Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

The young man has a long body and a sword in his back. His long tassels are wrapped around the scroll of the painting, and the word "Qingyun" is clearly mentioned on the hilt of the sword.

The god looked back with compassion in his eyes, and there were thousands of people sitting down.

The red rope hangs down from the left wrist, which greatly conflicts with the black and white painting.

The exposed half of the side face was so beautiful that it directly hit Qi Sui's heart, beating violently.

His heart couldn't stop twitching, and he read the young man on the ancient scroll again in disbelief.

His eyes finally settled on the inscription in the upper right corner.

——"Praying for Sui"

A smile finally appeared on He Ping's serious face.

He pointed at the person in the painting and said to the young man beside him almost crazily: "His name is Qi Sui, and you are also Qi Sui! I believe you are familiar with the person in the painting, right?"

Qi Sui touched his face subconsciously.

"It's just the same name. I don't know what you are talking about."

After three thousand worlds, the appearance of the host in each world will change, but the face on the scroll is all too familiar to him.

But, it shouldn’t be like this——

He never asked any mortal to sacrifice for him!

He Ping suddenly lost control and rushed forward, grabbing his shoulders with both hands. His eyes were swollen with red bloodshot eyes.

Possessed with evil terror!

"I was not 100% sure before, but now I am sure, I am 100% sure!"

"Stop quibbling, Qisui, it's you, it must be you! The gods we have worshiped for thousands of years, the gods our Miao tribe sacrificed with countless Yin spirits!"

"The ancestors left their last words. Tens of millions of years from now, a person with the same name as the god will appear in the Miao tribe. Even if his appearance is different, he will definitely be the reincarnation of the god! Find him and protect our peace!"

"Get away!!"

Qi Sui couldn't bear it anymore and knocked the man to the ground.

His emotions were so intense that he couldn't control himself, and the boy's whole body was shaking.

"What are you talking nonsense about?"

Qi Sui ripped off the scroll above his head and ruthlessly tore the so-called god's portrait into pieces.

It hit He Ping in front of him with an angry sound.

"Don't say it's an order from the gods. I've never asked anyone to sacrifice for me! I don't need your offerings!"

He Ping looked at him blankly and said with a smile:

"So do you admit it? You are the god that our Miao tribe has been protecting for generations."

Qi Sui was choked for a moment and could not speak.

In the past tens of millions of years, he has traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, even to the chaos of the universe, and to the Three Thousand Worlds thousands of times.

But he really didn't have any memory of this place.

But the person on the scroll is indeed himself, and there is no way to refute it.

I only heard He Ping say: "We are willing to worship you and provide peace to our Miao territory with a living sacrifice once every three years!"

He offered sacrifices and sacrifices, but he refused to admit that he was evil by eating alive people!

Qi Sui lost control and knocked over the incense burner beside him.

The foggy dust immediately trapped the light in the entire ancestral hall.

Qi Sui trembled in the haze, the pure white flame in his palm also became turbid, and he began to choke.

"I said, I don't need your sacrifice! I don't need the lives of living people. I am no longer a god, and I can't protect you!"

"Qing Yun doesn't recognize me anymore, and Chu Ci doesn't want me anymore... The God Realm has abandoned me like a worn out shoe. I can't even protect myself, so who can I protect?"

Qi Sui grabbed the old man's collar and forced him to come closer to him. His breath was disordered and uneven.

The lips were red and bleeding from the bite.

Emphasize every word.

"You remember, I don't need believers. I was born as a god, and it is my duty to protect the common people. If you sacrifice for me, am I a god or a devil?"

"God has no instructions. No matter how much you believed in me, I don't need your belief now! I was once a god, not an evil thing or an evil spirit!"

He Ping was horrified, and the strength of his hands relaxed.

When he reacted again, the young man in the ancestral hall had disappeared.

The scroll on the ground was torn to pieces, and only the color of the red rope stood out, reflecting the scorching light of the fire.

He Ping coughed in the ashes and still murmured:

"The gods descend from Miao territory, and Qingyun protects all living beings."

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Qi Sui walked on the secluded path in the jungle, his steps were very slow.

The environment is humid after the rain, and the air smells of rotting leaves. The knee injured two days ago also hurts slightly.

He was a little confused, going back and forth in self-doubt.

Is it true that the "god" he has been scolding for so long is himself?

What did he scold...

The more Qi Sui thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head and walked forward on his own. He was bored to death.

I must have a fight with Canaan when I go back to vent my anger.

If you dare to quarrel with him again, your head will be knocked crooked by him!

It was getting late and Qi Sui had just arrived downstairs in the stilted building. There were no lights on in the house, so he guessed that Canaan was not at home.

Just as he was about to go upstairs, the familiar sound of silver bells suddenly sounded in his ears.

From far to near, the young man's urgent voice came from behind.

"Suisui!"

As soon as Qi Sui turned around, he was immediately hugged by someone who rushed up to him, and his cheek was pressed against the cold silver.

The refreshing smell of licorice fills the nose.

Qi Sui's heart was also shaky.

Canaan stretched out his hand and touched the young man's earlobe with his fingertips. His chest was still heaving due to excessive running.

"Suisui, where have you been so early in the morning? I can't find you anywhere. You didn't come back from lunch. I've already reheated dinner twice."

It's like resentment, grievance, and pitiful.

"Canaan..."

Qi Sui choked up and couldn't hold back for a moment, and tears fell down.

"Canaan, I won't quarrel with you. Let's make peace. I'm so sad now. Can you coax me, coax me..."

"Why are you crying? It's my fault that we stopped arguing. I was the one who spoke harshly. Don't be sad, okay?"

Canaan was anxious and quickly raised his face to look at the person.

"Who bullied you?"

His face was all stained and he looked ugly from crying.

Seeing the slight swelling on the young man's lips, he instantly became angry, "Did that guy He Cang kiss you? Did he force you?"

He said that He Cang, the boy who kept shouting that he wanted to take Suisui out of Miao territory, definitely had bad intentions!

Canaan pretended to go to him to settle the score, but Qisui caught him and explained:

"No, I bit it myself. I didn't go find him today."

"Then where have you been? Are you hungry?"

Canaan wiped away the tears on the young man's face with his fingers, feeling extremely distressed.

Qi Sui looked at the person in front of him, and the words he just said in the ancestral hall seemed to have taken root in his heart, and he could never forget them.

There was an obvious cry in the young man's voice, and he was completely emotionally broken.

"Canaan, the god you have worshiped for generations is me, the god you sacrifice once every three years is me, and the monster that eats living people alive is me..."

"What did you say?"

Canaan was confused when he heard this.

Qi Sui's lips curved downward uncontrollably, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, then fell down his chin onto the back of the young man's hand.

"What I mean is that I am the god that the Miao people have worshiped for thousands of years. That evil thing that has harmed countless people is me."