God and Demon Tribulation

Emperor Zhong, the eldest prince of the God Clan, is loyal and kind and has the style of a benevolent monarch, and is the default heir of the God Clan.

Qin Xi had seen him at the blessing ceremony, and although he was wearing sacrificial attire at the time, he looked very different from what he looks like now, but he still had a vague impression.

Di Zhong was taken aback when he saw two familiar faces.

The woman lying on the recliner in the room and reading a book by candlelight asked softly, "Ah Zhong, who is knocking at the door?"

"A few friends I haven't seen for a long time." Di Zhong replied.

The woman immediately put down the book in her hand, and walked over slowly with her hands on her waist and her slightly protruding belly.

Di Xin carefully helped her up: "How did you get up after lying down?"

"You... Is it reasonable for me to lie down when a friend comes?" The woman scolded, she was a little surprised when she saw Jing Chi, "Isn't this Mr. Jing?"

Jing Chi nodded restrainedly: "I'm sorry for disturbing Madam, we are here to pay back the money."

"But I didn't expect him to be an acquaintance." Di Tian looked Di Zhong over and over again, "Yes, I didn't expect you to be the fastest among so many peers."

Di Xin smiled implicitly and introduced to everyone: "This is my wife."

"Azheng, this is Ditian, this is Xuanhao, this..."

Qin Xi, who was carried by Ditian, took the initiative to report his family name: "My name is Qin Xi."

"Since you are acquaintances, you don't have to be restrained. Come in and have a cup of tea." Azheng stepped aside and poured a cup of tea for each of the three with Di Zhong's support.Qin Xi only got a glass of water because she looked too young.

Qin Xi looked at his cup with only clear water and at Ditian's cup with floating tea leaves, he was so curious.Seeing that he was really curious, Ditian gave him a sip of his own.

The tea tasted faintly bitter, Qin Xi frowned bitterly: "Whatever, it doesn't taste good at all."

Di Tian returned his teacup to him and asked him to rinse his mouth to lighten the smell in his mouth, Qin Xi finally recovered, and sat on his lap like a baby bird drinking the fresh water in the cup little by little.

"Ah Tian, ​​are you here to investigate the abnormality here?" Di Zhong asked casually, fiddled with the wick.

"Is there something different here?"

"Don't you know? There have been several murders here recently, all of which were pierced by arrows, and the death patterns were exactly the same, which made the local people panic. I went to see the corpses, but there was something evil There are no traces at all, but there is an upright righteousness on the arrow."

At this moment, Ditian seemed to have grasped the tail feather of fate, and asked quickly, "Didn't the matter be reported?"

"It should have been reported, but recent incidents have occurred frequently, and the three clans are short of manpower. After I settle down with Zheng, I will go west to catch the evil spirits."

"That's right, leave this matter to me. Where is the last dead man?"

"It's in Zhang's Mansion, three streets away."

Ditian never expected that things would be so coincidental, as if someone was helping in secret, as soon as this thought came to him, he shivered uncomfortably.

——How could there be such a coincidence, is it possible that Di Zhong is the mastermind behind the scenes?

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Di Zhong, who was gently covering his wife with a cloak, and recalled many things about him, but it was still difficult to put him together with the black hand behind the scenes, but doubts were still planted in his heart like a seed. root.

The night gradually deepened, and the moonless and windless night always seemed extraordinarily dark and deserted. The four of them bid farewell, and Di Zhong sent the four of them to the stairs. Before Di Tian left, he hesitated and called to stop Di Tian.

"Ah Tian, ​​I have something to ask you."

Di Tian looked back in doubt.

Di Zhong gritted his teeth: "Don't tell others about Ah Zheng."

Ditian understood instantly - cross-clan feelings are not allowed, especially as Di Zhong is the eldest prince of the god clan, once the god king knows about this matter, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Okay," Ditian reminded him, "but this matter has to be resolved."

Di Zhong nodded with a serious look on his face.

Qin Xi leaned into Ditian's arms and asked softly, "Why is he unhappy?"

Di Tian rubbed his head: "It's nothing."

Although the three races of humans, gods and demons live next to each other, they also have their own customs and management systems. The two races of gods and demons are not bad. Although the customs and habits are different, at least the life span is the same, while the life of ordinary people in the human race is as lively as summer flowers. It is short-lived, and it is too different from the other two races, which has also led to the clear regulations of the three races-no cross-race spouse selection.

As the eldest prince of the Protoss, Di Zhong took the lead in violating the regulations, and what he had to face was not just simple censure.

At midnight, Wangyou came back in the night.

He stood in front of the bed and stretched out his hand towards the sleeping Qin Xi, a faint white light appeared in his palm.

The white light circled around Qin Xi slowly, and then entered between his eyebrows.

Qin Xi, who was originally in a dark dreamland, suddenly felt his eyes light up. In the blink of an eye, everything about Qin Shan had already appeared in front of his eyes.

He heard light footsteps from behind the towering trees.

"Qin Qin."

Someone called him with a smile.

Wangyou looked down at Qin Xi condescendingly, seeing him frown little by little, as if he was in boundless pain.

"Qin Qin, what are you doing?" Qin Xi turned around suddenly, the young man who couldn't see his face didn't mind his blankness, took his hand and walked towards Wang Shiya.

The tumbling sea of ​​clouds retreated to the sides to reveal a clear world under the mountain with his wave of hands. The people coming and going didn't feel that there were two people watching them through the sea of ​​clouds, and they still went about their own way.

"Qin Qin, look how lively the mountain is."

Qin Xi couldn't help looking over with his fingers, but there was a voice in his mind that kept ringing: "What happened later? Why did you forget?"

—Did I forget?What did I forget?

Qin Xi thought blankly.

As soon as the picture changed, the boy took his hand and walked through the dense forest covered with flowers to the sacrificial altar with the sound of drums.

The two hid like thieves in the dense forest and vegetation, quietly peeping at the outside world through the tender green leaves.

Six people wearing sacrificial robes came up slowly along the path. He had never seen them before, but he could still clearly distinguish who they were—the one on the far left was Cang Ling, the one in the middle was Cang Xuan, and the one on the right was Cang Ling. It's dark.

The young man hiding beside him whispered, "Look, Qin Qin, there are your favorite fruits."

The gang wind mixed with memories whizzed through the sea of ​​consciousness, bringing pain to the bone, Qin Xi hugged his head and murmured in pain.A blue halo enveloped his whole body, and he floated in midair, his water-blue long sleeves hung down, and the golden threads of the wave pattern printed on the sleeves swam away.

Ditian was awakened by his movement, and saw Wangyou's movements as soon as he opened his eyes, and immediately went to stop him: "Stop!"

Wangyou's free hand stopped him from the air: "Don't worry about it."

Qin Xi's crying gradually stopped, and the blue light on her body became brighter and brighter, and finally drove away the white light of Wangyou.

Under this strong force, Wangyou took a step back, supported the table and looked up at Qin Xi.

The blue light gradually faded, revealing Qin Xi's rapidly growing appearance.He slowly opened his eyes, and stepped barefoot in the air. The golden thread in the water blue eyes circled around, and finally disappeared under the pupils. The clothes on his body had changed into those that Di Tian had seen in the Colosseum pieces.

Under the watchful eyes of Ditian and Wangyou, he slowly lowered his head to look at his elongated body: "Brother, what's wrong with me?"

——It was still the Qin Xi they were familiar with.

Wangyou frowned, she didn't know what went wrong, Qin Xi's memory still didn't seem to come back.