Come wear it, come to die

The woman's sharp purple nails slid gently over the man's rough cheeks, her pointed chin rested on the broad shoulders, and her red lips stuck to his ear.

"Did you see it? Your younger brother exudes silvery blood." The nails slid down the cheeks, neck and collarbone, leaving shocking scars: "Different from you, you are just the lowest creature, you will get sick, you You will grow old, and you will die soon..." I saw that he came to his heart.

Ming's eyes widened, and he found that he couldn't move his body.

"Who are you, you are not Mi..."

The woman let out a low chuckle, her fingernails cut his clothes, pierced his chest, and blood flowed out: "I am your partner Mi, just like the Venerable Tiandao in the shrine, from a nihilistic god, Therefore, you and your younger brother are God's servants."

"What's the meaning……"

"Unfortunately, your lifespan will end soon, and the brother you miss so much will be alone in that empty shrine..."

"What are you trying to say?" Ming's eyes were red.

"Do you miss God?"

These words made Ming take a deep breath, and his heart beat rapidly.

"You love your brother because the mother who loves you the most bought it with her own life. You hate your brother because he made you lose the mother who loves you the most. You envy your brother because He has been the same for decades, his appearance has not changed, and he will live forever. You are jealous of your younger brother, because he can become a god in the future..."

Mi's words kept echoing in Ming's head, he felt a dark power surge in his heart, his wide eyes turned from black to a strange blood red, and the woman close behind him gradually turned into a red snake Drilled into the blood hole in his chest, entangled in his heart.

The veins in the arm were swollen, as if something was spinning around in the flesh of the arm.

"what--"

Ming screamed in pain, his palms were torn apart, and the bright red blood dripped into the silver-glowed blood in front of him. The strange red light exploded brightly, flickering slightly in the dark room.

After an unknown amount of time, Ming woke up from the pain and dizziness. When he opened his eyes, he saw a simple, non-patterned pen placed in front of him.

——Pick it up, and you can become a god who manipulates fate! !

A voice sounded in his heart, bewitching him constantly, asking him to pick up the pen.

There was loud thunder, wind and thunder staggered, the sky was covered with thick clouds, and another storm was coming. Tong Xianjun's body trembled, he woke up from his sleep, sat up in a daze, and rubbed his eyes.

"The storm is coming again."

"Yes." Looking at the storm outside the palace, Tiandao's eyes flickered slightly.

……

Mr. Tong prayed a little distressed, every time he wanted to leave the shrine before, Master Tiandao would have a gloomy expression of dissatisfaction, but this time he didn't say anything, so he was told to leave the shrine quickly, and also asked him to bring V587 with him.

He took out the V587 and touched it. For some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.

When Mingming left the shrine, the sky was still clear and blue, but as Mr. Tong prayed towards Ming's house, the sky gradually became darker, and an icy cold wind blew at some point.

Gently rubbing his arms, Tong Xianjun jumped in his heart, something was wrong, there seemed to be no trace of life here, except for the sound of the gust of wind, there was no human voice, and there was a strangeness everywhere.

But he couldn't stop his footsteps, so he could only follow his memory and continue to the place where Ming lived.

"Brother, I'm back." Same as before, came to the door and whispered into the house.

But the room was not the same as before, and Ming responded quickly.

"Brother?" He called again, but still didn't get a response. Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, he said, "Is anyone there? I want to come in."

Mr. Tong prayed in and looked at the room, but there was no one there. No wonder no one responded. Mr. Tong prayed to sit in the room for a while, waiting for his brother to come back.

Just as he walked towards the stool in the house, a strange red glow lit up in the darkness of the roof. It was a pair of vertical pupils that glowed red in the darkness.

The vertical pupils slowly approached the back of Mr. Tongxian, leaving behind the cover of darkness, and finally saw his true face clearly. It was actually a red snake swallowing black letters. Bite down the back of Jun's neck.

Danger!

In my memory, I seemed to hear the warning, my eyes narrowed slightly, and I turned around with lightning speed. At the same time, my seemingly weak, slender and slender hands rushed out like the wind, pinching the ferocious snake head that was biting me.

It's just that the snake was obviously more cunning, with a twist of its slender body, although Tong Xianjun pinched the snake's mouth with his hand, he was not bitten, but his finger was scratched by the snake's horn.

The slight stabbing pain caused Tong Xianjun to slam the red snake in his hand to the ground. Tong Xianjun's seemingly random movements in a panic were not lethal, but he is already a demigod now. The red snake fell into a puddle of flesh.

Tong Yanjun panted heavily, opened his eyes wide and looked at the pool of blurred flesh and blood on the ground, his heart was beating wildly like it was about to explode.

What the hell is this?

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion of thunder outside the house, which startled Tong Xianjun, and a woman's terrifying laughter suddenly echoed in the darker room.

"Who is it?" For some reason, he felt that the woman's laughter sounded familiar.

"Hehe, the Heavenly Dao, who has no desires and desires, is actually emotional, and even tried his best to consume his own power to make you a demigod, separated by two worlds."

This actually directly calls the name of Heavenly Dao?Everyone in this world knows that there is a shrine in the center, and the god of this world lives in the shrine, and everyone calls this god: Venerable.

And this woman obviously knows not only so little, but the body of a demigod consumes strength?

But at this moment, he doesn't want to waste time with this woman anymore, he only has the way of heaven in his heart.

Not caring about the torrential rain outside the house, Tong Xianjun rushed into the storm, amidst the rushing raindrops and whirring, he vaguely heard a woman's voice echoing: It's too late...

Lord Tiandao, wait for me.

Facing the violent wind and rain, Tong Xianjun scrambled and scrambled towards the direction of the shrine. It was obviously only a day's journey for him, but he couldn't move an inch under the barrier of the storm.

The white robe on his body was stained with mud, his nails had been opened due to his stable figure in the strong wind, and the blood that flowed out was washed away by the rain, but he still persisted in moving forward.

Soon, the shrine is not far away.

As he moved forward step by step, Tong Yanjun didn't realize that his appearance was also changing. His satin-like black hair seemed to be fading, becoming gray and dull, and his smooth skin was gradually losing its elasticity and becoming slack. , Fine lines appear, he is actually getting old, it seems that something is constantly flowing out of his body.

The V587 that was carried on the body seemed to feel something, the start indicator light flickered slowly, and the system started to run slowly, absorbing most of the power flowing out of Mr. Tong's body.

When Tong Xianjun finally came to the stone ladder leading to the shrine, suddenly, the rain curtain exploded with soaring light. Even through the rain curtain, you can clearly see the entanglement of gold and red. It is obviously weak, but it is Not giving in to each other.

"Master Tiandao..." whispered softly, as if that name could bring him endless strength, Tong Xianjun climbed the stairs against the strong wind.

He can't stop, he must go back to the shrine, and to Lord Tiandao's side.

……

When Tong Xianjun braved the storm and finally climbed to the last step of the stone ladder, the majestic and sacred shrine that stood before his eyes began to collapse.

"Master Tiandao..." He shouted hoarsely, completely ignoring the collapsed shrine, stumbled and staggered into it.

What did he see?His elder brother held up a huge ax to split the Wheel of Heaven in two.

"don't want--"

The sound of a sharp weapon splitting flesh and blood resounded, and the dazzling bright red blood splashed on the dilapidated silver wheel.

"inverse--"

He could no longer tell who was calling him, and his eyes that gradually became foggy could vaguely see the familiar golden glow, and his mouth that was bleeding continuously opened and closed slightly, calling softly: Lord Tiandao——

The last blow resisted by the body still failed to prevent the fate of the wheel of heaven being split, and the speed of the collapse of the shrine intensified.

The half of the wheel of heaven that Tong Xianjun would not let go even if his life was exhausted, slid into the dark abyss with the collapse of the shrine.

One hand stretched out, trying to pull the fallen person back, but it was knocked away by the other half of the Wheel of Heaven that was about to fall.

In the endless darkness, he didn't know where he was going, and a soft low voice came from his ear: I love you, baby.

He felt a force wrapping him gently, leading him to fly to a certain place, but the familiar feeling gradually became thinner.

"don't want……"

Gently murmured, crystal clear tears burst out, the light in the middle of the slowly rotating silver wheel dissipated, Tong Xianjun's body fell backwards, and was embraced by Tiandao.

"I'm here, don't cry."

His body trembled slightly, and the man hugged him tightly, merging the sealed memory, it was as if he had experienced two lives in an instant, the heart-piercing shocking feeling, he needed time to calm down.

Tong Xianjun is a very tenacious person, and soon he sorted out his emotions, raised his head from Tiandao's arms, his eyes were a little red.

"Master Tiandao..." He whispered softly, which belonged to Ni's gentleness and softness.

"Well, my baby." Tiandao chuckled and kissed him on the forehead: "I finally waited for you."

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