"Your millions of heroes have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Liu Bailong's voice pierced Xinyuan's ears, causing his already agitated emotions to suddenly become unstable again.

In this world, his status has long been transcendent, and the various injustices and targets he once suffered will never happen again.

However, the treatment he was receiving at this time in the Western Continent was something he had never enjoyed before.

I don't need to dream about millions of soldiers, millions of soldiers are already right in front of me.

More than a million?

"Haha, what do you want to do over there? It's very troublesome, isn't it?"

"Here, no one will question you, no one will block your decision."

"By the way, after you finish reminiscing about old times, you must remember to go see Ying Wuye. That old immortal guy may be dead."

Liu Bailong added a few final words and shook his head, knowing that he should leave it to Xinyuan and these Black Flag people at this time.

The ghost doll had already run away. After seeing Xinyuan, he seemed to have found someone to support him, and he followed him step by step.

On the one hand, it gives him an excuse to stay away from Liu Bailong; on the other hand, he also follows Xinyuan and enjoys the infection of glory.

Liu Bailong didn't call him, but waved to the crowd. Doukui walked out, pushed his wheelchair, and pushed him away from the crowd.

Leave time to Xinyuan.

Xinyuan has been standing in the crowd this time, mingling with many people, without thinking about anything to waste time.

There is no shortage of fighting spirit in the Western Continent.

Whether to fight or not has never been a question.

The only question is how to fight and what kind of effect you want to achieve.

As for victory or not, no one will care about this kind of thing when Xinyuan is here!

A powerful hand patted Xinyuan's body. Xinyuan suddenly felt that he was so supported, as if invisible power was pouring into his body.

Shi Dingyuan waited for familiar faces to appear one after another, and Xinyuan's memory was brought back in an instant, that time when he was extremely passionate.

Although, less than a year has passed since that time.

It's just that too many things happened during this time, which made Xinyuan feel that it seemed like a long time ago.

"Just come back and start anytime."

"When will those things come? Everyone has been waiting for a long time!"

"In the second month after you left, we completely liberated the last corner of the Western Continent, the Thirteen Cities in the South, and now Black Flag's world is also under its control!"

"Those nobles...the self-proclaimed nobles, the servants of God you mentioned, I haven't seen them for a long time, and they have all been killed!"

"..."

Countless voices echoed in his ears, and Xinyuan kept nodding to show that he was listening.

During this period, senior managers such as Shi Dingyuan and Hu Xing also reported to Xinyuan everything that happened in the Western Continent during this period.

It can be regarded as a kind of "make-up lesson" to let him understand the rapid changes in the Western Continent during this period.

It took a full two hours for Xinyuan to break away from the crowd. Under the organization of Shi Dingyuan and others, he evacuated the dark crowd.

Strangely enough, when people gathered, no one informed them at all, but they dispersed extremely quickly. However, when people dispersed, they dispersed extremely slowly.

After a long time, Xinyuan was able to sit on the empty red earth with a few people.

The crowd seemed to be there just to give Xinyuan confidence - to tell him that he didn't have to worry about any so-called disapproval here.

"Black is different now. You are back. This is a big deal. I will have to go back soon."

"If you have anything to do, just give me any instructions. I'm still in the city I was in charge of."

Shi Dingyuan looked at Xinyuan and said.

Xinyuan expressed his understanding, and then, when Shi Dingyuan was about to leave, he looked up at the sky.

"The sky is still red. This dark red dust really seems to be a curse on the world."

Shi Dingyuan stopped and turned around helplessly:

"There is no way. The accumulation of more than fifty years cannot be changed overnight."

"Really?" Xinyuan felt the diffuse dust and the violent aura seeping out of it, and smiled for Wei Wei.

"Maybe I have to thank them for this..."

...

Everyone in Xinyuan and Heiqi had finished communicating, and it was almost evening at this time.

In the Western Continent, no one would have any objection to any house Xinyuan wanted to live in, but he had no idea of ​​accommodation. After telling Shi Dingyuan that he would solve the problem, he still stayed in the wasteland.

At this time, he had taken over the work of Doukui and Guiwa. Now that the two people were gone, he pushed Liu Bailong's wheelchair alone, and the two of them walked quietly.

Xinyuan spoke first:

"To be honest, from the first time I saw you today, I knew you were different."

"The dying aura in you seems to have disappeared in an instant. I know that there must have been some changes in you, right?"

"For example, the reason why I came here so smoothly this time is because of some guidance and your relationship."

Liu Bailong leaned on the back of the wheelchair comfortably and did not deny it. He just asked:

"What? Haven't you changed a lot too?"

"Looking at me as an old man, you think I can only wait to die, right? Don't you think I have the possibility of changing and growing?"

Xinyuan smiled and did not ask any further questions. He just changed the topic and asked:

"Then, now, what should I call you?"

"Is it Liu Xiazi, Liu Bailong, or...the Lord of the Abyss?"

"Hahahaha! Just do whatever you want."

"Okay, then he's still called a blind man."

"Even Liu is gone, right..."

While chatting, the two approached an empty house. Liu Bailong held down the armrest of his wheelchair.

"You go in, he is a white-hand man from the Human Alliance, and I won't go with something like this that might even be his last words."

"Be careful what you say when you go in, don't kill that old thing directly..."

Shinyuan put the wheelchair aside, nodded and walked in.

After turning on the light, I turned a corner and saw a big bed and a person who almost looked like he had been buried!

Xinyuan was suddenly startled. When he got closer, he saw the withered White-handed Marquis Ying Wuye in front of him.

"Xinyuan?"

As if feeling the breath, Bai Shou's eyes opened a slit.

Xinyuan took two steps forward and held his hand.

Even on the verge of death, his hands were still very strong, touching the muscles on his face. Shinyuan knew that he should want to laugh at this time.

"I didn't expect that I was still alive. I survived until the day you came back."

"It seems that I have been stuck here for the rest of my life. Haha, I have no future. I just can survive, but there is no progress."
Chapter completed!