Speaking of this, he suddenly knelt down and bowed and said, "If you don't leave for a day, the more miserable the endgame will be for us and other mortals."

As he bowed down, countless people on both sides of Kanling Town all bowed down to the ground.

At first glance, the figure was low and Su Xiang could not help but feel a sense of shock when he saw this momentum.

"In the endgame, the blood sacrifice of two hundred and forty children may be able to calm down the wrath of God."

"But if you can't stop and continue like this, it will not be the result that Kanling Town can bear."

The white-haired old man raised his head, his forehead covered with dust, and his eyes were pleading, and he said, "Sir, please leave."

Qingyuan pursed his lips, with the iron rod closed, and fell into his sleeves. The ancient mirror fell into his chest, and his glory was restrained. He had not spoken for a long time, and his eyes slowly swept across the sides of the strait.

In the crowd, Kiyohara saw many awe, many pleadings, and disappointment, but most people also had many indifference and alienation... and even resentment.

"resentment?"

Qingyuan was silent for a moment, sighed, and turned around and left.

Su Xiang glanced at everyone on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, his face was not very good-looking, and he left with his sleeves.

"Has Kanling Town... been enslaved to the core?"
Chapter completed!