Villain Boss: Start from the East Undefeated

Chapter 645 Do you want...to commit suicide?

"Rumble..."

In the clear sky, bursts of roar suddenly broke out.

It seems that in the high sky, there are endless thunders spreading and intertwining.

The whole sky dimmed slightly again.

The originally red sun seemed to have lost the slightest light at this moment, like a lantern covered with a window screen.

It was clearly noon, but it gave people a feeling that the sky was about to get dark.

Countless people looked up at the sky. In the clear sky, except for the blood-red sun and clouds.

There was nothing, and there was no thunder, it was as clean as a blood-red sea.

And in that vast sea of ​​blood, there seemed to be a huge shadow floating.

It seems to be an island, and as the sun dims, traces are slightly revealed.

Looking at the dark red sun, the blood-red sky, and the shadows.

Everyone just felt an indescribable heaviness in their hearts, an indescribable feeling of strange heaviness.

There is sadness and sorrow, as if the world in front of you is about to be destroyed, it makes people feel like they are stepping into destruction.

It makes people panic.

"This... the sun seems to be getting dimmer again!"

On a mountain, the East, which originally described the hunting of wild animals, stopped the scroll in his hand, and also raised his head to look at the sky.

Even in the bottom of his heart, there was an indescribable feeling, as if a huge disaster was about to strike.

"Three landslides, the scorching sun burns, and the fairy gate opens!"

"The shadow in the blood-red sky...could it be the fairy gate?"

Dongfang whispered, frowning slightly, unable to think of the slightest reason for a while.

Even Prison Mountain, which has been explored for nearly half a year, has not received any new news.

After thinking about this, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked like no one else: "Are you still there? Do you know what happened?"

"I'm here!"

A voice that was slightly indifferent and seemed not to care about anything fell into Dongfang's ears: "I don't know either!"

"That's right...I'm afraid no one knows about this except Chen Nan!"

"pity……"

Dongfang whispered in his heart, he had an intuition that this rumor must be related to Chen Nan.

It's just that even if it is him, there is no news about Chen Nan.

It was as if he was not in this world, and there was no movement at all.

Thinking of this, Dongfang hesitated for a moment and asked, "Who are you? Who do you want me to help you save?"

"You don't need to know, you just need to remember that I am the person who secretly protects you and has no malice toward you."

"On the contrary, it will keep you safe. When you get to the place, you will naturally know who to save!"

Listening to the voice in his ears, Dongfang curled his lips.

This person is quite mysterious.

Even if he radiates his spiritual sense of transforming into a god, he can't find the person in the dark.

"Either there is a treasure like the Forbidden Bead, or he has practiced an extremely powerful method of concealing the breath!"

Dongfang secretly guessed, and then said: "Don't you think my speed is too slow? When I get to the place, it will be two or three years later, are you not in a hurry?"

The voice in the dark stopped suddenly.

Ghost Li's pitch-black figure emerged from a tree branch, looking towards the east.

Of course he knew that the speed was too slow, but he had promised the Suzerain not to disturb Dongfang's training.

Its main purpose is to let Dongfang see the cruelty of the cultivation world.

Let the bloody facts tell this young lady that if you want to truly control your own destiny, you can only practice harder.

Strengthen yourself.

Otherwise...the only option is to accept fate.

But in the past few months, he has almost never seen Dongfang practice, even once.

What I do most is painting.

Seeing lush mountains and forests, blooming flowers, or encountering battles and wars... I will stop and draw such a picture.

The East in front of me does not look like an experience, but a traveler, recording everything with a brush in his hand.

"Silent resistance?"

Ghost Li sighed softly, seemed to understand what Dongfang was doing.

Almost everyone knows that once the oriental cultivation progresses further, it is very likely that people will be forced to marry.

After receiving so many gifts, it will be rewarded after all.

The gift worth tens of millions of high-grade spirit stones is actually layers of shackles.

"I'm not in a hurry, you should practice hard!"

After a long silence, Gui Li couldn't bear to speak.

Along the way, the girl in front of her was indeed very good-natured. Except for Han Li's incident, she rarely showed up to cause trouble.

The tone is gentle and the personality is quiet, that is, she has no temper of a young lady, and she has never made any unreasonable remarks.

Sometimes, Gui Li would think, if it wasn't for the immortal body, the girl in front of him would probably be able to live in seclusion quietly without contending with the world.

Live your life in peace.

"Practice? I'm practicing!"

There was a smile on Dongfang's face, and he said softly: "It's actually the same to me whether I practice or not. This experience is also dispensable. I just want to enjoy this period of time quietly!"

"In the future... days like this are unlikely to happen again!"

"Forget it... Let me tell you, you don't understand either!"

Dongfang shook his head, pinched the brush, and sketched out the situation in the distance bit by bit.

Two giant spotted tigers hunted together.

The deer ran wild in terror, leaving behind two dead bodies.

As the giant tiger roared, a few young tigers rushed over, gnawing on the carcasses of the elk.

"Although the elk died, a few tiger cubs survived. Life is always reincarnated in a way that no one can imagine!"

"It's a bit like the food chain known in previous lives!"

"Life, death, death... Only life has no end!"

With Dongfang's blinking clear eyes, his white and tender hands held the paintbrush, sketching little by little.

Seriously and quietly.

The hair that was tousled by the wind brushed against the cheeks from time to time, it was so beautiful.

The sitting posture is elegant and enchanting, just like a fairy.

Looking at Dongfang's figure and listening to Dongfang's words, Gui Li's heart felt heavy for no reason.

There is obviously no other emotion in the words of the East, and some are only soft and tactful, which is pleasant to the ear.

But for some reason, Gui Li could hear an inexplicable emotion from that tone.

Like relief, but also like despair.

"I just want to enjoy such a period of time quietly!"

"In the future... days like this are unlikely to happen again!"

Gui Li whispered Dongfang's words, obviously since Baguio's death, his heart has been sealed tightly.

But at this moment, he felt sorry for the innocent and straightforward girl in front of him.

Distressed that kind of elusive fate.

The girl in front of her was very different from Baguio, yet there was some unspeakable overlap.

Baguio is lively and cheerful, and the girl in front of her is quiet and gentle.

Baguio is dead, and the girl in front of her seems to have no hope for the future. Although she is alive, she seems to be dead.

The fate of the two seems to overlap strangely at this moment.

"despair!"

Ghost Li lightly fell from the tree, and walked step by step, behind Dongfang.

Silently looking at the drawing board in front of Dongfang.

A few tiger cubs gnawed on the elk's corpse, blood red, white bones exposed, full of the breath of death.

But the pupils of those cubs were full of light, which was the love for life and yearning for life.

Even when the cubs were gnawing on the flesh and blood, they would occasionally fight with each other, full of vitality.

There was blood and white bones under his feet.

The two extremely contradictory pictures are perfectly integrated at this moment, without any abruptness, as if it should be like this.

Seeing this picture scroll, Gui Li subconsciously paused.

The picture scroll looked ordinary at first glance, but it was filled with an indescribable connotation.

People can experience the desperation and fear of the elk, as well as the hope for life, but it has already entered death.

You can feel the joy of the cub, playing with the death of blood and bones.

"You... want to commit suicide?"

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