The moment the sharp blade cut through his skin, feeling the passage of blood, the heart was beating.

Yang Jian smiled.

"Let my blood turn into the most beautiful flowers and dedicate them to him as the last blessing of a fan."

Blood flowed on the ground, and the soil turned into a pattern of flowers.

The consciousness gradually became blurred, and Yang Jian suddenly felt a long-lost warmth.

I have always had many questions in his mind. I want to ask Jackson, but now I can't feel happy if I don't vomit.

"What's the situation of the whole family you want?"

“Are the people you want to help still endure the unfortunate experience?”

"Have you forgotten the harm you suffered during your lifetime?"

The feeling of warmth became stronger and stronger, as if someone gently hugged him.

This feeling was when he was young, and his father held him in his arms.

I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I haven't felt my father's love for a long time.

Yang Jian gradually fell asleep in this embrace, as if he had a long dream.

I don't know how long it took.

The night was dark, and everything finally came back to peace.

"Mr. Jackson, he looks asleep."

"Give me a bottle of heavenly healing potion."

"Get another full-length record of my collection and a signature pen."

"Willing to serve."

"Tsk tsk, this guy is so lucky. Not everyone who faints when he listens to Mr. Jackson's concert has such luck."

"Gulugulu".

"Shishi".

"Young man, good luck."

"Man, where will we go next stop?"

"Anthun, the apostle of the Demon World, invites us to go to his power plant to hold a fireworks ball, Mr. Jackson, he seems very interested in your moon walk".

"In addition, the performance at the Maritime Train Station failed to be held on time, and I'm afraid we have to pay a compensation to the organizer."

"It's really unlucky, but I don't want to deal with the flame turtle. Of course, the compensation will be paid as much as possible."

"Sir, where will you go next stop? Follow your instructions."

"Why do we still want to set out from the Gate of Time and Space? I want to visit Elvis Presley."

"Well, the ruler of time and space is not that easy to talk to... Of course, your fame is here, and he must have opened the door of convenience."

"Okay, why don't we go!".

Several dazzling lights leaped into the cracks of the alien dimension at a high altitude, followed by a rumble of the machine starting.

Soon the crack closed and the aura became stable.

On a quiet night, the peaceful top of Afaria, it seemed that nothing had ever happened.

On a clearing, the adventurers of Yang Jian's team lay together in a row.

Maple head rested on Bob's calves, and Hans rested on Bob's thighs, feeling sleepy.

Sissi was holding Bob's thick and long arms tightly with her hands.

The barbarian Bob disturbed the tranquility of the night with his thunderous snoring without any mind.

Yang Jiantou rested on Bob's big belly, and his head was up and down with his belly.

If Yang Jian was awake at this time, he would definitely see the epic platinum record on his chest.

It is portrayed Jackson's cool dance posture, and there is a line of cool essay signatures in the blank space:

Michael Jackson offers you your beloved friend.

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I would like to dedicate this chapter to my idol - Michael Jackson, the king of pop music
Chapter completed!