Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Chapter 370 Who Is Zion

Zion refused to write any more.

He couldn’t control his hand, and as soon as he tried hard, he swiped a sum to the side.

The man frowned and took out a piece of paper: “Rewrite.”

Zion began to write again: Zi …

I don’t know why, but I just can’t write it out.

Zion is in a hurry, if you can’t write it, then you can’t leave here?

Do you mean you will die?

In this way, Zion wrote his name over and over again in the dark, always writing down at the last stroke.

He didn’t know how he was able to see that person and that piece of paper, he only knew that he wrote his name over and over again, gradually lost consciousness, and wrote his name mechanically.

Suddenly there was a bang, the darkness in front of him/broke, and that person disappeared, Zion looked at the blankness in front of him in astonishment.

There was a light in the distance, and he looked for the light and ran all the way forward, running past some rural dirt houses and places like markets./

The buildings in these places are no different from the human world, the difference is that there is no one.

At last he came to a gate so high that it seemed to reach into the clouds.

He pushed it hard, and there was an empty hall inside the door, and Zion subconsciously stepped in…

On both sides of the main hall, there were all kinds of demons, their faces were ferocious, and their eyes seemed to be alive, staring at him closely.

Zion was afraid, so he hurriedly continued to walk inside. The sculpture standing next to him was King of Ghost, with red hair and fangs, holding the demon bell in his hand.

Zion didn’t know why he could recognize these things, and quickly ran inside again-as if he couldn’t retreat after entering this door, he didn’t have the slightest thought of going back and exiting.

of the King of Ghost, the two wandered around the world to monitor everyone’s behavior .

folks, people think that the two of them are fierce gods, and anyone who dares to rush against them will be recorded

all the way, and all he saw were immobile sculptures, only those

he ran to the front and saw clearly the plaque hanging

stunned, The

is huge, as high as an ordinary one-story building, majestic, but

this moment, he saw a person sitting on the huge throne. The person raised his head and met

Zion’s eyes widened: “Susie?”

ran over quickly,

W 488 vouche

from taking half a step forward, and just said, “Go back

she raised her hand,

suddenly picked up something underneath and threw it

the way, remember to take

him

up,

opened his eyes

and bustle of the world suddenly poured into his ears, the sounds of patients’ family members coming and going

in the distance, and the crying of children in an

blankly, “I’m not

that

twitched the corner of his mouth and

his blushing half face with guilt,

dark outside the window, giving

“Is my

head: “Yes, can’t

soft and warm little hands, and

and said weakly: “I feel it,

comforted: “Don’t worry, your

subconsciously asked: “Is

him an affirmative answer: “It’s

Zion: “That’s good.”

their conversation, everyone

you can still lie