"If things go on like this, it won't be long before our Asura clan will definitely go to the end." At this point, Ruth glanced at Luo Xiaoman again, and said lightly: "Perhaps, this is a self-salvation for us asura clan from heaven Chance."

Regardless of whether Luo Xiaoman is an agent of King Shura or not, judging from the current situation, they have only two choices, one is to surrender, and the other is to perish!

Instead of choosing to perish, it is better to believe that this human woman might have a miracle?

More importantly, she believes in Mo Yuan!

Mo Yuan, I will bet everything on you!

"Very good!" Luo Xiaoman curled his lips and said calmly: "You can rest assured that one day, you will understand the good intentions of the Asura King, and the rise of the Asura clan is just around the corner!"

Looking at the little guy's confident and calm face, Mo Yuan's lips rose slightly, as if he had gone back to the past. He silently followed Xiao Man's scene behind his back. This feeling was still so familiar, so it made him sink.

Suddenly, Mo Yuan hugged Luo Xiaoman and walked away.

"Hey, Master, where are you going?" Ming Chan reacted and quickly shouted.

"Xiao Ming, the Chiya Tribe will leave it to you to arrange." Luo Xiaoman's voice came from a distance.

Hearing this irresponsible sentence, Ming Chan curled his lips, scanned the dumbfounded Shura, sighed, and said, "Come on, let's discuss how to integrate the Crimson Ya tribe."

The cold wind roared, and under the same radiance of the sun and the moon, Mo Yuan embraced Luo Xiaoman and wandered across the sky of Shura Road.

The wind shook their clothes and hair, but it could not sway their inner joy.

After so many days, they finally met again!

Soon, Mo Yuan brought Luo Xiaoman to a lake.

This lake is a rare wonderland on the Asura Road, where birds and flowers are fragrant, surrounded by green trees, just like the beauty of the world.

"Yuan, what's this place? It's a bit of a human world." Luo Xiaoman's face was full of surprises. Look here, look over there, like a kid full of curiosity about the unknown.

However, in front of Mo Yuan, she was just a child, the spoiled little ancestor of Baicheng.

"I set it up here." Mo Yuan helped Luo Xiaoman rub his shoulders and said softly: "I don't know when I can come out of here, so I specially set up such a place. When I have nothing to do, I will come. Let go here."

"Humph, Yuan, you can enjoy life." Luo Xiaoman turned around, crossed Xiaoman's waist, and looked at Mo Yuan playfully.

Mo Yuan raised his hand and gently scratched Luo Xiaoman's shoulders, his eyes were so gentle, as if he was looking at the most beautiful baby in the world. "Because I have something worth remembering in my heart."

Luo Xiaoman's heart trembled slightly, and then he lay down in Mo Yuan's arms, his fingers circled on his chest. "Yuan, I miss you."

"Yeah." Mo Yuan hugged her lightly, his two hearts seemed to be synchronized at this moment. In this beautiful scenery, everything was so quiet and comfortable.

Luo Xiaoman gently rubbed Mo Yuan's chest with his small face, closed his eyes, sniffed the familiar breath, and listened to the familiar voice, feeling that the impetuousness in his heart was smoothed.

She raised her eyes slightly, glanced at Mo Yuan's neck, and found that the red mark she left was still clearly visible, and her heart was full of security.