The villain forces me to commit suicide every day

I don’t know why, Emperor Shengheng didn’t do much to the human world back then, but he almost destroyed the world of immortality. I don’t know why there is such a double standard.

Later I found out that it was just...the power he first believed in came from the mortal world.

Xiao Qiyang did not let anyone follow him, but walked silently on a mountain with a food box. This mountain was very remote. In the north direction, the snow was very thick, and it was easy to fall into it if not careful.

But he seemed to be familiar with the road, frowning, and his eyes were full of hesitation when he looked carefully, as if it was extremely difficult to go up.

The last step led to a deep pit. After climbing for an unknown amount of time, an unknown amount of snow fell on his shoulders. His face was red from the cold, the tip of his nose was even more so, and his eyes were still swollen.

Finally reaching the top, I saw a scrawled tombstone with no name engraved on it. There was a tall plum tree next to it to protect it from the wind and snow.

The location here is very good. Looking around, you can see the prosperous beauty of the Sheng Dynasty, and you can also see the flying snow in the sky, covering the entire ground with a layer of white, freezing all the grudges under the snow.

Xiao Qiyang slowly came to the tombstone and sat down on the ground, no matter how dirty and wet his clothes were.He first took out the food box. There was no food in it, only a bottle of wine, which looked very sloppy.

He brought another brazier, took out a fire charm, and lit it with a bang. This was the only warmth in the ice and snow.

"..." Xiao Qiyang quietly stared at the sparks on the brazier and murmured: "Xiao Yanyu, it's the third year."

No one knew what he was going to say, only his voice was muffled by the wind and snow.

He silently took out the wine bottle, first poured some on the snow, and then gave himself a few sips.

"I didn't like drinking alcohol before, but now this wine is becoming more and more tasteless."

"I want to thank you for paving the way for me. Everything I have today was built by you." Xiao Qiyang lowered his head and smiled for a moment, "There are fewer blood lotuses blooming on the battlefield, and there are fewer rats buried under the palace. After being cleared, even the mantras in my ears become true.”

"Everything is going to be fine, but I'm still having nightmares."

"Maybe the blow that day was too great. The image of your death seems to be imprinted on my mind and it won't go away no matter what."

"Xiao Yanyu, you are really hateful. Am I affected by you? Why do you see your shadow every day? If you let me remember you forever in this way, then you have succeeded."

Xiao Qiyang laughed out loud, raised his head and drank several sips of wine. For some reason, he drank a lot of wine today, which was rare in the past.

Because he needs to stay awake to deal with countless corrupt officials, as well as those who deceive superiors and hide things from others.

"Xiao Yanyu, look at the snow."

Xiao Qiyang pointed at the scenery in the distance soberly, not letting him see the prosperity of the Sheng Dynasty, but the ordinary snow.

Obviously this snow can be seen every year, but at first Xiao Qiyang only had fun with it, such as snowball fights and building snowmen.

But since that day when Xiao Yanyu said he wanted to see snow, he fell in love with snow so much that he couldn't control it. He stared at the snow in a daze at the window several times, staying there all afternoon, and even delayed his morning appointments several times.

Xiao Qiyang picked up the snow in his hand and suddenly smashed it on Xiao Yanyu's wordless tombstone several times in a row, as if he wanted to break it.

Then Xiao Qiyang drank the wine violently. Except for the few sips given to Xiao Yanyu at the beginning, every drop of the remaining wine went into his stomach.

The next second, Xiao Qiyang stood up unsteadily and smashed the wine bottle on the ground. "Crack!" The wine bottle fell apart, causing the brazier to tremble.

Then he stopped going crazy and stood quietly, raising his head and looking at the falling snowflakes in the sky.

It took so long that his head, shoulders, and clothes were covered with snow, and he looked like a snowman.

There was no noise behind him. If the servants saw him like this, they would quickly say, "Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!" "The dragon body is the most important thing!" "Bring Your Majesty back to the palace quickly!" and so on.

It's better to be quiet like this.

After an unknown amount of time, the snow stopped. No... someone used an umbrella to block the wind and snow for him.

who is it?

If it was a servant, how could there be no sound?

Xiao Qiyang's eyes were red and his face was drunk. He slowly moved his head and saw the person who shocked him.

It was Qin Yao.

Qin Yao was seen wearing plain white clothes. His hair was very long, half tied behind his waist with a white jade hairpin, and he had a gentle temperament.But the breath is silent and no one can notice it.

He held up a red umbrella to shield him from the wind and snow. The two looked at each other silently for a moment, and finally Qin Yao sighed, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, so you will get cold."

Xiao Qiyang smiled and shook his head, "I often do this, I'm used to it."

"..." Qin Yao glanced at the wordless tombstone and already knew about the palace change in the human world. He already had a conclusive guess in his mind and said: "I was too busy at the time to go and help. I'm sorry."

Xiao Qiyang: "No, Brother Qin, this is the intertwining thread between the two of us. No one can help."

"Ah, that's right! Brother Qin is a god now. It's hard to maintain the world. I've ordered the people below to create many gold statues for you. I hope you won't dislike it."

Qin Yao said helplessly: "I don't need it..."

Xiao Qiyang shook his head firmly, "How can you not have faith in God? I will definitely make Brother Qin have a steady stream of faith and make him extremely rich!"

At this moment, he seemed to be back to his former lively self.

The two chatted for a long time. Qin Yao was silent for a while, looked at the tombstone, and said softly: "His soul should not have entered reincarnation yet. Maybe I can bring it back and rebuild the body."

He did not continue what he said next, because the decision-making power rested with Xiao Qiyang.

Xiao Qiyang's smile gradually faded. Looking at the cold tombstone, what he didn't expect was that he actually shook his head.

Assuming that Xiao Yanyu survives, how will the two of them get along again?His father and eldest brother were indeed killed by him. This was an issue of blood feud that could not be avoided, and there was also the obstacle of blood relationship.

Now that I have opened my heart, all the thoughts that I dare not let go under the sun have been revealed, and how to face them.

This life has come to a dead end.

Xiao Qiyang had been in a daze. Even when Qin Yao left, he didn't come back to his senses. He held the red oil paper umbrella in his hand blankly until it got late.

He took one last look at the plum blossom tree. There was no fire on the brazier. He actually used a fire charm to light it again, and took out a sachet from his arms, which was stained with long-lasting blood.

He held it for a while and then threw it into the brazier without hesitation.

In an instant, the sachet was swallowed up by the flames, and Xiao Qiyang's eyes reflected the beauty of the flames. Finally, he said silently, "Xiao Yanyu, this is the last time I come to see you. Goodbye."

He placed the oil-paper umbrella on the tombstone to protect it from the wind and snow, then turned around and left without hesitation.

After he left, the oil-paper umbrella was blown away by a gust of wind, and then a stronger wind blew over the brazier, as if the wind was angry, but the sachet had turned into ashes and scattered in the air. In the air.

Xiao Qiyang's journey back was not smooth. He was so unlucky that he fell onto his back and was covered in snow. After returning to the palace, he was hit by a branch and his nose started to bleed.

But he suffered it silently.

This was his destiny. His luck was so bad and he didn't need others to force him to change it.

In the following period, Xiao Qiyang's unlucky reputation spread throughout the prosperous dynasty.

For example, a person slips and falls into the pool.

"I'll go! Look at that person, he fell so hard..."

"Shut up, shut up! That's His Majesty!"

A man was walking on the road, his shoes got stuck in the cracks of stones, and he made a fool of himself.

"Who is a smart person who can still get his shoes stuck while walking in broad daylight?"

"You want to die - that's His Majesty!"

A man went out to search incognito, and suddenly a cow ran in the distance and rushed in front of him, because his belt was red.

"Why did the cow suddenly rush out? Who is that person, so unlucky?"

"Oh, no need to make a fuss, it must be His Majesty."

Because he was so unlucky, everyone treated him like a treasure, but he could still get a toothache even if he drank water.

But Xiao Qiyang seemed to enjoy it, because... Xiao Yanyu reversed his bad luck, and he must have suffered these, which is quite interesting.

A few years later, Xiao Qiyang passed the throne to his eldest brother's son, and it was this baby who should have inherited the throne.

But he has occupied it for so long and managed the Sheng Dynasty in an orderly manner, so that the current Sheng Dynasty is as prosperous and prosperous as an empty nest, and Chang'an will be peaceful for a long time.

But not long after, news came that Xiao Qiyang had passed away.

It is said that he died in depression.

Xiao Qiyang is 30 years old.

Buried in the Southern Imperial Mausoleum.