Tiantan six

Isn't this the case with all the gods of war?

Clear but involuntary!

How can he be?

At this point, he can only go with the flow, at least his master is back.

He still has many things to do, such as admitting his mistakes to his mother, queen and father.

But he didn't dare to go back. Once he went back, he couldn't come out again. His father would trap him in the Dragon Palace and teach him how to be a highness and how to inherit the throne. From then on, the human world and the heavenly world have nothing to do with him.

"Little Golden Dragon!"

An excited male voice greeted him.

A man flew towards him, his silver-white gown was embroidered with a maroon border, a pattern he had never seen before, or it was a type of font, he had a smile on his face, his eyes were like stars and the sea, and his eyebrows were like Mo Hua has a handsome and noble appearance, and a very clean and hearty voice.

Feng Lang didn't know him, but he knew that this person was a demon and not a fairy: "Who are you?"

"This seat, Qian Jue, is a demon who has retired for a long time, and does not belong to this space. This seat is only here to play."

Feng Lang nodded indifferently: "Oh, then you can continue playing."

"do not!"

Qian Jue stopped him and said with a smile: "Since Xiao Jinlong knows my name, please tell me your name as well, and be a friend in return."

Feng Lang turned around: "No need."

"If you don't tell me, I'll call you Little Golden Dragon from now on!"

Feng Lang looked back with complicated eyes, and said after a long while: "Feng Lang."

Qianjue smiled brilliantly: "Good name, I've decided on your friend's seat!"

"as long as you are happy."

Feng Lang was about to go down, but Qian Jue also followed him, clinging to him like a tail.

When Feng Lang cleaned up the little goblin, he just watched and said nothing.

When Feng Lang cleaned up the kid, he just watched and said nothing.

When Feng Lang helped humans, he just watched and said nothing.

When Feng Lang rested and had nothing to do, he happily rubbed against him, chirping non-stop.

"Are you really so free?"

"Yes! The living space of this seat has been destroyed by human beings. The world is completely dark, and my friends don't want to chat with me. Those immortals are very busy. No one talks too much. This seat has turned around several spaces. The only living creature that saw you!"

"I'm really lucky for three lives."

"Of course!"

"..."

Feng Lang felt that his throat was suddenly constricted, no wonder Qian Jue's friends didn't want to talk to him.

He ignored him and flew up to the branch to meditate.

Feng Lang sat in meditation and saw an old man full of tears looking at him. His white hair was gray and there were only a few hairs left in a blink of an eye. He woke up and found that the sun was so bright. There are two shivering leaves hugging each other.

When an evil hand was about to touch the two leaves, the folding fan happened to protect them.

"Qian Jue, that's enough."

"Ah! You are awake!"

Qian Jue grabbed his sleeve with bright eyes and said: "You have slept for a full hour, if you don't wake up, I will leave!"

Feng Lang suddenly felt that he woke up at the wrong time, but this tree really suffered.

He lifted Qianjue's collar and got down from the tree, lightly waved his fan, and all the fallen leaves on the ground returned to their original owners.

He looked at Qian Jue expressionlessly: "Is there a shortage of people to chat with?"

Qianjue nodded eagerly.

"Okay, I'll take you somewhere."

Qianjue watched in surprise as Feng Lang pulled his sleeve and directly fell to the ground.

"Little Golden Dragon, what is this?"

A majestic black palace came into view, Qianjue said excitedly: "Taste! Taste!"

A group of magic guards knew who was coming and let them go immediately.

"Tan...Tanyuan?"

The gate of the palace was wide open, and the two Demon Lords punched and kicked like humans without using any mana, and the house was in a mess.

When these two fight, they can turn the world upside down. When a fairy criticizes them, the two of them will fight with mana.

"Feng Lang is here! Stop!"

No one had the upper hand, Yan Yan withdrew her hand and straightened her messed up hair.

Tan Yuan saw that there was a Demon Lord behind him, whose cultivation level should not be underestimated. In order to save his face, he quickly waved his hands and everything in the house remained the same.

"Two sit down."

Feng Lang entered the room and gave Tan Yuan a look, and said with internal strength: "This man is the Demon Lord from another dimension, and he is a boring master. From now on, you two get together to chat, and I dare not touch you easily. "

"Good brother! Thank you!"

With a smile on his face, Tan Yuan took Qian Jue to his seat and served tea himself: "This brother is here for the first time, right?"

Qian Jue felt that this person was very enthusiastic, and said happily in his heart: "Yes! Excuse me, Your Excellency, what is your name?"

"Tanyuan."

"Good name! Here's a thousand tricks."

When Feng Lang heard this, he became angry, so he didn't need to guess that the next sentence would be: "Your friend, I've made a deal with you!"

Indeed, Qianjue smiled and took a sip of tea and said, "Your friend, I've made a deal with you!"

Sure enough, Feng Lang said, "Since the two of you meet each other as before, let's have a good talk. I won't bother you. Let's leave!"

"Little Golden Dragon just came and left? Are you just leaving this seat?"

Feng Lang's face froze: "I have a name, I am Feng Lang!"

"Feng Lang."

Yan Yan, who had been silent for a long time, gave him a meaningful smile: "Go slowly, don't see him off."

"Thank you."

Feng Lang didn't change his face, bowed his hands and left.

Yan Yan looked at the fiery Qianjue Tanyuan, thinking that it would not be too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

He closed his fan and left.

Tan Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yan Yan walking away, and became more enthusiastic about the benefactor in front of him.

"Brother Qianjue, what do you usually like?"

Qian Jue said without hesitation: "When chatting with people, as long as I can chat with them for three minutes, I will be very happy."

"So simple!"

Tan Yuan asked again, "How long are you going to stay here?"

"If you don't dislike it, it doesn't matter how long it takes."

In his eyes, Qianjue is a life-saving straw, how can he just let him go, as long as he doesn't come, Tan Yuan smiled even happier: "Brother Qianjue, please stay here forever, I will treat you with great hospitality!"

Probably no one has ever treated him so warmly, Qianjue was touched and said: "Then I will trouble you, Tanyuan!"

"Where, where."

This Feng Lang has done a good deed!

Tan Yuan smiled with satisfaction.

Feng Lang has only been in the human world for 2000 years, and mortals have become hopeless.

Ethical corruption, the rich live and the poor die.

The life of the poor is like grass, and they are allowed to die by the rich and powerful.

The resentment is overwhelming, and the sky of the whole world is already gloomy in the last days.

The ground below had become so foul-smelling that he could no longer set foot on it.

The human bones were rotting and stuck in the mud, and the tattered clothes were torn off by the wind, leaving only the remains of rotten flesh.

Crows and owls come to eat carrion in the sky, and there are bats dancing in the blue sky and daylight.

Sometimes Feng Lang could see Chang Feng floating on the corpse, sucking the resentment from above, every time he was about to make a move to stop him, Xiao Ling stretched out his bone stick to block him away.

"If you suck the soul, you prevent me from understanding, but he just absorbs resentment, which is not a serious crime."

As a god of war, even if he has hatred and resentment, his soul resentment cannot be controlled by any demon after death.

Xiao Ling was full of lies, but he had some real skills, so he couldn't beat him now.

"Actually, he's not Changfeng at all. You've collected your grievances and gathered together. You created a fake Changfeng just to harm people!"

"Harmful?"

Xiao Lingjie laughed strangely and said: "We never harm anyone, but human beings only harm themselves, child, do you really want to protect people? In fact, you also hate them to the core. Xu, he forgot you, didn't he also die for human beings?"

Feng Lang punched, Xiao Ling disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the so-called Changfeng of resentment just now disappeared. He stood alone on the lifeless ground, with the sounds of various carrion birds in his ears.

Wars, deaths, natural disasters, and man-made disasters oppress ordinary people time and time again, but those who have status have high temples, surrounded by Yingying, swallows and swallows, delicious food and wine.

What can he do? This is the inevitable trend of human history.

At this time, the world is full of wars, mourning is everywhere, the sky is gray, the ground is blood red, and the air is foul.

The emperor in the world only cared about enjoying the happiness brought by the beauties, completely disregarding the life and death of the common people.

All the beauties in the world are in my arms, even my own aunts and aunts are unwilling to let go. When I am happy, I hug a beautiful woman's slender waist and scream affectionately.When he is unhappy, he can snap off the beauty's head and throw it into the pile of wild animals for him to eat.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He was stunned and looked up at the sky.

Master, the world you bought with death is about to perish again.

You are not afraid of death, stick to the world, and are willing to die.

The filth and rubbish of a place, nothing can change them.

Why are you so persistent?

When the country will perish, there must be evil spirits.

Are people not demons?Are people not demons?

The code of ethics has always disappeared, and everyone's morality has fallen, making the sky dim and the earth dark!

At that time, Ding'an was only nine years old. Following his master down the mountain, he saw a pile of black and thin human bones, and hungry people without human shapes. He stared at the hollow and protruding eyeballs of those people, with fear and pity.

He stretched out his small hand and took out the wild vegetable balls in his ashes pocket, and handed them to those weak and thin people who could only breathe two breaths.

Those people didn't even have anything to eat, their faces were black and blue, and their sunken eyes were staring at the food.

He wanted to eat in a hurry, but he had no energy, so he stared blankly, and died when he was in a hurry.

Ding'an was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, got up from the ground in horror and said: "Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha..."

After finally calming down, swarms of eagles came to peck at the corpses on the ground.

The black and filthy body was opened by the eagle with its sharp claws and beak, revealing the red flesh and white slender bones inside. The huge eye sockets looked very terrifying and disgusting in the gray sky.

Simply disgusting!

Ding'an turned around and ran, bumped into a person, he looked up and saw the golden thread embroidered with dragon pattern, the smooth cloth, there was an indescribable elegant fragrance on his body, he wanted to see the person's appearance clearly, so he raised his head even higher Higher, the man disappeared.

If it wasn't for the lingering fragrance left in the air, he couldn't believe that he really bumped into someone just now!Still a handsome man!

Feng Lang was stunned by the bump just now, he was obviously hidden, it's really strange that a little monk in the world can hit him!