blood sacrifice

There was no expected coldness, no pain of instant tearing of flesh and blood, but instead a warmth, a warm embrace.

Opening his eyes in surprise, he stared blankly at the magnified handsome face in front of him, the indescribable worry and panic in his blue eyes, his calm face changed, and he couldn't help trembling slightly with his arms tightly wrapped around him, piercing him. It hurts.

Mozun made a backhand, abruptly swiping the future man away two steps.

Immediately after, Bai Yuan and Mo rushed over, one left and one right, restrained the person and pressed them to the ground, and the other four lined up side by side one by one, kneeling on one knee in fear: "This subordinate is late, please forgive me."

On the palm of the hand, there are large patches of warm, bloody red, and he is not injured at all. Whose blood could it be? !

Why……

Lowering her head, Rong Ye murmured silently.

Why do you always make such misleading actions after repeated hurt, humiliation and disdain? !

Delusional yourself might be different for you!

Delusional yourself might be special to you!

But every time you think that delusion is the truth, you tear the cruel reality in front of me again!

Week after week!Week after week! !

Why can't you let me go! ...

Shouting silently, there was a wry smile on the corner of his lips.

Mei Ji wanted to go forward to check the demon's injury, but seeing the demon's menacing aura like Shura's, she was struggling to move forward and dared not go forward.

Turning around to face the strange man who was suppressed on the ground and couldn't move but could not stop struggling, Mozun narrowed his blue eyes dangerously, although he didn't seem to be panicked just now, but he was still furious, his arms that hadn't retreated from the shock squeezed Rong Ye tightly. Tightly imprisoned in his arms, unwilling to let go.

"Who sent you here, what is your purpose, how many people are there, where are they, and how did you get in touch?" A series of questions were pressed one after another like marbles.

But the man chuckled noncommittally when he heard the words, and stared at Rong Ye who was held in the arms of the Demon Venerable with cold eyes: "Idiots are talking about dreams! I don't regret not killing this jerk!"

Youlan's deep pupils suddenly narrowed, "There are too many ways to make people speak, but I think you will like all of them."

There was a cold and bloody smile on Zhang Kuang Mo Mei's face.

Bai Yuan and Mo escorted him away knowingly.

"Scary man! You are a complete bastard, you have lost all the face of the Protoss! You are twisting your waist like a woman all day long, and your ass is being fucked by a man. You still have to be shameless. Do you have any shame!!"

"Being born from the same origin as you is the greatest shame of our whole family!! Brazen and shameless, why don't you die, why don't you die!!"

"Jian Ren, you have no sense of shame for betraying your people, you will have retribution! You will have retribution! Jian Ren!..."

Wanton abuse and insults reverberated throughout the empty sky, even though Bai Yuan covered his mouth, he still stubbornly groaned and cursed.

The sound went farther and farther and became weaker until it disappeared, but every word seemed to still linger in Rong Ye's ears.

The red pupils filled with anger and shame, the contemptuous gaze that wished to rush forward and tear up his body into ten thousand pieces and eat it into his stomach, and he swung his deadly sword at him without hesitation...

These are the clansman, relatives, brothers, and friends that he tried his best to protect, and this is the clansman who once worshiped and longed to chase after him!

But they didn't know that such subversiveness could be achieved in just a few days, and that the efforts that had been devoted to life, dignity, and pride for nearly a thousand years could be so easily passed by!

It turned out that in the eyes of the clansmen, he was so unbearable, and in the eyes of the clansmen, he was a stain of the clan that could not get rid of it. It turned out that he had no place for himself in the god clan.

The world is so big that it has no home of its own...

God of War, no longer endowed with bright hope and nobility, at this moment, is nothing more than lowly and dirty...

Feeling the subconscious trembling of the person in his arms, looking at the indifferent smile with his head lowered as if he didn't hear it from beginning to end, looking at the instantly pale and bloodless cheeks, the dull pain in his chest made the Mozun dizzy and unbearable.

I knew early on that this would be the result, I knew early on that there were a lot of messages in the God's Domain, and the Protoss couldn't wait to deal with it, and I had taken precautions in advance not to reveal a word, but the impenetrable Palace of Demons left and moved to the east with the army all the way. It is inevitable that there will be omissions in Zhengxi's palace.

Now when it is time to face it, I realize how difficult it is. I don’t want to look at his disheartened expression, I don’t want to look at his self-abandoned eyes, I don’t want to look at his forced smile that seems to be a matter of course, I don’t want to see it. Seeing him trembling but pretending to be calm...

"If you're sad, just cry...it'll be better if you cry..."

His heart was filled with pain, he hugged her tightly in his arms and refused to let go, fearing that if he let go, such a crystal clear person like colored glass would shatter and disappear before his eyes.

Pressing Rong Ye's head on his shoulder, he felt a gentle comfort that he had never felt before, but his eyes were full of blood: I will make everyone who hurt you pay the price!

Little did he know that what hurt him was not only those gossip...

Suddenly buried his head on Mozun's shoulder, his blue eyes were desolate and dead silent, and his breath was filled with the familiar breath of a man, which made Rong Ye feel even more ridiculous and ironic.

cry?Why are you crying, and who are you crying for? !

The words are still in my ears, harsh but indisputable, every word he said is actually an irrefutable fact!

Wronged, angry, humiliated?

The one who had been hesitant and confused, and who had taken out the body-protecting divine orb without hesitation, no longer had the qualifications!

Xiajian, biaozi, wave-hoof-zi...

What is wrong with what he said...

Oh, from the beginning to the end it was just a farce, and I was just a joke, you disdain it, but I am willing!

Even your only friend can be easily betrayed and played with wantonly, but now you want to add more fun to this crying, making trouble and hanging yourself!

Didn't you arrange the director's interpretation of this all by yourself!Now who is he here to pretend to be a good person, who is he showing his hypocritical eyes to? !

Look, those ghostly attendants who have always been close to you don't want to be this boring audience anymore!

Both fists are clenched tightly, but the trimmed and round nails are buried in the tender palms, and the bubbling bright red seems to be the last bit of emotional catharsis...

"Report!—" The soldiers hurried all the way to the main hall to report the military situation, seeing the expressions in the hall embracing each other with affection, such a warm picture of you and me, they couldn't help but stop their voices immediately, and hurriedly knelt down and bowed their heads, He secretly scolded himself for not having eyes, if he disturbed Mo Zun's interest, he wouldn't know how he died!

The movement of caressing the silver hair with comfort and affection was broken by the sudden military situation, Mozun frowned in dissatisfaction: "Say!"

"The six archangels led the armies of the gods, and the army is overwhelming the border, and they are already outside the camp."

"Why didn't you report earlier, what are you all doing for food!" Mozun straightened his body with a face full of wind and rain.

"This... for some reason, they seemed to appear out of thin air, and by the time we found out, they were already in front of us..."

Recalling that just now, all kinds of things are still vivid in my mind. Although it is unimaginable and unseen, it is indeed true, so I don't know whether Mozun believes it or not.

Cold sweat broke out on the forehead but dared not wipe it off.

"Heh!" Mozun sneered, his blue eyes narrowed dangerously, and he cast his eyes out of the window, "Liao Feng!"

Gritting his teeth, he squeezed out between his teeth, and his gloomy tone made the hairs stand on end.

Swinging back the man, getting up, the skirt trembled slightly, the magic power instantly filled and roamed around the body, pulled the cloak thrown aside to cover the deep wound on the back, and before leaving, he still did not forget to instruct Mel Have a good night's rest.

Pampering and nostalgic caressing her pale cheeks, she suddenly felt uncontrollable restlessness in her heart, unwilling to let go of this warm touch, unwilling to let go of such a fragile and helpless melting night at this moment, as if something would change after leaving. irreparable...

"My lord..." The six people who quickly dealt with the assassin came back, and what they saw was the love between their son and daughter who rarely showed their true feelings in front of the enemy of their lord. The expressions of the six people were different, but no one dared to speak.

"Standby!" As expected, there was no response.

He hasn't spoken to himself for a long time...

Mozun felt a little disappointed, but then turned around and left without staying.

The setting sun is like blood, and the vast expanses of blood on the horizon are printed with the billowing smoke of war, so bewitching and intimidating, it is astonishingly beautiful, but it is also beautifully heartbreaking.

The two dark forces on the vast land faced each other and were in a stalemate, and neither side acted rashly.

The Mozun who hurried over stopped in the sky above the demon formation, looking down at the six angels lined up opposite.

The dazzlingly white wings are particularly eye-catching on the land that has been burned by the flames of war, and the six Nether servants who followed them also stood in order, and they lined up in a semi-arc, keeping a certain distance from the demon king, each of them focused their eyes. Stand by.

"Tsk tsk, I thought it was something sacred, but with the backing of the elves, you gods really think you can challenge the demons and want to be on an equal footing with us?" He whispered softly, but the sound waves containing magic power undoubtedly encouraged thousands of people present. The eardrums of tens of thousands of demon warriors.

Hearing this, the demon army laughed unscrupulously, the seemingly noisy formation was not chaotic at all, while the god army was about to move, all of them looked furious with red eyes.

"You!..." The fifth archangel, Yinyue, was the first to lose her composure. She was ashamed and angrily about to draw her sword and slash at it, but was stopped by the three angels beside her, Jesse, who stretched out her long arms.

"We have no intention of going to war, and please Lord Mozun return the younger brother, Seven Angels Melting Night." Archangel Crowe said.