Maybe I won't blame myself for losing.

After all, I just fought with the "warrior Chen Qiu" and had a back and forth. However, when facing the "ghosts and gods Chen Qiu", I was defeated by one move, just like the Tianlist of the Tianbang that night, which was beaten to death by Ren Hao with one punch.

It’s not that they are not strong enough.

It’s just that the opponent is too powerful, and when the force gap is so big, even Zhang Chu will not feel any worries or anger in his heart.

You will be angry at your old enemy who is a warrior, but you will not be angry at a god.

Because you knew from the beginning that you were different from God.

It is common sense to dare to provoke and be crushed.

"Ahem, I lost again."

Zhang Chu lay in Zhang Lan's arms, lingering in the blood, and he looked at the dark night above his head.

Tonight is not a good day, with clouds and no stars, and the flames around it are dissipating, so there is only a silence of darkness in Zhang Chu's eyes.

There is still fire on him.

The Thousand-year-old Holy Fire has been out of control.

But they were all gathered in Zhang Chu's body. The flame that burned everything quickly lost control, steamed the blood in Zhang Chu's body from room temperature to almost boiling.

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It seemed that he was to burn him from the inside to the outside until the firewood that supported them was completely burned out.

Zhang Chu's soul will also be integrated into the holy fire, which is the fate of every user of the holy fire. Even Chen Qiu and Zhang Moye cannot change this.

After touching the first holy fire, Zhang Chu's soul could no longer be drawn into the sword jade in normalcy, unless it was made by some special means.

"I want you to survive, bastard, you did such an excessive thing to me, I haven't taken revenge yet!"

At this last moment, Zhang Lan finally couldn't hold back his feelings. He hugged Zhang Chu, whose body temperature was burning, and shouted:

"You survive! Xuanyu's child and I haven't called you yet. My father is still waiting for us in Kunlun Mountain. How do you ask me to see him?

How could you give me the attitude to see him?

Zhang Chu, bastard, aren’t you very good at fighting?

You come back to life!"

Chen Qiu had never seen Zhang Lan so disobedient. Even when Zhang Lan was at its worst, he always had the smile on his face that he deserved to be beaten, but at this moment, he collapsed.

After all, it is a shackle of blood, and no one can escape from this shackle.

Zhang Lan's roar also changed Yu Wuming's face a little. He has been familiar with Zhang Lan since he was a child, but he has never seen her. Zhang Lan, who has always been unruly, will lose control to this extent.

Perhaps, it was not myself who suffered the biggest blow because of Brother Zhang’s death.

"Xiao Lan, listen to me."

Zhang Chu's consciousness was a little blurred at this time. The holy fire was burning everything, just like a whirlpool, trying to incorporate his soul into it and turn it into a part of the flame.

There is not much time left for him.

He tried hard to open his eyes and said to Zhang Lan, who was crying:

"Brother, I am seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence. If I cannot win, dying is also a kind of decent attitude. You were right before, I knew that, but I have been avoiding and not wanting to face it.

I have a third regret.

I also want to be like Chen Qiu, with so many friends around me, and I also want you and Wuming to stay with me. Uncle Beihan has always been with me, and the little king said it well.

I'm a lonely guy.

After I left in vain, I was even afraid of the dark, and that was my fault and deserved.”

Having said that, Zhang Chu's strange-colored pupils moved outward and placed them on You Wuming. He looked at the thin and silent boy in front of him with the last moment.

After a few months of sight, Wuming seemed to have gotten rid of the malnutrition state. He went from being thinner to being stronger, and his original abnormal skin and bones became a little stronger.

There seemed to be some flesh on my face.

very good.

Zhang Chu thought to himself that it seemed that Fan Qingqing treated Wuming well and did not let him suffer.

By chance, I did something good.

Perhaps, this is the destination that Wuming should have.

The world in front of Zhang Chu became blurred, as if there was a flame burning in front of him, making the scenery under the night twisted.

In that unreal halo, he seemed to see Uncle Beihan.

He floated in the air, looking at the dying Zhang Chu with a sad look.

OK.

A smile appeared on the national teacher's pale face, which was about to be ignited.

OK.

All are back.

The people I care about have all come back, they have all come to see them off, and friends and relatives have come to see them off.

There are three people in total.
Chapter completed!