Demon Sword God

After saying that, the eighth-level warrior was called away by a messenger. The people from the large army also dispersed and began to find a place to set up a tent to rest.

However, the registration of the eighth-level warrior made many people suffer from insomnia this night.

Battle registration is a way to record and count personnel before each war. Different positions and tactics can be arranged according to the records. The most important thing is that the names of participants can be registered so that there will be no large number of them after the war is over.

Obscurity in the death.

Qingming, who was a little anxious and unable to sleep because of his mental anger, walked out of the tent, sat on a sand dune, and looked at the remains that were still radiating light not far away.

Why do I always feel a little awkward, and my mental state is very unstable, my temper becomes more prone to irritability, and I have almost no motivation to do anything. The main reason is that I feel lost, as if something is missing...

"Did you have insomnia too?" Lanni walked out of the tent and sat next to Qing Ming.

"Yeah." Qing Ming's answer was very plain.

"I feel irritated?"

"kindness."

"disturbed?"

“Some.”

"I always feel empty in my heart, what's missing?"

"How do you know?" Qing Ming rarely turned around and looked at the loli beside him with curiosity.

"It's normal, you're thinking about him." Lannet specifically emphasized his word.

"What a joke, what do I want him to do?"

"If he were there, would you still talk to me here?" Lanni's expression did not change anyway, she just stared straight into Qingming's eyes, which made Qingming feel a little unnatural.

But indeed, after Lanni's reminder, Qingming did find that his feelings appeared because Mu Lin was not there. Because Mu Lin was not there, the agreed content made him very uneasy, for fear that something would happen to him would happen to him.

If something happened to him, he would not be able to get everything back. At this moment, Qing Ming suddenly had a thought of knowing where Mu Lin was now and how he was in this state. And Lanni seemed to be in a different position.

Ming's thoughts.

"Close your eyes and feel the goddess' blessings. This thing works pretty well."

Qingming closed his eyes and incorporated his soul into the small triangle blessed by the goddess.

Immediately afterwards, several balls of soul flames of different colors appeared in the dark world.

The white one is cold, that is Carlody. The smaller one is Lanny, and the golden one is Becath. But where are the others?

Just when Qingming was a little confused, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the distant place of the dark world. A breath of blood fusion guided Qingming's consciousness to slowly look over, and shone faintly in a distant place from him.

Three balls of flames emitting a familiar aura.

There is a hot red ball on the left, that is... black kill!

There is a light gray on the right, and it is barbecue.

And the black and purple flame in the middle exudes a gentle aura...

Just as Qing Ming was trying hard to see the black and purple flame, Mu Lin, who was about to get up and go back to sleep, suddenly his soul trembled slightly, as if he had sensed something, and he couldn't help but turn his head and look at him.

Far north.

Time seemed to stagnate in an instant, the whole world became quiet, and the scene in front of me began to become illusory, and only the only clear one was the distant north, a black and white flame that emitted the aura of blood fusion.