In fifty years, young people and children have not had a single conversation.

In fifty years, the young man's sword destroyed countless ghosts...but every time the ghosts died, they would reunite. They could not be killed, because this was a dream.

Loneliness, exhaustion, numbness to killing...the child's eyes gradually showed courage and coldness.

"I don't know if I have the intention to defy heaven and conquer the world at this moment... I don't know if I may kill my love at this moment!" The child's tone was childish, but his expression was as cold as a murderous god!

Then, fifty years of killings and broken dreams!

...

On the ninth floor of the Underworld Tomb, in the world in the heart of the tree, Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes, with a hint of exhaustion and vicissitudes in his eyes.

In the outside world, it was just one night, but in the dream, it was really fifty years of loneliness and killing.

He closed his eyes and calmed down his mind for a long time. When he opened his eyes, he swept away the fatigue and vicissitudes of life, but his eyes were completely different from those before entering the underworld tomb!

The state of mind has been improved for fifty years!

However, he was not happy at all, only sighed.

"It's not enough... I don't have the heart to go against the will of heaven and conquer the world... So, if I don't cut off my feelings, I can't form a pill! But I, I won't cut off my feelings!"
Chapter completed!