Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

The heavy cloud on the dark sky thinned, and a few ray of moonlight leaked and fell on the garden outside the villa.

Jin Zifeng has always maintained the posture of watching Qu Yang leave, fixedly facing the door frame towards the direction of the villa, heard the noisy wailing of the resentful ghosts over there, and saw the lights on the third floor go on and off, off and on again.

His hand involuntarily clenched the door frame, a layer of wet and sticky sweat broke out, Jin Zifeng's heart was pounding, but he couldn't do anything, it was the first time he hated his own powerlessness so much.

Xiao A and Xiao B on the side also stopped their whispered chatter, enjoying the warmth in the cold spring night, silently waiting for the final result.

The villa was quiet for a moment, and then there was movement again.

Jin Zifeng didn't know whether he should be thankful for hearing this sound, whether Luo Cheng was still alive, or whether he should sweat for his more difficult situation.

He could only silently pray that Luo Cheng had really found a way to crack this S-level dungeon. The moment he folded his hands together, Jin Zifeng suddenly remembered that Qu Yang had whispered to the little earl on the second floor during the day, maybe Luo Cheng had already The game is set.

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In the villa at this time, Qu Yang and himself from 1000 years ago cooperated tacitly and smiled at each other. This subtle feeling made him feel happy, more carefree than drinking a jar of monkey wine.

Qin Mo came back to his senses, he glanced at the other self who was lying on the ground behind the young man, his eyes fixed as if he had been electrocuted, and he clenched his hands into fists.

He knew, how Qu Yang escaped from his predicament when he was a teenager.

Qu Yang took advantage of the loopholes in the rules and forced the other to kill him with a knife, but he was counterattacked and lost his ability to move, this lunatic!

"You really dare to use your own life to test it? Qu Yang, you are really good."

But Qu Yang has always been like this, being tortured by him to the point of mad rebellion, but also tenacious and endurable.

There was silence in the air for a while, feeling the two gazes from the front and the back that made him feel like a thorn in his back, Qin Mo finally just calmly said: "You won the bet."

"But so what?" Qin Mo's face was full of sarcasm, mocking the innocence of the disobedient, "Just as I can't kill you, you can't kill me either."

"Oh, maybe it's possible, but just as I fear, you're not sure if you will get backlash if you rashly kill the thousand-year-old me inside."

"Qu Yang, do you still dare to gamble?" Qin Mo showed a rare smile. In his opinion, Qu Yang rescued his youthful self to have a clear conscience, but in fact it didn't matter to him.

The essence of victory still depends on who has the stronger power, and the balance still falls for him.

This time, Qin Mo fixed his eyes on Qu Yang when he spoke.

The boy realized that the familiar name in his mouth was not addressing himself, and with the words full of meaning in his mouth, he took a breath and suddenly understood.

The sharp knife in his hand was stained with blood, dripping down, Qu Yang held the handle of the knife forward, as if trying to catch the ashes like embers left behind by the grieving ghost.

He lowered his eyes and focused on the tip of the knife, but raised his eyes when he heard the words: "Don't dare——I wouldn't come to this world."

Dare to be stubborn when death is imminent.

Qin Mo stared at the opposite person calmly, Qu Yang's gentleness was like a layer of carefully pasted skin, while paranoia was infused into the bone marrow.

The ants that struggled so hard in his hands back then eventually turned into a disaster, but in Qin Mo's view, Qu Yang still let him live and kill him, depending on his mood.

He will annihilate Qu Yang's so-called gentleness, tear up his persistence and self-esteem, anyone should bow their knees before the Lord God.

Qu Yang noticed that the coldness in Qin Mo's eyes was gradually covered by malice, and he was not surprised by what this person was thinking.

He sneered and hooked his hands, as if he was casually calling a dog.

"I want to let me know the dignity again. In front of you, the main god, I only deserve to kneel on the ground and walk on my knees. I should rot in the mud and linger on my last breath, right?"

"Many feudal dynasties have fallen, and Eunuch Qin should look forward," he said flamboyantly, and satirized Qin Mo, who was full of anger, "If you are not convinced, then fight again!"

They fought again, and compared to this time, the commotion in front seemed childish.

The young man stood on the outside, trying his best to prop up the wall to adjust his breath and heal his wounds, and looked at the two swords and swords on the opposite side with perfect eyes.

Qin Mo really threw the rules of this world on the ground this time, reversed time and space, tore apart the space to take the sword, and split open the cracks in space...

But Qu Yang's moves are still simple, no matter what kind of danger he is in.

From this point of view, it was only a matter of time before he would lose.

The two figures were extremely fast, and their demeanor carried a strong wind. From the perspective of a young man, they could barely be caught with the naked eye.

In this infinite flow world where power is tightly suppressed, they rely on their bodies most of the time, and even so their moves are shocking.

In the crisp sound of swords clashing, Qu Yang asked again: "Qin Mo, do you know what is the distance between you and understanding the way of reincarnation?"

The masseter muscles on Qin Mo's face moved slightly, obviously his teeth were clenched subconsciously.

Qu Yang's laughter overflowed from his throat: "It's a thousand miles away, you went the wrong way at the beginning."

Breathing out the turbid air, Qin Mo smiled but did not smile, and the offensive in his hands became more fierce: "So what? The so-called way of reincarnation has only been comprehended by the first Lord God throughout the ages. Whether it has been understood or not is another matter. Don't you think that the next You are the one who has the triple rule, right?"

"Why not?"

These words did not come from Qu Yang, who was fighting with him, but from behind Qin Mo, the dying little earl.

At some point in time, the young man walked in front of Dr. Tan who had passed out again. Between his slender fingers was a knife taken from the laboratory bench.

When Qin Mo turned his head, the knife was already close to Dr. Qin's neck artery, and then, the young man made a sharp stroke——

Blood splattered.

"No!"

Qin Mo shouted sharply in a loss of composure, his eyes widened, his cold eyes filled with bloodshot eyes in an instant, he held up Qu Yang's skirt, "Are you crazy? You think you can please me if I die? You can do it right away. Stop him stop! Stop!"

Qu Yang nodded at him, then looked at the young man who was waiting for his instructions, and said in a gentle voice: "Go on, make a quick move."

Qin Mo didn't care about how he would be sanctioned by the rules limited by the world's consciousness. He teleported to Dr. Tan's side, spat out a mouthful of blood, stopped the knife at the last moment, and stretched out his trembling hand to heal the doctor who had stepped into the underworld. I hate myself very much.

How dare Qu Yang?

At this time, Qu Yang put away the knife, and walked step by step, his coat fluttering, his footsteps were not light or heavy, he protected the young man behind him.

He met Qin Mo's furious eyes, and his heart should have been smiling, but it was clear and peaceful.

Qin Mo has never felt guilty or repented of everything he has done in the past.

The gears of time seem to have stopped turning, and space is also stagnant in the present.

Qu Yang slightly closed his eyes, and thought of the topic lingering in his mind again.

He had had a lot of speculation about reincarnation.

It is the end of human life, the way the small world operates, the combination of time and space, the transition between life and death, the eternal rule of heaven, and the continuation of cause and effect...but it is not complete, and it always tastes bad .

These days when he came to the Ministry of Merit, he vaguely had a guess, but at this moment, he was absolutely convinced that his guess was correct.

Reincarnation is good and evil will be rewarded.

This is the case in all the small worlds in front of him. The original body was framed by the son of luck, fell from the clouds, and died miserably.They don't understand why they have suffered an innocent disaster for no reason, and they make wishes unwillingly.

They hope that they and their families can be safe and happy, and the children of luck will suffer the consequences.

So Qu Yang seeks justice for them and corrects the disordered track.He just gave back what those sons of luck had done, but the sons of luck who reaped the consequences seemed to have been humiliated by the sky, and they turned black immediately, with resentment so great that they wanted to make those who had nothing to do with them sink together.

People often say that there is no absolute good or absolute evil, but there is a clear distinction between good and evil.

Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, this is a reincarnation.

Qu Yang also thought about what would happen if there was a mistake in one of the links.For example, for those victims, what if they also want to harm the innocent?Is this still a cycle?

As soon as this idea popped up, Qu Yang was stunned.

Don't bother to substitute those original owners, Qu Yang thought of himself.

He was tortured by Qin Mo back then, and he also received mixed memories of love, hate, greed and hatred from countless invaders, so he probably didn't want to destroy everything.

——Why should he bear all this?

——Obviously I just want to be like my father, going to the battlefield to kill evil spirits, even dying in battle is an honor, is there something wrong with that?Why should I rot meaninglessly in other people's greed?

——Since fate treats me poorly, I will let fate have no place to play.

At that time, Qu Yang was filled with resentment, he let out a sigh of relief based on deep-seated hatred.He was the only living person in the entire villa, lying alone on the experimental table, and Xiao Jia, the housekeeper, mother, and servants were nothing but empty shells.

He wandered into the piano room to compose the music in a daze, and played it as if he had lost his soul. The sound of the piano echoed in the villas that were all Qin Mo's puppets except him.

The sound of the piano, full of resentment and resentment, penetrated from the ears to the atrium of the heart, like a blind poison, Qu Yang wished that he could lead the whole world to destruction.

But early spring birds flew in from the window and hovered over his fingertips.

Good and evil are rewarded, cause and effect reincarnation.

So Qu Yang finally sticks to his heart and stays in the cycle of reincarnation.

The consciousness of the world has never had a preference for him, and the world has also held warmth towards him. Even if he grows in the quagmire of malice, he is still greedy for the warmth of kindness.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems that it is just a blink of an eye.

Qu Yang vaguely felt something unusual, the invisible barrier shattered, and this world could no longer restrict him.He reached forward with his hand, and he pinched Qin Mo's neck in his palm with lightning speed.

Unable to break free, Qin Mo subconsciously wanted to resist, but was shocked to find himself imprisoned by some terrifying existence.

"You..." Qin Mo's expression changed drastically, and he was terrified. His voice suddenly raised, with obvious eagerness, "How could it be? Impossible! This is impossible!"

How could anyone understand the mystery of reincarnation?Why is that person Qu Yang?

"Qu Yang, if you don't want to fight for both sides, I advise you to let me go as soon as possible!"

"He's in a hurry." The boy said with a smile, and then went to the test bench.

Qu Yang raised his hand a little bit, causing Qin Mo's heels to float in the air, and his toes were only a little bit on the ground, unable to exert force.

Step by step, he carried the person to the experimental platform and threw Qin Mo on top.

Qin Mo wanted to get up and run away, but he couldn't care less. His fingertips opened a space crack, and blood mist spewed out from his mouth. Qin Mo wanted to get into it without wiping it off.

He had to run away, and he couldn't guarantee what would happen if he didn't run away.

However, with an understatement of the slender and fair hand, the dark crack disappeared, and an extremely oppressive feeling of oppression struck, firmly imprisoning Qin Mo.

The boy took the booklet recording the experiment from the side, Qu Yang's fingertips walked on the experiment table for two seconds, and then tapped lightly with his index finger.

"Qu Yang is grateful for the nightmare bestowed by the Lord God back then, and hereby returns it all."

This was the first time Qu Yang called him the Lord God, and it was also the last time.