On his deathbed, Shennong recalled Changyang Mountain again.

He thought of the different song "Support".

He thought of the gentleman he had never met.

A song can make life burn.

One person makes him unforgettable for a long time.

Shennong slowly closed his eyes with many regrets.

Vaguely, he seemed to be dreaming back to Jiangshui, and his free soul swam up to Changyang.

He heard the song "Support" again.

Still too burning!

Shennong smiled.

The direction of Changyang Mountain is covered with clouds and fog.

A man of God walked slowly and gracefully.

Wearing brocade robes, blue silk jade belts, fluttering sleeves, slightly raised sword eyebrows, bright starry eyes, and a handsome face with a calm expression.

Shennong's lips trembled slightly: "Sir..."

"Um."

Mingyu nodded slightly.

The breeze picked up two brief dialogues, floating in the sky, shattering the cloud of death.

Far away in Luzhou, Beiju.

A big thing also happened.

There was a little milk baby who was born with a magical power.

He was born in the wilderness. He was not weaned at the age of three, but he was able to fight with wild beasts.

On a thunderstorm night before his birth, a branch of the World Tree broke off and fell on this human tribe.

The stone turtles stationed in this tribe ran away all night carrying the altar.

The little milk baby has a domineering name - Hao!
Chapter completed!