Looking at the young girl far away back Su Mo smiled with relief.
They walked side by side for a while and saw a man and a woman standing at the door of a large mansion not far away, looking at a toddler in front of them with a spoiled face.
"Eldest brother …"
Seeing this male Su Mo’s eyes reddish and whispering.
At present, Su Hong has no ferocious scar across his cheek, and he has also married and given birth.
Su Hong seems to have some sleep and looked at Su Mo’s side
See Su Mo Su Hong slightly, a moment is a greeting and then look back show don’t know Su Mo.
Wu Daozun, although he opened the floodplains and evolved all beings, has experienced such changes for hundreds of millions of souls, and after several cycles, not all people’s memories can be preserved.
"Eldest brother has a new life, which is actually quite good. Let’s leave them alone."
Small condensate from behind.
Su Mo nodded.
Su Hong suffered too much pressure and pain in his life.
It may be a relief for him not to have those memories.
Sumo looked round.
There is a night spirit beside Xiao Ning.
A group of people are coming towards this side, all of whom are once old friends, monkeys, tigers, forest wars, exquisite immortals, extreme fire Taoist kings, dragon burning, truth, Taoyao, Nianqi and Beiming Snow …
Yan Beichen, a woman walking hand in hand, is Qin Pianran.
They looked at Sue ink eyes smile more and more strong, finally can’t help laughing regardless of other people’s eyes.
Nothing is more gratifying than the reunion of these old friends.
Hearing the laughter here, the Taoist priest just woke up and looked around and said, "See you in the Jianghu when this story is over."
"I missed a lot and haven’t heard it yet!"
Someone can’t help complaining
The Taoist priest casually threw a heavy old book and said, "I told you everything is in it. Take it and have a look."
Say that finish Taoist crowd ran towards Su Mo and others.
Before they gather together, pick up the old book. Someone shouted at the Taoist figure, "Hey! Say why there is no name? "
The Taoist patted his forehead.
This ancient book was originally written by the generation of Xuanji Palace, saying that people were forced to stand up because of drought.
A generation said that someone once said this book was named, but he didn’t write it because I don’t know what your future achievements will be like.
If I can finish this book, I can rely on a generation to tell people.
This book has been written to Lin Xuanji here, but it is still white.
The Taoist priest was too anxious for everyone to think about it, and then said, "I don’t know how to write it for you."
Everyone was slightly disappointed.
After listening to it for so long, everyone always feels a little sorry and lost.
After a few steps, the Taoist priest paused and looked back at those people, saying, "However, before the incarnation of the wild holy king in Heaven, he left a word in this world."
"No one in this world can live forever and die forever, and so can I. Sometimes I just wish that the martial arts of the world will flourish and everyone will be as heroic and immortal!"
Someone listened with a stirring mood.