"Zillo." Ye Tian only said these two words.

these two words contain thousands of words.

"master, I, the next life." Ziluo's voice gradually weakened, and eventually could not be heard. Her body slowly scattered into a bright crystal like morning dew.

"no..." The immobilization skill on the body is removed, and ye Tian rushes to the dewdrop that gradually floats into the night sky. It is the air of nothingness to grasp the dewdrops one by one.

Ye Tian looks at the sadness with the magic edge turned into dew, and becomes conscious in a trance. He feels the white hand of the sadness put on his shoulder again. He...