Zhou Ming furrowed his brows in confusion.
Normally, the pigeon's speech was abstract, but he could still understand it to some extent. But this time, it was a bit too abstract... What was this bird rambling about?
However, just as he was about to say something, the figure of Ai Yi had already begun to fade rapidly amidst the stars. It flapped its wings one last time, and those mung bean eyes that usually didn't seem very bright suddenly appeared contemplative. Then, it turned its head and seemed to look seriously at its own owner.
"Good——bye——"
And then, the pigeon was gone.
Zhou Ming watched the scene in a daze for a while, shaking his head helplessly after a long time, muttering to himself, "I thought at least this guy would be with me till the end."
No one responded to his muttering.
Including the "sun" burning beneath his feet.
The Black Sun had "died". When Alice approached this sea of flames with the wooden box, Zhou Ming had noticed it.
