"Xiaobei..."
Ye Qiu watched as Meng Xiaobei died in front of him with a smile on his face.
The blood on his chest had gradually dried up and stopped flowing.
His body was slowly becoming cold.
This scene was very much like the battlefield of the final battle, where Ye Qiu watched his comrades charge forward and die in battle.
Before they died, they too had smiles on their faces.
They turned their heads, opened their mouths towards Ye Qiu, as if saying something.
But the memory was too distant.
Ye Qiu could not hear clearly at all.
After Meng Xiaobei completely died, the forty-fifth section of the Desire Oil Painting was re-colored.
In an instant, the entire painting seemed to become more vivid, with each section and every color beginning to flow quickly.
Like trickling streams converging into rivers and seas.
All these colors flowed towards the last remaining uncolored section.
The forty-sixth section!
When the vibrant colors filled the last section,
