Chapter 1004
After finally taking care of everyone's injuries, Huang Wuye also passed out from exhaustion.

Xuan Mo, who was lying on the hospital bed, opened his eyes, and he had a feeling of being in a daze, looking at Huang Wuye who was sleeping on the chair.

Xuan Mo took out a piece of clothing and covered it for Huang Wuye.

He survived, and so did his junior brother!
"Boss! Boss will never die."

"master……"

"Master, where are you?"

At this time, among the vast ruins, there was not a single living Holy Spirit within a thousand li radius, yet a group of disciples were looking for it inch by inch.

But they just found some battle weapon fragments, and...

"It's the boss's clothes, definitely!"

Huang Wuye's clothes are all unique, as her trusted subordinates, they can tell at a glance.

"Boss's clothes are here, and there is no body. I'm sure Boss is absolutely fine!"

"But……"

And the worst result is that there will be no bones left!
"Little boss! Where are you, how can you die!"

The man did not flick his tears lightly, but at this moment they howled and burst into tears.

"Wooooow! We are late!"

"..."

They are all members of the Yehuang Mercenary Corps, and they developed from various places in Ningzhou. This time the demons attacked, too fast.

By the time they know it, this will be the case here.

After Huang Wuye woke up, although his face was still pale, he felt much better.

Xuan Mo cooked a bowl of porridge for Huang Wuye and brought it over, "Junior Brother! Are you feeling better?"

Huang Wuye said: "Yes! You also recovered very well."

Huang Wuye just drank something to pad his stomach, but Xuanwu ran over and said, "Boy! Hurry up! There are a group of boys crying for funerals! It feels like Yehuang Island is about to collapse."

"Weeping!" Huang Wuye was taken aback.

They came, they must have come.

Make them worry!
"I'm leaving for a while!"

"Junior brother, I will accompany you!"

In addition to the people from the Yehuang Mercenary Group, people from the Eastern Emperor Sect also came.

"Boom!" The Great Elder knelt down, holding Donghuang Wuji's short sword.

"Senior brother!"

"Great elder, it's just a dagger, no corpse, maybe the suzerain... maybe the suzerain is still alive."

"In that battle, I'm afraid even the bones don't exist! Let's take the broken sword back and build the Clothes Tomb... More... More, our Eastern Emperor Sect can't be without a master for a day..."

"If you want to talk about the candidate for the suzerain, it must be the great elder. After all, the successor of the suzerain, Mr. Xuanmo, is also the same..."

Before this person finished speaking, an abrupt voice came.

"Master isn't dead yet! Why are you crying? You're so ugly."

"Really, don't you all know that crying will damage the reputation of our Night Emperor Mercenary Corps?"

"and also……"

They stared at Huang Wuye with wide eyes, surprised, ecstatic, ecstatic.

One by one, they looked like stone statues and were scolded by Huang Wuye while pointing at their noses, but they still smirked.

"Everything is stupid to me, return the soul!"

"Yes!"

The people of the Eastern Emperor Sect were also stupid, that boy in white was Huang Wuye, absolutely right!

And the handsome man in black standing beside him, isn't Mr. Xuanmo?

Xuan Mo looked at the Great Elder and said, "Great Elder, Master is recovering from his injuries, so there is no need for the Clothes Tomb. As for the broken sword, I will take it back to Master later!"

Xuan Mo went to the Great Elder and took the broken sword away.

(End of this chapter)

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