A.B.A.I: Mystery of Ghost Village
Ch. 110

Akbar had not returned to the holy place for a long time. He had been invisible for a long time, and many of the newly promoted demons did not even know him. However, the handsome face and the nobility of Akbar's entire body in his original portrait did not make anyone doubt his identity in the slightest.

“I've seen His Highness Long Wang.”

Everyone is paying respect.

"Wake up, the old King is gone, you don't have to be polite. "Akbar's voice is very pleasant, with a special rhythm, elegant and indifferent, noble and noble.

"Xiaoli" Akbar ignored the eyes of all those who were unsure, walked slowly into the mourning hall, and picked up incense from the people around him.

The slender fingers, which were almost transparent, held a slender incense, and smoky green smoke slowly spread from the fingers, "You and I grew up together, I just wish you well, she said, safe and happy in the next life. With like that... Is this terrible fate irreversible, who would have thought that you should take it first ... "

Xiaomei followed his movements. He did not understand how to make the next departure.

After that Akbar without saying a word, only watched him for a while, then turned around and left.

Xiyu looked at Akbar from a distance....

Seeing that she was advancing and retreating well, she was so graceful that Xiyu was greatly relieved.

Right now, Akbar's chest was full of anger.

If you meet those who don't want to let go of the world after death, you can only fight them.

"Akbar, don't kill again."

Akbar looked at her, "You disagree?"

Xiaomei was stunned, and looked at Akbar, "I think it's better to block it than to reduce it."

"In this game, there is no such thing as mercy"

Everything went according to his expectations, but he always felt that something was wrong. 

He laughed, "I know what happened."

"The time has not yet come, I will use luck, and slowly I will find out."

This trick was certainly not a good way for Akbar, but for a person like him in the past, it could be said to have been tried repeatedly.

The Empire's.

"Huh," Akbar let out a cold snort, "one and two look forward to my early death."

"Isn't it common?"

Akbar was silent for a moment, and a small smile suddenly appeared on his face, "You're right."

Akbar walked over and stopped, his mind drifting a little. Even he was standing under a lychee tree in the middle of the courtyard with a horse, watching the fruit on the tree, not knowing what he was thinking.

The flinch!

Akbar coughed dryly, frowned and looked at the black shadow coming out of the room, raised his hand to catch it, and pressed it on his arm. 

“So hot, those barbarians will be honest. I'll see if there's anything you can do to help.” 

"You yourself are hot because of the war, still want to help people?"

"I'm still me and you're still you"

Akbar looked at everyone suspiciously and a pair of cold star eyes with vigor, but his years of experience on the battlefield had made the man's eyes a little more suspicious.

"In this way, I really have something to trouble Xiaomei, but ..."

Hearing that there was a battle to be fought, Akbar immediately realized, "OK, I happen to be panicking while being idle. I was thinking of helping you brew some wine, but I didn't expect to be able to fight again."