Hurry up, please be kind

Chapter 217 The Land of the Gods 10
High Priest, will understand them.

Thinking this way, everyone looked a little dazed and impulsive, their painful eyes glued to the blood on the ground.

It seems that only one person takes the lead.

They will crawl on the ground like a dog to lick.

To live lingeringly is to live.

"My lord, look, this is the person you try your best to protect, how selfish and disgusting..."

The young man murmured in Si Zhuo's ear, like a lover's whispering, but for no reason he seemed to exhale a gloomy cold air.

With bewilderment, it penetrates into people's hearts little by little.

Si Zhuo's expression was flat, and he slowly turned his head to look at the entrance of the main hall, his eyes were calm and far-reaching, neither happy nor sad.

At that moment, she seemed to have really become a god and Buddha.

Know everything, be calm and compassionate.

The white and gold-rimmed robes moved without wind, and the holy silver light shrouded her body, and the bare hands stretched open the protective barrier.

She just stood there.

Like a god that will never fall.

She didn't say anything.

However, many people's hearts were shocked, and unreasonable shame swept their hearts, and they felt ashamed under those calm eyes.

It turned out that ghosts and ghosts made a step forward.

Subconsciously withdrew his feet.

Never dared to look her in the eyes again.

They immediately recalled everything recorded in the history books. They usually only saw a peaceful high priest, but they had never seen her like this. They once felt that the history books were overly polished.

Only now did it dawn on me that the High Priest was really as in the legend.

How can they do this?

The high priest, as before, saved them from the fire and water by himself, but they wanted to save themselves by hurting her.

Is this not ungrateful? !

They didn't move any more, some people still had the upper hand because of their conscience, and knelt down to worship Si Zhuo.

He turned and left.

The temptation to live is too strong.

They are afraid, staying here, afraid that sooner or later they will lose control, another crazy and selfish self.

Selfishness is the root of evil in human beings.

But whether to be selfish.

But it is optional.

Someone made a life or death decision.

Leaving behind a figure who does not know the outcome of fate.

The rest of the people stood there blankly, as if they hadn't recovered yet, but no one came forward.

Si Zhuo looked away.

She slowly smiled mockingly, and looked at the regretful young man with cold and deep eyes.

"That's all you have to do?"

The teenager sighed regretfully, shrugged his shoulders, and evoked a clean and beautiful smile, with an unclear tone.

"Of course not, what, the appearance of the adults, looks very looking forward to it?"

Si Zhuo sneered, "It's disgusting."

"It's not him, don't call me that."

The young man smiled, looking at her with a pure and curious face, "Tsk, did the High Priest know about it all along, or did he find out now?"

Si Zhuo turned her head and concentrated on supporting the barrier.

ignore him.

The young man seemed a little aggrieved by her indifference. He stepped forward to look at Si Zhuo and spoke with a smile, holding a delicate and clean skin, as if he didn't know how annoying he was.

"Why does the high priest have to be so hostile to me?"

"We are not necessarily enemies, I really hope to have you as an ally, if possible..."

"I'm even willing to use you as my leader..."

The boy was beside her, smiling inexplicably.

Si Zhuo looked indifferent and ignored him. The silver light on her body seemed to flow continuously into the formation, and a faint stream of light circulated around her.

"Hey, the high priest really doesn't cry when he sees the coffin..."

The young man broke off a branch of peach blossom from nowhere, twisted it in his hand, sniffed it lightly, and the faint fragrance was refreshing.

"High Priest, do you know..."

He stared at her with a smile, his eyes were extremely gentle, but the words he said were as cold as ice.

"You and we are the same kind..."

Si Zhuo's face was very cold, as if he didn't hear what he said.

The young man raised his hand slightly, the peach blossom in his hand withered, and the petals slowly flew towards the group of people standing at the gate of the hall, seemingly harmless, everyone looked at it in bewilderment.

In an instant, the soft and beautiful peach blossoms turned into blue-black smoke.

"what--"

Everyone was frightened.

They ran back, but the blue-black smoke entangled some people, causing the sarcoma on their bodies to explode quickly, and the blue-black worms fell to the ground.

The others were terrified and tried to run for their lives.

And an invisible barrier blocked them.

They can only be forced to stay.

Seeing the boy smiling and teasing the bugs on the ground peacefully, as if they were extremely cute things, but the person who was originally parasitized by them was lying on the ground in a bloody mess.

There is no more life.

Blood stained the stone steps in front of the hall entrance.

Bloody torments people's mind.

The boy is still in white clothes fluttering, spotless, like a handful of snow falling from the branches.

"Go."

He gazed at the bug tenderly, with a kind of kindness in his eyes, as if looking at his own child.

The worm heard him.

Rubbed his fingertips, then squirmed in the direction of Si Zhuo, looking very eager and eager.

"Did you see it?"

"They like you, High Priest..."

"Since those people in the God Realm call themselves gods, then we have no choice but to choose a comparable name——devil."

"Who told us that it doesn't look so good..."

The boy put the peach blossom branch on the tip of his nose, squinted his eyes, "High Priest, do you have no impression of your parents?"

"Do you think your strength is strange?"

"Haven't you ever thought about why we insist on pestering you? Why do those people in the God Realm keep staring at you after discovering your existence?"

"These, I believe the high priest must have thought about it..."

The young man pursed his lips as soft as peach blossoms, and smiled cruelly and tenderly at Si Zhuo, "Unfortunately, you have never had the courage to admit that you are the same body of gods and demons..."

"You are our test product for creating the son of gods and demons..."

"You are, the emperor's child..."

Si Zhuo's face darkened a little, and a silver blade struck at the young man, fiercer than ever before.

The young man was caught off guard, and a flower-tipping hand was cut off.

"Hiss, my little girl is really naughty..."

The young man's face turned pale, and he was still grinning.

Then a puff of blue-black smoke gushed out of his body, and another hand appeared, staring at the bugs on the ground.

"They're here for you..."

"Without you, there would be no plague of insects, without you, there would be no catastrophe, without you, this place would still live and work in peace..."

A demagogic voice.

Into everyone's ears.

At this moment, the barrier has been covered with a thick layer of blue-black, and the world that was originally illuminated by Si Zhuo's silver light has darkened like when the dark clouds are overwhelming.

(End of this chapter)