Yuanshin: The Eye of God Lights Up Again

Sara breathed a sigh of relief, she intentionally controlled the explosion of the arrow within a certain range.

It can cause a coma without causing serious injuries.

"I will apologize to you..."

"I will apologize to you..."

"Yes...I can accept any punishment."

"But you must follow me back."

"Even if... just hurt you like this."

Sara muttered, but saw a flame appear in the explosion covered in purple.

Shan Luo suddenly stopped talking and was about to run towards the center of the thunder light.

She didn't know where the flames came from, but she knew that the collision of the fire element and the thunder element would be a more violent explosion.

—Mu Xian is he desperate? !

Thoughts just flashed in Jiujo Shaluo's mind for a moment, and then a more violent explosion engulfed Shaluo.

Sara, who was blown up by the air wave and landed on the ground, rolled a few times, feeling pain like bone cracks all over her body.

Jiujo Shaluo didn't care about his injuries, but immediately looked in the direction of the explosion.

After all, he had suffered such severe injuries, so what about Mu Xian who was at the very center of the explosion?

The aftermath of the overload explosion gradually dissipated, but Sara did not see the expected figure.

The icy raindrops fell on his body, and Sara, who felt the icy cold, heard the humming sound of the sword.

The blade of the Wufeng Sword fell into sight, and moving along the blade, Shaluo saw Muxian standing next to him.

Although the previous explosion damaged Mu Xian's clothes, the damage was not enough to hurt Mu Xian.

- are you all right?

"It's fine."

Sara did not despair because of the gap in strength, but he was relieved in his heart.

Sara stood up from the ground with his hands propped on his knees, his whole body seemed to be able to hear the creaking sound of the bones.

The brewing thunder flashed again in the rainy night, but it was undoubtedly much dimmer than before.

This time the thunder light did not descend, Mu Xian just pushed lightly, and overthrew Jiutiao Shaluo to the ground again.

Sara wanted to struggle to stand up from the ground, but his whole body lay on the ground as if he couldn't control himself.

"It's not very interesting."

Mu Xian said: "I always feel that the so-called duel is like a child's play."

"It seems to be thinking about it. You have always held such naive ideas."

Mu Xian's chuckle restrained, and his eyes gradually became indifferent: "I seem to have told you that everything has a price."

"Since you made that kind of decision when you first saw the hunting order, you have to know what you should sacrifice..."

"Perhaps you can make Daozuma's people accept the shogunate again through your own efforts, but it is also destined that I will never have anything to do with the shogunate again."

"No, it should be said that the entire rice wife has nothing to do with me."

"After all, you and the General taught me the same thing..."

The corner of Mu Xian's mouth raised, but he quickly suppressed it.

"That's the cold blood of people who have nothing to do with it."

The Wufeng sword in his hand was inserted into the soil, together with the wide sleeves on Jiutiao Shaluo's body.

Mu Xian held up the umbrella again, and his eyes had already moved away from Shaluo.

Jiujo Saluo watched Mu Xian look away, this time she felt some truth.

It's like the arrow that was supposed to hit has no bull's-eye, like the sun that should have risen no longer rises, like the surrounding air suddenly disappears...

A sense of suffocation surrounds Jiujo Sharo, and Sharo only feels the darkness in front of him, and the only light spot in the darkness is gradually disappearing. For the first time, this general feels unconfident.

—How could he say something that the rice wives had nothing to do with him?

—Obviously it wasn’t like this before, he used to be like that...

—I...it seems that I can't bring him back.

There was only panic in Sara's heart now, and the panic made her desperately pull on the sleeves pinned by the Wufeng sword. It was the first time that she hated this strong general's clothing so much after being seriously injured.

"Everything can go back...everything will definitely go back!"

As if deceiving himself and others, Jiutiao Shaluo chanted these words, but his eyes kept staring at Muxian in the distance.

"Don't go..."

"do not go..."

"It's been decided that it can't be the same as before..."

"I have already decided that what I see should not be the back..."

"My lord servant!!!"

Boom!

The sound of thunder covered up the shouting behind him, and the light of thunder in the distance made Mu Xian stop.

At this time, the traveler followed, and Paimon was flying over Kong's head holding the open umbrella.

Mu Xian looked at Paimeng who was helping to block the rain with a serious face, and then quickly looked away.

"I thought you were kind enough to help that shogun get up."

There was a bit of yin and yang in the words, and Mu Xian was not in a good mood at the moment.

"But forget it, you can take Zaoyou to Inaozuma City first."

As Mu Xian spoke, he looked towards the plain in the distance.

As the body of the blond boy beside him gradually faded, on the plain in the distance, rice wife soldiers appeared one by one.

The leading figure was wearing a cloak, and looked extraordinarily fierce in the rainy night.

Mu Xian remembered that it was also such a heavy rain that night, but what he was holding in his hand was not the Wufeng Sword.

Chapter 100 Saying goodbye to the mother who should say goodbye

Fleur doesn't like rainy days very much.

When it rains, I always make myself look uneasy.

"lady."

The Daozuma soldier next to him spoke respectfully. He had seen with his own eyes how Fulei dealt with the Golden King Beast with one blow.

"The thief who stole the general's belongings seems to be with him."

For some reason, Fleur suddenly felt a little displeased when she heard what Daozuma soldier said.

"I don't need you to tell me what I can see with my own eyes."

Soldier Inazuma wanted to say something more, but found that Fleur had already looked away.

Fu Lei's eyes fell on Mu Xian in the distance, but she saw that Mu Xian was holding the square memory container in his hand.

But that container no longer shimmers, as if...

Fleur's pupils trembled slightly, and she remembered that General Thunder had mentioned to herself about the container back then.

"Although the memory is incomplete, I will definitely find other lost memories."

"As for whether it's safe to put it in a container..."

"Don't worry, the memories of the same person will merge."

"For two different people, memories are mutually exclusive."

A certain guess appeared in Fu Lei's mind, and Fu Lei seemed to recall what happened that night in Yingxiangshan.

Fleur held her own sword hilt at a loss, but the sword hilt that used to give her a sense of security seemed extremely cold at this moment.

She wanted to look away, but her body stared at Mu Xian in the distance as if uncontrollably.

Move your feet, step by step...

"lady?"

"Ma'am, what are you doing?"

The voice of Dao Wife's soldiers turned a deaf ear, Fu Lei even drew her sword and pointed at those who blocked her from looking at Mu Xian.

The aura cultivated over the years was like a blade that split the Inazuma soldiers blocking in front of her, and Fleur saw the figure in the distance again.

This time, Fleur walked quickly, she was afraid that someone would stop her again.

But soon, Fleur stopped.

She saw another person standing next to Mu Xian.

Fleur had been on her ship, captain of the Dead Omen.

Apart from the captain, Fleur also saw other people on board, even the sailor who impatiently shouted to himself to get on board.

The number of those people is even comparable to the rice wife soldiers who appeared here!

Arms in hand, they stare at the Inazuma soldiers...and themselves.

—Wait, why are you staring at me like that?

Fu Lei was a little dazed, she turned her head to look at Mu Xian, trying to see the answer from Mu Xian's eyes.

But what Fu Lei saw was the indifference in Mu Xian's eyes.

After the indifference, it was the averted gaze.

— Moved... moved away?