Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

Xie Jingshu was not surprised at all. The only thing he couldn't understand was why the devil named his artifact the Demon-Subduing Sword. It turned out that the devil's mind was not something that others could understand.

"I caught you. How many times have you ruined my good deeds?"

The demon god increased the strength in his hands. "Yeyue," other gods rushed in this direction. The war god looked down with difficulty and said, "Open the formation, don't worry about me."

"Lord God!" "Lord Yeyue God!" The God of War just smiled and urged them to start the battle quickly, but it was obvious that there was loneliness and desolation in his eyes.

Not far away, the God of Literature flew towards the God of War and called out, "Yeyue." The God of War's eyes lit up.

"Feng Yu, hurry up, start the formation,"

The God of War called his name for the first and last time, and tears fell from the eyes of the God of Literature.

"Okay, start the formation." Once the Heaven Punishment Formation is activated, no one will survive inside the formation.

The force with which the God of War gripped the sword became stronger, blood dripped from his fingertips, and the demonic energy had already devoured his spiritual power. He looked at the God of Literature hanging high in the sky.

"Open the formation!" The Heavenly Punishment responded, and the God of War used the last of his strength to fly up and kick the God of Literature away.

Replacing the center of the formation, "Yeyue," Wenshen slapped the barrier of heavenly punishment. This was the last strength of Wushen. "Be a good god,"

Ye Fengci felt indescribably sad, "Master, the God of War is afraid that the God of Literature will perish. The God of Literature said that he is most afraid of going through tribulations, so,"

"So, he will always protect him," Not far away, Xie Jingshu felt the Martial God's gaze looking at him. Time and space intertwined, why did it look so familiar?

"Yeyue, Yeyue,"

Wenshen cried like a little child, and the other four or five gods laughed, "Yeyue, he really doesn't want to leave you."

"Let me in, let me in,"

The punishment from heaven became heavier and heavier. In half an incense stick of time, the gods were reduced to ashes one by one. The God of War fought against the God of Devil the longest, and the God of Devil was suppressed where he was.

The magic circle disappeared, and the God of War fell down.

"Yeyue," "Don't cry, be a good god, heaven and earth,

We will meet one day," Wushen wiped the tears from Wenshen's face, "How can you be so old, but be like a child, really,"

Wenshen's lips trembled, "Yeyue, Yeyue, can you stay with me? I don't want one day, I don't want,"

The tears fell down without cost. Something fell out of the sleeve of the God of War. The dying God of War still struggled to pick it up.

"Don't cry, look, I made this for you, there are... a lot of fun things in it, Liuzhao Lantern,"

It was obvious that by the end, the God of War was speechless, and his body turned transparent. The God of Literature was confused, "I have something for you too, this, this, don't leave, the Mirror of Rebirth."

"It's not pretty," Wushen looked at Wenshen as if he was looking at a child, and said goodbye easily, "But I still... took it." His body turned completely transparent, and Wenshen couldn't catch anything. "Yeyue,"

Wenshen fell to the ground and cried wildly, holding the Liuzhao Lantern. The two artifacts were stained with their blood and tears, and they all recognized their master, as if they were trying to coax Wenshen.

The Liuzhao lantern brought back memories of their past. Wen Shen cried and sat up, gathering all her spiritual power in her hands. Ye Fengci seemed to see

My previous life self, "Master, he wants to commit suicide,"

"Why? Why do you want to commit suicide? Why do you want to commit suicide?" Xie Jingshu seemed to be crazy, rushing over and trying to knock away the spiritual power in Wen Shen's hand.

Ye Fengci rushed over and grabbed his hand, "Master, what's wrong with you?" Xie Jingshu kept using his spiritual power to try to knock away the spiritual power that was condensed into a sword in Wen Shen's hand.

He failed again and again, and Ye Fengci couldn't catch him no matter how hard he tried. "Yeyue, I want to be by your side forever."

The spiritual power passed through his heart, as if it was Xie Jingshu's heart. Xie Jingshu spat out a mouthful of blood in panic, "Who allowed you to do this!"

"Master, calm down, what's wrong with you?" The body of the God of Literature gradually became transparent, just like the God of War disappearing. "Yeyue, I'm here to find you,"

Xie Jingshu desperately used his spiritual power to try to keep Wen Shen, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Jingshu was still emitting spirit energy. "Master," Ye Fengci gathered all his strength in his arms and pulled Xie Jingshu to the ground. Xie Jingshu looked dazed.

He tilted his head and looked at Ye Fengci, then said worriedly, "Master." Fearing that Xie Jingshu would abuse his spiritual power again, Ye Fengci hugged him directly.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Unexpectedly, Xie Jingshu was held like this.

She didn't push him, but as if stimulated, she reached out and hugged the person in front of her. How could Ye Fengci's excitement be expressed in a few words?

But after lying on his shoulder, Xie Jingshu began to cry silently. He was silent at first, and then he sobbed. Ye Fengci realized that he was crying.

"Master, Master, please stop crying, please stop crying," He reached out to wipe the tears from Xie Jingshu's face, "Master, let's go out, it will be fine once we get out, don't cry, don't cry,"

But Xie Jingshu was still crying, he couldn't tell where the tears came from, he felt pain all over. Ye Fengci hugged him in his arms with heartache, "Master, hug me."

Xie Jingshu said like a possessed man, "Hug me." Ye Fengci hugged him tighter, "Master, do you not blame me anymore?"

He kept stroking Xie Jingshu's back. Xie Jingshu was crying and his back was shaking.

Thinking that the war around him had affected Xie Jingshu, Ye Fengci wanted to take him out, but he couldn't bear to let go of the person in his arms.

The kind of smell that would make him feel at ease. As he cried, his body began to feel hot. Ye Fengci accidentally touched Xie Jingshu's neck, "Why is it so hot?"

It was not suitable to stay here for long. Ye Fengci quickly brought Xie Jingshu back to reality from the memory of the artifact. They sat on the top of the cliff, hugging each other.

Xie Jingshu's arms around Ye Fengci gradually loosened, and finally drooped weakly, his head tilted, and he fainted.

"Master," Ye Fengci was at a loss as to what to do due to the sudden burning sensation. He had no choice but to use ice stones to inject spiritual power into Xie Jingshu until his body was no longer hot.

Even his knuckles were stained with a thin layer of powder. Ye Fengci didn't dare to hug him. It was too tiring to sleep sitting up. Xie Jingshu's neck would hurt if he rested his head on his legs. Laying him flat on the ground was the best option.

The breeze blew Xie Jingshu's outer robe. Since he lost his dragon scales, Xie Jingshu dared not wear clothes with a waistband anymore. He always tied it with two simple silk ribbons.

You can still see the narrow waist which is so thin that it can be held with two hands.

Ye Fengci quickly moved his eyes away. He had already let Xie Jingshu down once, and there couldn't be a second time. "Master, you are so beautiful," he wiped the remaining tears from the corners of Xie Jingshu's eyes.

Ye Fengci couldn't help but say it out loud, there is no one in this world who is more handsome than his master.