"Thank you for your respect for the Wanhe Dynasty and your last words!"

Gu Yao finished speaking.

The last trace of his stay in this world also disappeared.

At this moment, the world around Xiao Fan was quiet, and no new enemies appeared in the abyss.

He suddenly felt a little lonely.

The voice 50 million years ago was roughly the same as he thought.

Calmness, sadness, and a faint sadness and reluctance.

But there is always a huge gap between imagination and reality.

When Gu Yao, a heroic warrior from 50 million years ago, appeared, really fought with him, and communicated.

What Xiao Fan felt was not only those emotions.

He seemed to have seen the red flowers and green leaves all over the mountains, the children of the Wanhe Dynasty were running wildly in the wilderness, the soldiers were struggling to practice swords, strive for higher titles, and were also preparing to participate in the competition soon, thinking of making a splash on the stage.

If I were born in that era, I might be able to become a beautiful Feihongjun.

I sat on a high place in the competition venue, surrounded by bellows and swallows.

The romantic and elegant I was wearing red clothes, with my feet raised, holding sweet fruits in my hands, and my eyes flowing with the flowing glow made countless women intoxicated.

But I was still as moving as a mountain, quietly waiting for the soldiers to enter the field, looking forward to the next test.

At this time, the young warrior walked out in the audience's cheers like tsunami!
Chapter completed!