Starting from Douluo Dragon King to travel in ten thousand worlds

[Hate] is an exquisite one-handed sword.

The fire element itself is bright red, and the black mist condenses together and looks like a black mass.But if a small part is separated, it will show a light gray color.

The combination of the two makes [Hate] look like a sharp blade flowing with blood.

The characteristics of the black mist allow the sword body to change according to the user's intention, whether it is soft or hard, it all depends on the user's intention.

It has more wonderful uses, but now is not the time for it to show its edge. One day, with the sword in hand, it can kill enemies from all directions.

After stroking the dark red sword blade that looked like solidified blood, Alips pinched the tip of the sword and pointed the hilt in the direction of Qian Renxue.

"If you still have hatred in your heart, take this sword and it will give you everything you want. Similarly, if you want to use it, you need to pay a corresponding price, which may be your appearance or something else... ....”

Before Ellips could finish his words, he was interrupted by Qian Renxue. She was never a hesitant person, she was an action person and always acted immediately after thinking.

"All gifts have a price secretly marked on them. If you want to gain power, you have to pay a price. It's a clear transaction. I naturally agree, but how do you prove that this sword is really as strange as you say?"

Her eyes were sharp, even sharper than the blade of the sword still in mid-air!

Ellips smiled, very happily.

"After so long, you are still the first person to ask about my strength. It has been so long that I almost think that my own strength is as common sense to outsiders. But I am stupid..."

He shook his head slightly, but the black fog behind him quickly spread, and the light in the room dimmed extremely quickly.

"When chaos comes, I am the one who leads all living beings to seek light. I am the ultimate darkness, and I am also the dazzling light. Everything is empty, and everything is allowed."

Terrifying auras came from all directions, and Qian Renxue subconsciously wanted to put on a defensive posture, but she didn't know which side she needed to defend.

It felt like I had been stripped naked and surrounded by countless people on the street. I didn't know what to cover up to avoid embarrassment.

Finally, I discovered that as long as I don’t feel embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

So, Qian Renxue generously gave up her defense. She sat on the chair very calmly and looked at the man who was already floating in the air.

"Okay. Now I believe in your power. This power is like the use of mental power, but I clearly understand that it is not the case. Can you tell me how you do this? Just treat it as. .....This is an inquiry from a tiny insect. If you want to respond, please tell me. If you don’t want to, just ignore it."

She said this because if she looked at it with her eyes, she would find that the room had become larger and wider, and there were no familiar objects around.In other words, those familiar objects in the past were changing into shapes that she could not understand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The space seems to have been stretched, and the pattern on the floor under your feet has become extremely huge. Once, you could see several gorgeous patterns at will, but now...

Those patterns were no longer visible. There were no patterns visible to the naked eye, as if she had become smaller.

But the chair behind her showed that she had not become smaller.

Common sense seems to have been distorted, and cognitions have become erroneous.

"This is chaos, don't try to understand it, feel it. When you can feel the chaos and use it, [hate] can be used for you. Lost girl, come on, fight for the future you want. Well. As long as you work hard, the future will develop as you expect."

"What I expected..."

Qian Renxue murmured to herself and couldn't help but fall into thinking.

What do you expect?

Is it revenge?

Is it freedom?

When she came to her senses again, the person who brought the thick black mist had disappeared, leaving only the sword that looked like blood flowing.

"What a weirdo. He comes in a hurry and leaves in a hurry. He doesn't even say hello..."

As she said that, she looked at her mother who was still lying on the bed. After confirming that there was nothing strange about her, she walked to the sword.

[Hate] is floating. This is because the sword is clearly standing upright, and the tip of the sword is in contact with the ground, but it does not make a groove in the ground.

"It's quite polite..."

The fact that the sword is so magical must be the result of its former owner or its forger.

There are many ways to stand the sword up, including directly inserting it into the ground and then repairing the surrounding ground to create the feeling of a sword in the stone.

There is also a situation where if the sword is levitated by its own power and the scene is not destroyed, the energy of the sword itself will be slightly depleted.

Choosing the latter over the former shows that the person is still polite.

Ellips: Don't you have to use force when inserting it into the ground?

Shaking her head, Qian Renxue no longer thought about the strange man who did not see his true face, only seeing the black mist, and instead turned her attention to the sword in front of her.

Slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the dark red sword hilt.

The sword is not heavy.

This was Qian Renxue's first feeling after holding the sword.

But in just the next moment, Qian Renxue's senses changed.

The vine grew out of nowhere and spread to Qian Renxue's hand. The sharp spikes scratched her tender skin.

The blood seeped out and was absorbed by the vines, making them even sharper.

The stinging pain in her hand made Qian Renxue want to throw the sword away, but she couldn't!

The thorns tied her hand tightly to the hilt of the sword, and any movement would make her hand hurt more seriously.

If you struggle, the injury will be more serious. If you don't struggle, you may die from excessive blood loss.

Another chaos befell Qian Renxue.

She was confused and at a loss.

But the stinging pain would not be weakened by her confusion. As the number of vines increased, so did the spikes.

Gradually, Qian Renxue's palm was no longer visible on the sword hilt, and all that could be seen was a mass of thorns.

Fortunately, the thorns seemed to be restrained and did not leave the hilt of the sword, that is, Qian Renxue's palm, and spread outward.

If there was no struggle, it would probably take a long time for a person to bleed to death from such a wound.

So it's only for a short time, so don't worry about it.But...it hurts!

It was obviously just a pain in my hand, but it was like a bone-gnawing pain.

This level of pain was far greater than the Shura Blade that Tang San struck that day.

Shura's Blade is not just a simple pain, it is not physical pain.

With just one knife, Qian Renxue's body was cut open, along with her face.

It even hurts the soul.

One slash of the knife took away Bibi Dong's life.

At that time, Qian Renxue didn't know that she could be resurrected by possessing the divine status.

Therefore, Qian Renxue felt sad while holding Bibi Dong who was dying at that time.

Especially the words that Bibi Dong said before she died, begging Tang San for mercy, were a spiritual blow.

The thing you long for is right in front of you, but it is fleeting and cannot be touched.

The damage caused by that is much more intense than simple physics.

but.

The pain coming from hatred at this moment is the most intense Qian Renxue has ever felt in her life!

The pain level was far greater than Tang San's pain on both the mental and physical levels.

That is the kind of pain that can make people forget everything, try to let go of everything, and seek transcendence!

Just as the man who left the sword once said, you should go and find the Buddha in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.Let him overcome his own suffering, enter the Buddhist door, and no longer care about the troubles of the world.

"No... I can't give up like this... Mom... Mom is still waiting for me... How can I give up so easily... ..It’s just a weapon…”

The intense pain made it very difficult for Qian Renxue to speak, and even thinking had become a very difficult thing for her now.

Now, everything she does and thinks is driven by instinct.

For example, it is obvious that only one hand is suffering. If you just give up or struggle hard to take back your hand, the pain will end. In the worst case, the pain will not get worse.

But the biological instinct made Qian Renxue subconsciously cover the thorns with her other hand.

What was supposed to be holding his own hand turned into sending his other hand to the execution ground of suffering.

Fortunately, this hand was not bound. After a lot of blood was shed, this half-perfect, generally tattered hand left the hilt of the sword.

These are instincts, instincts that make her touch her other hand, instincts that keep her hands out of danger.

It was also instinct that made her not give up her life easily for her mother.

"My life was bought by you... How could I die so easily... Damn sword... If you want to drink... I'll give it to you." That’s enough!”

The remaining consciousness made her perform a crazy act. She had already left the hand of the thorns and came into close contact with them again.

This time, she forced herself to overcome her instincts and tightly wrapped around the thorns and vines.

Gradually, blood flowed out from Tengman, making [Hate] become even more monstrous.

As a supplier of blood, Qian Renxue gradually became weaker.

As an entity, her recovery after the collapse of the God's Sword was not very good, and her absorption of life energy was too inefficient.

So much so that the energy that was enough for other gods to get one step closer only allowed her to regain consciousness and not return to her most powerful period.

"Ha... very good, I saw you right. You can overcome the biological instinct and forcibly suppress the fear of death. In other words, you are acceptable to death, but if that death has not passed through you As long as the people you care about agree to it, you won’t die... He’s really an interesting person.”

As her consciousness gradually faded, Qian Renxue's perception of pain also weakened, and it seemed that it was not as painful as before.

It seems that after sleeping, everything disappears.

But she knew that she couldn't sleep just yet, someone was still waiting for her.

It's enough for one person to do a sex scene, but if two people do it...it won't be released

"After sucking your blood, [Hate] will be bound to you. This is a process that must be experienced. It is a powerful weapon. If you want to use it, you must have the corresponding awareness! Now that you have passed its test , then this power belongs to you. With the power of change, how do you use it? Is it to break the existing ending, or to maintain it? Or, to create an ending that you want? "

"Today, one of the two desperate twins has been certified."

"Go ahead, change it, turn that imperfect ending into what you expect!"

......

Qian Renxue finally passed out. Biological instincts can be restrained, but completely violating it is harder than reaching the sky. As an entity, without the support of blood, it is no different from a mummy.

Before she fell into coma, she heard those words, and the voice was very familiar, like the person who gave her the Sword of Suffering.

Damn it, if I had the chance, I would have gone up and kicked him!

Being comatose this time does not mean that she can have sex directly. She can't do it by touching a sword. That life is too despicable. It is even more despicable than looking in the mirror and seeing what she feels... and then belching. .

At least there is a not-so-serious reason!

......

After Qian Renxue fell into coma, she was lying on her side on the ground, her hands still holding the blood-sucking sword tightly.

Her brows were furrowed tightly, and the long-term pain brought sadness to her brows.

However, the people here again are not heartbroken about it.

Accompanied by bursts of black mist, the culprit who left the sword appeared in this hut again.

At 1.8 meters tall, he can see most things from a high position.

But he seemed not to be satisfied yet, and was still suspended in mid-air, perhaps in order to have a wider field of vision.

"Ellie, are you so lazy that you don't even want to walk by yourself?"

In the silence, a voice suddenly revealed the true purpose of his suspension in the air.

"Ahem, how can this be called laziness? This is called...exercising one's own abilities. I don't walk by myself, but the black mist is used to support me. Doesn't it require me to control it? This is called equivalent exchange! Why? It doesn’t conform to the logic of a scholar at all to be called lazy!”

"Hmph, it's okay to exercise while walking. To put it bluntly, you're just lazy and don't accept rebuttal."

"You, you, you are disgraceful!"

Those words seemed to break the defense of this man who could absorb any attack or energy. He said angrily.

"Isn't it just that you stay there alone during this period of time? Are you going to hate me like this?"

"Haha, you're so embarrassed to say that! I've already taken the initiative, and you still dare to refuse! Even if you refuse, forget it, and then run away! Even if you run away, you'll even go to another girl's house! Even if you run away to someone else's house, forget it. Already..."

"Stop, stop, stop, at this point in time, I have just arrived in the Douluo God Realm, and I haven't even reached this house yet. Don't make it seem like I abandoned you, and then went to another girl's house to fall in love with someone. Go, don’t you have my memory? Shouldn’t you know exactly what happened here?”

"Who wants to see you having close contact with other girls? Are you watching? Anyway, I won't watch!"

Ellips was speechless. If you haven't seen it, why would you use such a tone? After all, he is still angry about his running away at this time. Really, it has been so long, why are you still reading this? Old accounts, childish or not.

"You actually called me childish?"

Yeah, forget that thinking is also shared...

"Ahem, it's time for me to come in now. I think the scene should be changed, otherwise history will be messed up."

"Cut, coward!"

The voice said something disdainfully, and I don't know what it was about.

Ellips felt that he was in the wrong... but he decided not to say anything more. When he was a child, that cute girl, who was a bit bitter at best, turned into this when she grew up. Alas~

Can't think, can't think.

He floated to Qian Renxue's side, and grasped the sword in the girl's hand.

The [Hate] at this moment is truly made of blood, and the dark red sword body speaks volumes.

Black mist emerged and enveloped the sword full of blood.

When the black mist dissipated, there was no sword left. All that was left was a dark red mask. The pattern of thorns and vines could be vaguely seen on it. The shape of the mask was also full of monsters.

Alips flew a little higher, and the dark red thorn mask flew onto Qian Renxue's face.

It's not a full-coverage one, but like her previous golden mask, it's a half-coverage one.

"All gifts have been marked with prices secretly, and I have fulfilled the agreement."