Reborn, being taken care of by the enemy Empress blocking the resurrection point

why?

Luo Baijiang raised his head and looked at the door with the house number 04 on it. His light brown eyes seemed to be distorted by the anger of jealousy.

His clenched fists suddenly unclenched, the anger in his eyes seemed to be extinguished instantly by the turbulent tsunami, and his head bowed deeper.

Dejected, he returned to his room and sat on the white bed.

He came to the bathroom and raised his head to look at himself through the mirror. There was a hint of cowardice hidden in his eyes that was difficult to get rid of.

So he lowered his head again.

However, as if God was deliberately against him, the faucet in the bathroom opened inexplicably and crystal clear water filled the sink.

The calm water was like a mirror, once again reflecting the Luobai River like a defeated dog.

"What the hell are you doing!" Luo Baijiang scolded in a low voice.

The faucet was turned off, but the water in the sink vibrated strangely, causing ripples, and sounds came from the sink.

The voice was lazy and sarcastic, and every word expressed sadness for his misfortune and anger for his inability to fight.

"What else can I do? Let you see yourself clearly. How desperate and unsightly you are now!"

Luo Baijiang did not respond, but stretched out his hand to drain the water from the sink.

"You can't get rid of me without killing yourself."

The tone of that all-pervasive voice was cordial, as if the two were biological brothers whom they had not seen for a long time, but the words they spoke made people shudder.

Luo Baijiang left the bathroom and collapsed helplessly on the white bed, "What do you want to do?"

The shadows of the room surged, and a tall figure walked out of the shadows, and a heroic face with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes appeared.

It was Luo Baijiang's face.

"I said can you please stop using my face?"

"How can you say that?" The figure was not polite. He didn't know where he found the wine, so he picked up two glasses and poured out the wine.

The amber whiskey was poured into the crystal clear glass, and the man sighed as he looked at the wine he had just prepared.

"Too bad there's no ice."

Then he handed him another glass of whiskey to Luo Baijiang, who was lying on the bed, "If you can't sleep, drink some."

Luo Baijiang did not reach out to receive the drink but looked up at the figure who looked exactly like him, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Of course I'm here to help you." "Luo Baijiang" grinned. His smile was kind and warm, like the gardenias blooming all over the mountains and plains.

"You?" Luo Baijiang sneered disdainfully, "What you mean by helping me is asking me to take refuge in the gods? Become a lackey of the gods!"

"How can you say that?" "Luo Baijiang" frowned and complained: "I told you that you are a god! You are not a thief who steals power!"

"But I am human!"

"Look what kind of human being you are!" "Luo Baijiang" strode forward and reached out to hold Luo Baijiang's wrist lying on the bed and lift up his clothes.

The thick and well-muscled arms were covered with a layer of fine scales. The scales were only found in a few locations and were extremely delicate. Most people could not see them at all.

"Get out! Don't touch me!" Luo Baijiang twisted his arms and tried to break free from "Luo Baijiang", but it was to no avail.

"You still don't want to accept it! You are a dragon! The supreme dragon god!" "Luo Baijiang" raised his head, and at this time his light brown eyes turned into pure gold as bright as the sun!

"Look into my eyes Luo Baijiang! Find yourself!"

"roll!"

Luo Baijiang stood up like a carp, stood up and kicked "Luo Baijiang". "Luo Baijiang" was kicked back with such force.

The crisp sound of a wine glass falling to the ground was heard, and the meticulous suit on "Luo Baijiang" became messy due to this violent kick.

But he was not angry. Those eyes emitted light like candlelight in the dark environment, illuminating his face covered with delicate scales.

His expression finally lost its previous kindness, and instead became a little twisted and hateful, "Luo Baijiang, what are you pretending to be! Do the people I killed have nothing to do with you?"

"I didn't kill that!" Luo Baijiang half-knelt by the bed and roared hysterically. Finally, he sat on the edge of the bed sleepily, holding his head in his hands.

"You and I are one! I hate what you hate! I love what you love! I also want to kill the people you want to kill, but I'm not as cowardly as you!"

"To shut up!"

"Why should I listen to you, a loser!" "Luo Baijiang" quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to grab Luo Baijiang's collar and lift him up.

The two people's foreheads were pressed together, and "Luo Baijiang's" dazzling golden eyes seemed to pierce Luo Baijiang's eyes.

"Look into my eyes, you are Dragon God Sikong Longxiang! You are one of the supreme monarchs in this world!"

"Get out!" Luo Baijiang pushed Sikong Longxiang's shoulder hard, but it was meaningless. He was known for his physical strength, but at this time he was as weak as a child.

"Don't be afraid, no one here can hear what you say, just say it! Tell your true thoughts, and then recall our past glory!"

Sikong Longxiang's exposed skin at this time was covered with a layer of scales that exuded a metallic luster and had no visible color.

He looked so noble and majestic, and his tone sounded like a persuasive mentor, but also like a high-ranking emperor.

"I want you to die!" Luo Baijiang's light brown eyes burst into fierce light, and he thrust one hand into Sikong Longxiang's chest.

Sikong Longxiang was like a doll whose wind had been taken out. He let go of his hand in disbelief and looked blankly at Luo Baijiang, who was holding his heart in his hand.

His face was full of anger, but at this moment he showed a smile of relief, and murmured to himself: "This is right! If you encounter someone who makes you unhappy, just kill him!"

Sikong Longxiang's tall body fell down leaning on the small sofa next to the dining table, but the strange thing was that his suit was still clean and tidy, without any trace of blood stains.

Luo Baijiang knelt on the ground, breathing heavily. His eyes were dim and unclear in the dark environment, but there was a faint golden color in his eyes.

"Kill?" He kept chanting like he was possessed, "Hahahaha!"

A sharp and sad laughter echoed in this small room.

Sikong Longxiang's body disappeared, the light golden color in his eyes also disappeared, and he stopped his crazy laughter.

He looked at the small room with a dull look on his face. The interior of the room was still clean and tidy, and even the sheets had only traces of him lying on them.

It seems that nothing like what just happened happened here.

Luo Baijiang leaned against the bed and sat there dejectedly. His hands were still as white as jade, without a trace of blood.

He stared blankly.

Suddenly, the small skylight above the high-speed train slowly opened, letting in bright moonlight.

Two glasses were placed neatly on the dining table, containing amber-like whiskey...

……

Can it still be considered a card this time? I have three hundred and three hundred million wines. I am a good drinker. I want a reward. I want five stars!

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