Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

 Peach forest.

 The blood moon turned white again, gradually losing its seductive and solemn color.

Under the bright and cold moonlight, peach blossoms fell all over the ground—stained with blood, which was shocking under the moonlight.

 The pure peach blossoms were dyed red and fell to the ground, cold and lifeless.

 The cloak, which had not yet been taken away, was just discarded on the ground.

There are few traces of fighting at the scene, but the blood everywhere is a clear reminder that there was a conflict here, a very fierce conflict.

 It was quiet all around, and after the conflict, there was no more human sound.

 Empty, everything is empty.

Under the cold moonlight, the snow-white figure, untainted by the dust, stood in the middle of the blood everywhere.

 Squatting down, he gently stroked the bright red cloak that had become cold and had lost its warmth.

The wind was blowing, and it was warm, but it seemed unable to warm the hand of the visitor at this moment - the fingers were ice cold, bitingly cold, and completely lost their color.

 The man lowered his head, his entire face hidden in the shadow of the moonlight, and his expression could not be seen clearly. The whole person was eerily quiet.

The cloak, which was soft and light and still had some of the warm fragrance of his daughter's home, was picked up by him and slowly held in his arms.

He has always looked restrained and gentle. At this moment, he grabbed the soft cloth that had lost all its warmth, and squeezed it tight little by little.

 There is no sound, the whole person is silent.

Only the hand holding the clothes in his arms, under the cold moonlight, revealed its original terrifying side - the veins were shockingly bulging, and the muscles were bursting out, one by one, clearly visible.

 The joints of the tightly clenched bones turned completely white, and the things in the palms were almost crushed and turned into dust.

 Extremely angry, this is the expression when he is extremely angry and out of control.

Without saying a word, he was surrounded by blood on the ground, and the moonlight illuminated the snow-white on his body - divine white, like a Buddha or a lotus, absolutely flawless, generous and kind.

The God who has always been gentle, polite, and tolerant towards others has always been...a controller who maintains room for success and does not overdo it and kill him to death.

Always thought that this way he could accumulate good rewards and get the blessings he wanted, but now...

He lowered his head and remained quiet for a moment before slowly standing up. The beautiful cloak in his arms quickly warmed up as he held it in his arms. He slowly folded it and lowered his eyes.

Under the cold moonlight, those noble purple eyes, which symbolized the status of the absolute superior, were dyed bit by bit with the red of a demon at this moment.

 Red, bloodthirsty, brutal, murderous...the **** with a face like Buddha, with a flawless body, but his eyes seem to condense all the dark sides of the world.

 Begin to breed, occupy, control.

 He didn’t smile, his face was as cold as frost, like a fallen god, and his eyes were strangely red.

The wind blew by, becoming extremely cold and solemn invisibly, blowing up the peach blossoms stained with blood on the ground.

 In the blink of an eye—that gentle touch of white disappeared.

Nothing was left, only the wind and the emptiness of the ground.

Hurrahing, the sound of the wind is still there, humming softly.

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 The world of demons.

"What?!"

Sui Luo knelt on the ground, raised his head, and was shocked, "Your Majesty means—"

"What? Don't you understand?" Ao Rui, who was changing into his shirt, showed impatience, "Without further delay, kill Yun Si now."

Sui Luo's eyes flashed and he asked: "Do you know...why this is?"

Ao Rui paused, glanced at him, and sneered: "What? Do I need to explain to you what I am doing now?"

 (End of this chapter)