"Zi Chen" seems to be becoming more and more clingy.
During the war with the demon world, even if the gods lost, he never took action.
He always sticks to her and will kiss and hug her whenever she disagrees.
Sang Yu didn't know why he became like this.
When she is annoyed, he always pretends to be pitiful.
He leaned into her arms aggrievedly and said, "Kiss me once, but not once."
But the lifespan of gods is infinite. As long as they do not perish, they can live for a long, long time until the end of the world.
In a battle between gods and demons, the demon king was cunning and the gods were besieged. They saw that the gods were about to lose their troops again.
Sang Yu glanced at "Zi Chen" who was indifferent.
If it were him in the past, he would never allow his fellow clan members to be injured.
What happened after so many years?
"Aren't you going?"
He looked at her, his eyelids drooping, like a poor puppy: "You know, my injury is not healed yet."
Sang Yu knew that his injury had indeed not healed.
But she knew that in the past, no matter how seriously injured Zi Chen was, he would still hold on.
She looked at him with a strange look in her eyes.
She stood up: "Then you have a good rest here, I'll go."
Watching her leave, "Zi Chen" opened his drooped eyelids slightly and looked at her back meaningfully.
Seeing her fighting with the Demon King, obviously at the bottom, he rubbed his fingers, his emotions slightly fluctuating.
Suddenly a black crow flew over the shoulder.
"If I were you, I would never go."
It's that annoying Su Ye again.
His tone seemed to be mocking.
"After all, respected Lord Tiandao, your power of Tiandao seems to be getting weaker and weaker."
Cang Yuan's eyes were condensed: "Shut up."
"Heh." The crow sneered, "What should I do? I can't close it."
"If you can't close it, pull out your tongue."
"Tsk, tsk." Crow continued to laugh, "Our Lord Tiandao is becoming more and more humane. This is not a good sign."
Cang Yuan waved his hand, trying to drive it away.
But the crow jumped directly from his shoulder to his head.
It was walking around in his head, so disgusting.
"Oops, although Sang Yu has become a goddess, her cultivation is still shallow. The demon king has lived for tens of thousands of years. After all, he is very powerful and cannot be defeated. What should I do?"
Cang Yuan's eyes changed slightly as he looked at Sang Yu, who was having an increasingly difficult time dealing with him.
The crow gloated: "Cang Yuan, why don't you beg me, beg me, and I'll help."
"You're dreaming."
Cang Yuan waved his sleeves lightly, and the crow above his head turned into powder and dispersed in the wind.
The demon king in front of me is indeed powerful, with at least 30,000 years of skill.
Sangyu couldn't defeat it for a while with just her divine power.
She was pushed back several meters by the demon king. Just when she was thinking about whether to sacrifice the lily of the valley on her waist, a hand held her down.
A figure passed by her side at a very fast speed, and the wind it brought with it ruffled the hem of her clothes.
The demon king held the weapon, but before he could move forward, a hand pinched his neck.
The hand was slender and distinct, with meridians on the back of the hand bulging, and a powerful force in the hand spread throughout the Demon King's body like an electric current.
He threw it out lightly, and the Demon King fell back for several miles before struggling to get up again.
But before he could get close this time, a powerful talisman fell from the sky, pressing it tightly under his body.
It changed back to its original form.
An ugly wild wolf.
The demon king could no longer fight back and ran away with his tail between his legs.
Sang Yu stood behind "Zi Chen". She couldn't see his expression and could only look at his back.
His back was tall and straight, and she seemed to smell the smell of sea water and sky on him, carrying a bit of the dust of this world.
"Are you hurt?"
