Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yaowang Valley, a breeding center for mice.

Yue Wuhuan carefully cleaned the cage, changed the food, and checked the health status of each mouse.In these years, in order to get the special mice that Song Qingshi wanted, he put aside the breeding ideas in the data, and tried to use pills and magic circles. In order to achieve the desired effect, he failed many times, and finally found a suitable method , a special mouse is pregnant, and it is likely to give birth to more special mouse babies, forming a stable output.

This group of baby mice will be his engagement gift to Song Qingshi.

Yue Wuhuan wished he could stay in the breeding center for twelve hours, take good care of this pregnant female mouse, so as not to make any mistakes.

Suddenly, the door of the breeding center opened.

Yue Wuhuan froze. There are several mice bred in Yaowang Valley, most of them are ordinary mice, and they are taken care of by apprentices. This room involving special mouse breeding is listed as a restricted area, strictly disinfected, and kept clean , only he, Song Qingshi, and Qingluan can come in.

Song Qingshi went out.

Qingluan would never push the door open like this.

There was no movement in the poisonous mist formation and the barrier, and the Blood King Vine he placed in the dark did not respond, and he could not detect the presence of anyone coming.

Such a thing represents the advent of danger in the world of cultivating immortals.

He looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a beautiful dying prey, and whistled frivolously...

Yue Wuhuan was strictly disinfected when entering the breeding center. Not only did he wear a white robe, but he also put a golden mask on the shelf outside.Now the danger came silently, he was defenseless, he had no time to mobilize the Han Yujue, and covered his face with poison.He could only raise his head, revealing that bright face, and asked softly, "Can I go out?"

In front of him was a strange monk, tall and handsome, wearing a golden feather and black jade robe, carrying countless magic weapons, and a sword flashing around his waist, absolutely extraordinary.He looked at Yue Wuhuan as if watching a joke, and suddenly released a powerful coercion, with bursts of killing intent, sweeping over, forcibly crushing the knees of the ignorant Foundation Establishment cultivator in front of him.

This is the distracted monk.

Yue Wuhuan could hardly stand still, and the mouse next to him was affected by the aftermath of the coercion, and screamed in pain.

This is the most precious little white mouse in Qing Dynasty, and it cannot be injured.

Yue Wuhuan hastily protected the cage with the barrier, and begged: "Please don't kill me here, it will dirty the place, go out and kill me."

The distracted cultivator was a little surprised when he saw that he was holding on and did not kneel down, and then saw the mouse protected by the barrier, frowned in disgust, flicked his fingers, and several wind blades directly lifted the roof, destroyed the wall, and the dust Flying, gravel fell one after another, hitting the cages of mice and the experimental equipment, hundreds of mice died and fled, and years of hard work were destroyed...

Yue Wuhuan tightly hugged the cage containing the pregnant mice, blocking all attacks.

The hair crown was smashed, the long black hair was scattered, the internal organs were injured due to resisting the coercion, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of the mouth...

Yue Wuhuan sat on the ground, looking at the scene in disbelief.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhao Ye, or Yuanyang Xianzun?" The man who claimed to be named Zhao Ye stepped forward, violently snatched the cage of the little white mouse from his arms, and put it on his fingertips to look at it. After looking at it, he said in disgust, "What kind of shit? It's really dirty."

He threw the cage into the air, released several wind blades, and tore it into pieces. After admiring Yue Wuhuan's shocked expression, he pinched a spell with one hand, and a raging fire ignited, burning all the blood and corpses. He smiled and said, "Can you see me?"

Yue Wuhuan turned his gaze back with difficulty, and said vigilantly, "Immortal Yuanyang closed the death gate 800 years ago. Who are you? What enmity do you have with Yaowanggu?"

If a monk has no hope of breaking through, he will try to close the death test, and will never leave the test unless he dies or is promoted.The deeds of monk Yuanyang are recorded in the books of Yaowanggu. He is a very determined distracted monk. In order to break through his cultivation, he has closed the death test for many years. It is said that he has already fallen. How could he leave the test before he broke through? , Looking for someone you don't know?

"Haha, 800 years? I just said that this body has a strange smell, and it grows mushrooms. I almost thought it was a rice dumpling." Zhao Ye laughed and said, "Let me introduce myself again. When I came back from the wild world, I received a temporary task from the system to clean up the mess caused by the rookie."

Yue Wuhuan stared at him blankly, but couldn't understand a word.

Zhao Ye scratched his head. He was a guy with a bad personality. After his death, his soul was entered into the system for some reason, and he was selected as a tasker. He did many tasks with a high degree of completion.This time, the temporary task released by the system was extremely hasty, and half a book was randomly poured into his mind, asking him to get rid of the cannon fodder that changed the fate line, and rescue the real protagonist, and at the same time, there was a strange condition... …

It wants to get more hopeless despair.

Zhao Ye would occasionally receive such missions with additional conditions, and the rewards were extremely generous.

This mission is as simple as a vacation.

"The person who rescued you was called Song Qingshi, right? I've never seen such a stupid rookie," Zhao Ye squatted down, grinning and complaining, "The novice mission has difficulty protection, it's super simple, just let him save the protagonist. How could you save this cannon fodder?"

Yue Wuhuan woke up from the pain of the destruction of the breeding room, he showed just the right amount of fear, grasped the point, and asked cautiously: "What is the protagonist Shou?"

Zhao Ye said: "Bai Zihao, he is the son of luck in this world."

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, then asked: "What about me?"

"You are someone who deserved to die a long time ago," Zhao Ye said when he mentioned the newcomer, he hated iron and steel, "That rookie may not have a good brain, and the protagonist Shou is not kind, at least he is pure in body, and he has never been fucked by a man. ? How could he be mistaken for a rascal and dirty bastard like you?"

Yue Wuhuan trembled slightly.

Zhao Ye saw his fear, struck while the iron was hot, and continued to humiliate him. He described the interesting scenes in the book vividly. Bai Zihao looked at the scene of his marriage, those unbearable gestures, those profligate words, and then looked at him ashamed. Looking at the expression on his face, he sighed happily: "You are really low."

But what a beauty this cheap thing is.

Zhao Ye has also done this kind of mission. What he likes is the protagonist Shou type, clean and cute, simple and easy to coax, easy to shy, as long as he rescues the opponent from the clutches, slaps the vicious villain in the face, sweetly pampers him in the palm of his hand, and happily Roll the sheets and let him live happily ever after, then you can get a high score and end the mission.

He doesn't like Yue Wuhuan's profligate beauty, but looking at the beautiful tear mole under the phoenix eyes, the luxurious and gorgeous facial features, and the slender waist... he feels a little itchy in his heart, even if there are no additional tasks, he still wants to Bully it fiercely until it is pushed into the abyss of despair, and then kill it.He didn't hide the mission because he saw the pride in the opponent's bones from his indomitability, and wanted to deprive him of everything he owned, destroy everything he cared about...and then kill him.

He proficiently used sentence by sentence to humiliate, looking for the weakness in the other party's heart.

Yue Wuhuan only responded, "I don't believe it."

How could such an unbelievable thing be believed?

Zhao Ye had been prepared for a long time. When he accepted the additional task, he adjusted the profile of the rookie rookie, and now he just released it with the water curtain technique for Yue Wuhuan to see.

In the water curtain technique, Song Qingshi's appearance when he took over the system task appeared. Although he had been ill for many years, he was so thin that he was out of shape, not good-looking, with short hair and strange clothes, but Yue Wuhuan still recognized him. With those clearest eyes, this is the boy he likes...

Song Qingshi swears to a strange ball in a strange space: "I have read tens of thousands of books, and I have a vivid memory. I have a wealth of knowledge in medicine and nursing. I have taken psychology as an elective, which can solve all the physical and mental trauma of the protagonist. Lian... has rich experience in love, likes to communicate, absolutely, definitely can complete the task!"

……

Yue Wuhuan's eyes widened, and he was stunned for a long time. After the water curtain technique disappeared, he finally came back to his senses, and begged in a panic: "I don't believe it. When I want to see you, I will ask him! "

"You won't see it anymore," Zhao Ye smiled and said the cruelest words, "He made a big mistake, failed the mission, and was arrested and punished."

Yue Wuhuan was surprised: "What punishment?"

"I failed once and my memory was washed away, so I forgot what the punishment was. It should be terrible." Zhao Ye tilted his head and thought for a while, but couldn't remember it. He smiled and said, "Don't think about it." , he won’t come back to save you, you might as well beg me, maybe I can be merciful and spare your life.”

In the books given to him by the system, Yue Wuhuan is a wild and brainless beauty in a vase. The physique of mortal cultivation is not good, and his foundation building cultivation base should be piled up by pills.Now that Song Qingshi has been captured, this ant that can be crushed to death with one finger is really not worth spending any thought on.On the contrary, the tricks between the beds in the book are very interesting, and he also wants to see if the serving skills of this cannon fodder are as attractive as described in the book.If the service is good, he doesn't mind coaxing him, let him live a few more days, and kill him when he gets tired of playing.

Yue Wuhuan lowered his head, tremblingly said: "I beg the immortal to spare my life..."

The fire in the breeding room was almost burnt out, leaving countless black ash and sparks dancing in the wind.

Zhao Ye came over, lifted Yue Wuhuan's chin, and said ambiguously, "It depends on how you behave."

Yue Wuhuan was stunned for a while, then tremblingly stretched his fingers towards the belt of the golden feather black jade robe.

As soon as he touched it, Zhao Ye caught him, dragged him in his palm and looked it over, and couldn't help but praise: "You really have beautiful hands, they are most suitable for serving men, but it's a pity that there are more calluses, you should take good care of them." .”

He likes to play with the hands of beauties the most in sex, and Yue Wuhuan has the most beautiful hands he has ever seen in his life. These hands alone are worth playing with for half a month.

Yue Wuhuan trembled more and more, he gently withdrew his hand, and after wasting a lot of effort, he finally took off his belt and opened the defensive formation of the cassock, then looked at Zhao Ye with begging eyes, and spoke in a very loud voice. Gentle, but with a little excitement of desire: "Wuhuan can do a lot of tricks, and I will definitely be able to serve the immortal to my heart's content..."

What a nice voice, it must be even more attractive when screaming on the bed.

Zhao Ye stretched out his hand, wanting to savor the beauty of this country.

Yue Wu laughed and took two steps back: "Don't worry."

Suddenly, countless fiery red vines sprouted from the ground, frantically wrapping around Zhao Ye's body.

Zhao Ye realized that the little mouse still wanted to resist, but in the face of the crushing force, what's the use of taking off the vestment?With a sneer, he easily tore the vines apart, and the vines fell into the fire, burning and emitting a lot of sparks.Immediately afterwards, more blood king vines surged up, trying to separate him from his pursuit, but it was in vain.He walked towards the struggling cannon fodder step by step, and said with a sneer, "I wanted to be gentle, but it's a pity you don't know how to flatter."

Yue Wuhuan backed away slowly, looking very pitiful, clutching the neckline tightly, those beautiful phoenix eyes were full of pleading, but could not speak, which could arouse a man's sadistic desire.

Zhao Ye became more and more excited, and didn't pay attention to the back. From the burning flame of the Blood King Vine, a beautiful golden-red butterfly flew out, pretending to be mixed with the sparks dancing in the wind, and landed on Zhao Ye's neck silently. , instantly paralyzed, injected with poison, the powerful body began to rot rapidly, and the limbs fell off piece by piece...

Yue Wuhuan stood up straight, the "poor" expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a bloodthirsty crazy smile.

Zhao Ye finally realized that he was not the brainless beauty in the data, all his fear and timidity were acting, dismantling defenses, dismantling vigilance, waiting for the final blow, it was already too late.

Butterfly of Nirvana finally found the experiment.

"Xianzun, do you like this fancy style?"

"Xianzun, are you having fun?"

"Immortal Venerable..."

Yue Wuhuan's body was still trembling slightly. He looked at the stinky black water flowing on the ground. There was no pity in his eyes, only disgust. He carefully avoided the dirty things, and put this sinful soul into his body. into the special soul lamp, and said with a smile: "This soul lamp was originally custom-made by me for Qingshi, but unfortunately it was dirty by you, so I can't take it anymore."

Zhao Ye's soul rammed around in the soul lamp in vain, trying to jump out and kill the lunatic.

"There are many things in Qingshi's words and deeds that are incompatible with this world, and he didn't deliberately hide them," Yue Wuhuan said softly, holding the soul lamp, "I knew he was not from this world, but I just didn't dare to hide it." Ask...I was afraid that he would disappear if I asked, so I ordered this lamp. If he leaves this world, I will capture him back and stay with me forever...I will treat his soul very gently, not Hurt."

He felt a little inappropriate, and asked Zhao Ye hesitantly, "Is this morbid?"

Trapped in the soul lamp, Zhao Ye wanted to scold the [-]th generation ancestors of this lunatic.

The enchantment of the Nether Secret Realm cut off his sense of the Phoenix blood, but at this time, Song Qingshi should have come out.

Yue Wuhuan bit off his nails, biting blood from his fingers, trying to calm down, but the pain could not soothe his anxiety. Instead, he became more and more irritable. He angrily tore up this hateful soul, and then reorganized: " Return it to me in the clear! He is mine!"

He is familiar with how to torture the soul, tearing it again and again, and reassembling it again and again.

Zhao Ye was so painful that he almost collapsed, his soul was continuously weakened until he was in a trance, and a loophole appeared.

Yue Wuhuan took the opportunity to invade his soul and check his memory directly.

But, no lie...

This unbelievable thing is true. Song Qingshi accepted the mission of the system to save the protagonist Shou Bai Zihao in the book, but... for some reason, he rescued himself by mistake, which caused the mission to fail.The loser needs to return to the system space, accept punishment and memory cleansing...and start a new mission.

He can't find where the system is...

He couldn't find where Song Qingshi was...

Yue Wuhuan was terrified, he scratched bloodstains on his wrist with his fingers, desperately trying to convince himself not to be afraid.

Qing Shi liked him.

Qingshi promised that when the special mice were bred, they would form a couple, but what about the little white mice?

Yue Wuhuan turned his head hesitantly, looked at the embers and ruins everywhere, he rushed in desperately, regardless of the heat, desperately opened the broken eaves and walls, trying to find the living mouse, and Research data on mice in Qing Dynasty.

His hands were scalded with countless blisters, and there were burns everywhere, but he searched desperately, only to be disappointed again and again.

A premonition of doomsday suddenly appeared in my heart.

His little white mouse is gone...

Is his Taoist companion gone too?

After all, happiness is just a fantasy, wishful thinking.

Yue Wuhuan suddenly remembered something. He took out Song Qingshi's fate card from the mustard bag. The fate card was full of cracks and was about to break. He found a lot of materials and tried to protect this life card and prevent it from collapsing. , However, there are still more and more cracks, bigger and bigger...

The lock on the neck couldn't support the bone-piercing despair, and finally turned back.

The blocked love surged in and shattered the spider silk that maintained reason.

As much as he loves, there is as much despair.

Yue Wuhuan was holding the almost broken life card, unable to stand still, and slid down the ruins. He suddenly felt a little wet in the corner of his eyes, and some strange drops of water fell into the scorched earth. Is it raining?He reached out to touch the wetness, and then put it in his mouth to taste it, the taste was so bitter that it was almost unbearable... Are these his tears?

He still has tears?

It's ridiculous...

Yue Wuhuan's breathing became disordered and became more and more rapid, gradually unable to inhale air.His heart was twitching and hurting more and more, his mind became confused, and he was gradually unable to think. He knew that he was about to collapse. He knew that he had to believe in the clear time, wait for the clear time, and not continue to think wildly, but from Zhao Ye's soul The truth that I saw kept appearing in front of my eyes, even if I wanted to ignore it, I couldn't do it.

Song Qingshi did the wrong topic, saved the wrong person, and gave the wrong tenderness.

Bai Zihao is the correct answer, he is the wrong answer.

What was the attitude towards mistakes in the Song and Qing dynasties?

Master's mistakes, he will earnestly correct them...

He made a mistake in making friends, and he gave up mercilessly...

Dao Xin's mistake, he simply destroyed it...

Now, he has become a mistake...

Yue Wuhuan held his head, his teeth were rattling, and he made a sound of terror and despair, he couldn't continue thinking.

He slowly curled up into the darkness, trembling constantly, he grabbed his hands desperately, the flesh was bloody, trying to grab all the skin off his hands, he didn't want these beautiful hands, suitable for serving men.He doesn't want his body, he doesn't want his face, he doesn't want his hair, he doesn't want his eyes, everything will be destroyed...

Yue Wuhuan is a vicious lunatic. His body is unclean and his heart is not kind. He cannot be a pure and lovely protagonist who is pitied by everyone.

So, he was wrong and he was not eligible to be saved.

"Qingshi, don't give up on me..."

……

When An Long came to the Valley of the Medicine King, it was early in the morning, and he found that the barrier was broken, the poisonous mist array was forcibly closed, and everyone in the Valley of the Medicine King had been cast with a spell of coma, sleeping everywhere in disorder.

Yaowang Valley has become a treasure house with its doors open, and it is still robbed by Xiaoxiao.

Fortunately, the news had not spread far, and not many people came.

An Long released an overwhelming number of Gu worms, swallowed two demon cultivators alive, and the others fled away in fright.He looked around with his spiritual sense, and finally determined the location of Yue Wuhuan. He frowned, feeling more and more wrong. He walked over with a hidden breath, but saw a ruin that had been burned by fire, and Yue Wuhuan was curled up in the shadow of the ruins. , there is a little thief in the foundation building period next to him, holding a scimitar, quietly approaching him, trying to kill people and seize treasures while he is not paying attention...

The scimitar was raised, and with boundless killing intent, it slashed towards his neck.

Yue Wuhuan didn't resist.

An Long picked up a stone casually and shot it through the thief's head in an instant.He strode over, wanting to see what the madman was up to.However, when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he was stunned...

Overnight, Yue Wuhuan's blue hair had turned into white hair, his face and body were covered with bloody wounds, all his fingernails were scratched and broken, and the crevices were covered with blood.The peerless beauty was gone, but he couldn't feel the pain, he kept grabbing the skin on his arm with his fingers, tearing the flesh, as if he wanted to completely destroy himself.Only the tattered piece of fate card that was almost broken in his arms was carefully cherished.

An Long couldn't stand it anymore, and grabbed his hand, trying to stop this horrific act of self-mutilation.However, the auditory hallucinations in his mind reappeared, struggling to make a weak voice, trying to arouse the desire to kill.

"Kill him, kill him..."

"Kill him, kill him..."

"He took away the person you like..."

"It was he who caused you to fall into the abyss..."

"..."

An Long grabbed Yue Wuhuan by the neckline, dragged him out of the shadows, and threw him into the sun: "Stand up! I'm not even interested in killing you with your appearance!"

Yue Wuhuan was protecting his life token, and fell to the ground without any resistance. Even if he was surrounded by murderous enemies and hated enemies, he couldn't hear or see them.

This person is completely useless.

Although An Long deeply hated Yue Wuhuan, he had to admit that he was a good opponent with his stunning beauty and unparalleled talent.Now watching him completely destroy himself, the hatred in my heart dissipated for some reason, replaced by emptiness and loneliness, and I was a little at a loss.

He tried to bring back Yue Wuhuan's sanity: "Did you know that Qingshi disappeared?"

Yue Wuhuan's eyes moved slightly.

An Long felt the change and continued to stimulate: "I saw him being taken away by a strange space, do you know what it is?"

He asked several times in a row.

Yue Wuhuan finally made a weak voice: "Because, I am not the protagonist Shou."

"What is the protagonist?" An Long was puzzled. He asked several times, but Yue Wuhuan never answered again. He tried to tell what happened in the Nether Secret Realm, including that Song Qingshi came to kill him, he seriously injured Song Qingshi, Song Qingshi wanted Yuanying to explode himself, etc. He even used a lot of vicious words to try to stir up Yue Wuhuan's anger, with a bright smile as usual, cynicism, and even attacking himself.

However, Yue Wuhuan did not.

He was more breathing than a corpse when he was alive, and it was no different from being dead.

"Are you crazy enough?!" An Long ran out of patience, and finally got angry. He mentioned Yue Wuhuan, and wanted to punch him twice to see if he could wake up, but seeing the wounds all over his body, he didn't know where to start, and was finally discouraged. Mockingly, "Qingshi is really unlucky. It's not normal to make friends, and it's not normal to fall in love with a guy. He paid so much for you in vain, and died in vain..."

Yue Wuhuan held the fate card tightly and didn't speak.

A life card damaged to this extent is dead in the world of cultivating immortals.

"Qingshi's ruthless Dao heart is about to break, and my demonic nature is out of control. If he doesn't kill me, you will die under my hands." An Long was not interested in explaining the auditory hallucinations in his mind, nor did he want to shirk The malice in my heart, the wrong thing I did.He and Song Qingshi have known each other for many years, so he understood his train of thought a little bit, and deduced, "He wasn't sure about killing me, so he didn't dare to tell you, move the battle away from the Valley of Medicine Kings...he didn't want to die in front of you, for fear that you would see him die." Symptoms, stimulate the disease."

"Ha, he would rather die than let you get hurt..."

"The last words he said before he disappeared were to tell me not to kill you..."

"The more unhappy! You stand up for me!"

"I killed Qing Shi! Come and take revenge!"

"Where's your poison? Where's your sword? Where's your blood king vine? Come!"

Yue Wuhuan finally reacted when he heard the Blood King Vine: "Lucky..."

An Long was at a loss: "What luck?"

Yue Wuhuan stopped talking. After a long time, he stood up slowly, pushed Anlong away, dragged his broken body on the verge of death, and stumbled away from Yaowang Valley with blood stains all over his body.

It was said in the Qing Dynasty: When there is a desperate situation, luck will come.

He's going to the land of luck...

……

An Long checked his physical condition and knew that he would not live long, so he did not stop his actions.He sat down under the ruined wall, looked at the dark sky, took out a jug of wine from the mustard bag, took a sip, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "What the hell is this?"

The voice in my head became weaker and weaker, with a buzzing noise, still chattering endlessly:

"Don't let him go!"

"Kill him quickly! Kill him, kill him!"

"He will be against you!"

An Long said in a low voice: "Qingshi said, if I kill him, I will regret it."

The voice in my head quickly retorted:

"He's lying to you!"

"You are at odds! You will never die!"

"Kill him quickly! Kill him! Kill him!"

"Twice, Qingshi was killed by me twice!" An Long smashed the jug hard, holding his uncomfortable forehead, showing a ferocious smile: "He doesn't love me, but he never cheated on my feelings." ! He would rather die than lie to me!"

"You are the liar! Shut up!"

The voice in my head stopped abruptly.

……

The Immortal Peak, the raging fire that can burn the soul, is so hot that it is difficult for people to get close to it.

Such a place of death was actually his only lucky place.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, seeming to be roaring, torrential rain poured down, and the strong wind blew violently, blowing off the giant tree, as if desperately trying to hinder his actions.

There are so many coincidences in the world.

Yue Wuhuan couldn't help laughing, and without hesitation he jumped to the summit of immortality again, into the impasse of death.The same strange wind came, trying to blow him into the gap next to him. This time, he chose to reject the life-saving coincidence...

Finally, he fell into the flames.

Skin, hair, flesh, bones...all the filth and brokenness were burned, and all the weak tendons of mortals were destroyed. He willingly endured the most extreme pain, as if he was in the happiest pure land, and the phoenix birthmark on his back felt Seeing this joy, he finally spread his wings, released his soul from the confinement of his body, and merged with the raging fire.

Phoenix nirvana, life to death.

The most flawless flames in the world reunited into the most perfect body and the most gorgeous beauty in the world.He walked out of the ashes step by step, noble and powerful, not to be desecrated, only the blood-red tear mole at the corner of his eye stubbornly stayed where it was, adding a touch of desire to this holiness, like falling into the abyss, stained God of darkness.

The flames on the Immortal Peak disappeared, the enchantment opened, the earth shook and the mountains shook, rocks scattered one after another, and gorgeous palaces rose slowly, with steps made of white jade, inlaid with night pearls everywhere, gardens carved with emeralds and various gemstones, planted everywhere. It is full of sycamore trees, and in the middle of the palace is a tower made of gold, towering into the sky...

He put on a gorgeous brocade robe, sat on a high throne, and stared at the sky coldly.

The dark clouds dissipated angrily, and the thunder disappeared unwillingly. Even the Dao of Heaven could not provoke this power from the oldest gods, so it could only retreat temporarily.

Sensing the aura of the king, the celestial birds and monsters flew excitedly from all directions to the Immortal Summit.

The lovebirds landed and turned into a pair of delicate young girls, prostrating devoutly on both sides of the throne, prostrating and worshiping.Bi Fang, Xuanniao, Dapeng, Peacock... Countless birds lowered their proud heads. This is the surrender of the flesh and blood, and it is a natural belief. They are willing to do anything for the most noble king.

"My lord, what do you want?"

The god on the throne covered his nose lightly, he felt that the air was so dirty that it was hard to breathe.

The world needs to be cleansed to get rid of all the disgusting and filthy garbage, he needs to destroy that dirty name, destroy the hated past, destroy the wrong answers...

"I want a rain of blood, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood..."

"I want to be the existence that everyone fears..."

"I want from now on...there will be no happiness in the world..."