's nose was a little sour for the first time: "Don't be sad, you will soon forget me..."
Before being swallowed by the cracked space, Chu Mu smiled at Jie Ye for some unknown reason: "Silly guy, I hope you will live a long life!"
puff.
Like the sound of bubbles being popped.
Chu Mu disappeared.
He disappeared in front of Jie Ye.
Jie also fell to his knees with a thud, as if his soul had been sucked out of him.
"It's painful, isn't it?" The masked man laughed, his laughter full of malice, "Fan Ji, this is what you deserve!"
He walked to the last remaining crack in space and broke it open with his bare hands: "The next plane is my home turf. Whether it's Brahma or Chu Mu, they will all be mine."
call out--
A blue light flashed, and the masked man collapsed to the ground. The mask spun around and rolled to Jie Ye's feet.
Jie also looked at the corpse that suddenly lost its life in silence.
The other person's face was exactly the same dead expression as his.
Of course, the facial features are exactly the same.
"This is—me?"
Jie Ye held the jade pendant left to him by Chu Mu in one hand and clenched his fist tightly with the other.
"Amitabha--"
Familiar Buddhist chants rang out behind him. Jie Ye seemed to have grasped the last straw and rushed over to grab Tian Yuan's monk robe: "Monk! Take me to see Chu Mu!"
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