"Just..." I suddenly thought, "Since you have wisdom, you may rebel against your original mission and become completely different from the original."

"It has nothing to do with us, nor is it good for humanity."

"Too."

Above the field, clusters of yellow and green weeds were mixed with several wild rye plants. I don’t know who left it on this land and had strong ears.

The heat between heaven and earth gradually changed from infinite vitality to dying, becoming a kind of decay after satisfaction, and summer is about to end soon.

At this time, the spiral collector who called himself Ashibo walked step by step to the Namcuotian Lake in Tibet, looking at the endless water and the golden waves in the water at dusk.

Behind him was a large number of TPC surveillance personnel.

"The will distorts nature, and hope makes up the soul."

Uncover the truth that all false imposed on sentient beings, no longer bear it in the dark abyss of the vast universe, and give yourself to the mystery that appears in Shura.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm already dead and can't do anything. And you may be able to climb to a higher place."

He bent down and smiled, but his eyes fell on a higher place than the mountain and a more distant area than the sky.

The bright stars in the southeast vortex are flashing.

In the end, he seemed to be unable to hold on, and lay on the ground, curling his hands and feet like a fetus.

The people behind him widened their eyes and rushed forward.

The man's clothes were broken by the sudden birth of armor-like scales and back, and his eyes gradually moved toward his head. His hands fell to the ground, like feet.

A fish with feet.

It seems that life that originally came from the sea and was about to climb to land.

Just in the waves of Tianhu, the moist and shiny whole body was exposed.

It originally supported it with four feet and did not want to fall, but in the end it was no longer power left, so it let go of its four feet, slipped on the beach, splashing water, and finally fell into the water abyss along the dusk-colored tide, and then disappeared.

So the last quiet night came in the roar of the cold wind in dusk, and the blood-stained darkness was about to kick off the carnival.
Chapter completed!