Wu Zhuo narrowed his eyes and tried hard to look at the figure.

The same scarlet robe, but the style is slightly different from the red mask.

The hood slipped off, revealing a pale but handsome face.

"Yes, it's you!"

Wu Zhuo's eyes widened and he almost collapsed to the ground.

What he felt from this young man was an aura that was not of this world.

Exactly the same as the evil god who made him comatose.

"Praise my Lord."

The young man made a strange gesture, as if he was performing some unique greeting.

"ah…"

Wu Zhuo opened his mouth wide, but did not make a sound.

He knew the weight of the two words "god".

The other party may not be an evil god, but he definitely represents an evil god.

When confronting Red Mask, he dared to jump twice.

But in front of this person, Wu Zhuang didn't dare to do anything rude.

That is absolutely powerful.

"You, you saved me?"

Wu Yun hesitated for a long time, but still chose to ask.

"Shh...I'm listening."

The young man frowned and then slowly closed his eyes.

There seemed to be someone whispering in the air, which made people restless and restless.

Wu Zhuo knew that this was the evil god pronouncing his fate.

Life or death depends on one's thoughts.

But he didn't dare to listen.

Those existences above the starry sky, even a few words carry terrifying pollution.

He could only suddenly reach out and plug his ears, and then resign himself to his fate.

"call…"

After a while, the young man slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wu Zhuo with a strange look in his eyes.
Chapter completed!