Cloud and light.
The wind is very light.
Thirty thousand feet above Celestial City, Qin Feng stands here, messy hair shattered across the corner of his eyes, and there was an inconceivable shock in his eyes. This was the first time ... so horrified.
'Sun ... Wukong. '
The name murmured in his heart.
When Qin Feng remembered the name in his heart.
'It is me. '
That voice ... rang again.
'You are not dead? '
After confirming that it was Sun Wukong's voice, Qin Feng let go of the shock and calmed his emotions. At first he always thought that ... the moment in the alley, the moment when he accepted the inheritance, Sun Wukong was dead.
Who would have thought that this monkey had been alive?
'died. '
'Not dead either. '
'I am dead, but I live because of you. '
There was a husky in the voice.
