The purple-black tentacles pulled up the mechanical wheel, like towering seaweeds, dragging the mechanical wheel downwards. Su Mingan immediately turned on the [Jet Mode], and white steam puffed downwards, and the entire mechanical wheel

The disc explodes with maximum horsepower and reaches a crazy height.

Under Xiao Jingsan's command, the aliens frantically raised their tentacles, trying to keep Su Ming'an alive. Su Ming'an's vision was completely blocked by purple-black tentacles, and the mechanical roulette wheel seemed to be struggling in a vine forest, swaying left and right.

"Brother, the sinking force is too strong! I can't raise the height!" Mo Yan cut off a few tentacles and found that the height of the mechanical wheel had not been raised at all.

The tentacles pull down.

Yi Zhongyu also kept using talismans to blow up these tentacles, but there were too many of them. Xiao Jingsan had prepared for this day for too long and did not allow Su Mingan to escape.

"Brother, push me down! This roulette wheel is overloaded. One less person can fly higher!" Mo Yan cut off one of the tentacles and shouted back.

He didn't take the initiative to jump down. He was worried that his elder brother would save him and waste time. He could only hope that his elder brother would push him down.

"..." Su Mingan held the sword of Arman, which was as sharp as clay, and kept cutting off the tentacles. He used the floating cannon to explode once, but there were too many tentacles, and one wave after another. Several tentacles passed by.

Blood was flowing out of his arms.

"Brother!" Mo Yan shouted again, seeming to urge Su Ming'an to make a decision.

Su Mingan was silent, his eyes jumped over the many tentacles and looked at Xiao Jingsan.

"Look, what Li Mingyue said back then was right."

Xiao Jingsan's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and the blood-stained Su Ming'an was reflected in the dark pupils, and his expression looked a bit sad: "Shao Qing, being locked in a high tower and bleeding - is this the luckiest ending for you?"

Su Ming'an was speechless. He stretched out his hand to grab Mo Yan, who was about to fall, and said calmly: "I don't believe in the ending, nor do I believe in the 'luckiest' thing."

Xiao Jingsan looked at Su Ming'an and suddenly thought of the former eldest prince Su Shaoqing.

...these two people are so similar.

Proud, burning, solemn, devoted to the people, and full of feelings of helping the world.

Holding the hand of the palace maid, reading a book under the vermilion palace wall, with a child-like longing, one thought is like a day.

Holding the white fox in my arms, I wrote the policies for the country and the people in front of the wax lamp. With the most sincere ideals, I wrote all night long.

But the eldest prince didn’t know that there were not only great men and ordinary people in this world. Some ideals could not be realized without continuous hard work. Those expectations and things written by his own hands were all turned into ashes in the corners of the palace wall, and he also became

A pile of burnt wax torches stood between the bronze stands.

Before the tears dry, the person has passed away.

He seemed to see the eldest prince again, a more idealistic eldest prince.

A hopeless idealist.
Chapter completed!