After being disliked by thousands of people, I was spoiled alone

Knowingly walked for a long time.The wilderness seems endless, but the surrounding scenery has changed in some subtle ways that ordinary people can't detect.

He stopped and climbed up a hill made of jagged rubble.Curls followed.

Looking far away, it suddenly opened up, and the luxuriant grass was replaced by sand and gravel, and there were dots of greenery scattered in the east and west, and the gurgling water rushed forward from the lush greenery.The wind is getting fiercer, and if it catches up with autumn and winter, it will surely slash your face like a knife blade.

He sighed inwardly, the terrain here is open, it is an excellent place for horse racing and hunting.

Knowing that he grew up in the wild grass, heavy snow and blade-like wind since he was a child, he is very familiar with this kind of northern scenery, and even has a sense of intimacy.

Under the sunlight, the gurgling water flows straight into the distance, like thousands of whitebait churning together.

At the end of the flowing water, a wall stood firm.

Mingzhi's face turned white.

"...This is." He murmured in a low voice, his tone full of unbelievable despair.

Suddenly, he jumped off the gravel mound and flew forward.Juan Er didn't know why, so he barked and chased after him.

The closer he was to the wall, the more fear he felt in his heart, and his footsteps began to be vain, and all kinds of intertwined emotions were like a poisonous snake flying in the grass, stabbing its sharp fangs into his heart.

Until he saw the blue-gray word "Langzhou" on the city gate, a string snapped somewhere in his heart.

All vague memories are as clear at this moment as a bluestone slab that has been washed from mud after a heavy rain.A fear he had never felt gripped him tightly.

A thunderstorm rang in his ears, the wind began to cut his cheeks like a sharp knife, the dark clouds became thicker and thicker, and they pressed down, enveloping everything under the sky into turbulent gray.

The sky at the border can change as soon as it is said, and it seems like a lifetime at this moment.

He barely stood firm, and according to his deep memory, he rushed towards the city wall with one foot and one shallow foot.

"...Father...Mother. There's still time... There must be time." He murmured blankly while running, his voice began to tremble, his voice began to choke, tears flowed all over his face for some reason, he couldn't tell which was a dream and which was reality.

Who is he?Evil God Mingzhi or Dazhao Mingyu.

The strong wind rolled up the scarlet flag on the wall, and slowly spread it out, revealing the huge "Ming" character on it.

Knowing that he couldn't stand still, he fell to the ground, his forehead was hit by gravel, blood flowed into his eyes and tears dripped down, and the wound was blown by the strong wind like a bone, he touched his sleeve, got up, and staggered forward, " In time...in time, definitely...in time."

Standing inside the wall was a man with gray temples, but a straight back. Under the gloomy sky, he was dressed in black armor like frost and snow that had been tempered for thousands of years.

Knowingly stopped.The torrential rain poured down, and his tears and blood flowed down with the rain, forming a red stream at his feet.

His face was pale, and he stood motionless for a long time, his throat rolled up and down twice, his bloodless lips exhausted all their strength to squeeze out two hoarse syllables, "...Father...Dear."

Hei Jia turned around slowly, with a sharp black arrow stuck in his heart.

Knowing that his eyes widened in horror, his hands were trembling, he raised his hands, as if in a trance, he saw that his hands were covered with blood, the blood dripped from his hands, forming a sea of ​​blood, and he was standing on the mountain of corpses , his friends, his subordinates, everyone he met, the countless lives he was unable to save.

Countless faces, countless hands held him tightly, and countless shrill voices sounded in his ears, like a ghost crawling out of hell demanding his life:

"Shen Jin!"

"Major General!"

"Little General Ming!"

These titles buried by time were like poisoned flying knives, piercing into his heart, splitting his scariest and most frightening memories alive before his eyes.

He stood numbly, like a lifeless thing, the raindrops fell on him, smashing him into hell, blood dripping from it.

The muffled thunder, the heavy rain, and the wailing of countless innocent souls made the world a mess.

"A Jin!" The old and majestic voice came through the rain, calling out his nightmarish name that had not been used for a long time and was gradually forgotten.

Knowing that he raised his head suddenly, his pale lips trembled, "Father..." The sharp arrow hurt his eyes.

The voice continued, "You still have the face to call me father," he moved towards him, pulling out the arrow from his chest with one hand, and blood gushed out immediately.

"Look at me, Jin. What did I do wrong! What did I do wrong! Why did you kill me!?" The old man asked him in tears, and stuffed the blood-stained arrow into his hand, "Look at them! What's wrong with them!?"

He suddenly lowered his head, and there was a sea of ​​blood under his feet, with bones piled up into a mountain, and standing on the top of the mountain, countless hands with bones came out of the sea of ​​blood, grabbed him, and climbed up.

"...I...not. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Knowingly retreating step by step, he slumped on the ground. He was gradually overwhelmed by painful memories, sobbing and repeating a sentence over and over again——I'm sorry.

Juan Er was blocked from the door, bared his teeth and howled fiercely, hitting the city wall one after another.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, like countless resentful knives, stabbing at Mingzhi, the blood mixed with the rain dripped from the corners of his eyes, and there was blood in front of his eyes, as if time had never moved forward, and he returned to that hellish day , It seems that time has been moving forward, but he will always be trapped in that day.

In the blood, the arrow turned into a dagger and handed it to him.The old voice yelled sharply, "Damn you!"

Ten thousand ghosts responded, "You should die! You should die!"

His eyesight was slack, he held the blade in his hand, blood dripped down his fingers, the pain forced him to let go, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "click".

The majestic voice picked up the dagger and stuffed it into his hand, his pale face began to twist and hideously, "Come on, Jin, it won't hurt," a weird smile rose from the corner of his mouth, "Come and go to hell with father, Ah Jin,...haven't you been...waiting for this moment?"

His voice was very gentle, and slowly began to coincide with Mingzhi's memory, and he suddenly realized, yes, hasn't he been waiting for this moment?

Knowing that he held the dagger again, the bone wound on his palm was bloody and bloody due to excessive force.

"Come on, Jin, you owe us, you deserve to die!" He continued to seduce.

Thunder exploded in the sky.He stretched out his hands towards him, and his pale and terrifying face looked like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"Damn me, damn me..." Mingzhi raised his head in a daze and murmured.Then he froze suddenly, his eyes began to clear up, a little relieved smile appeared on his pale face, he raised the hand holding the dagger, pointed it at his heart, and stabbed it cleanly.

**

Rong Wen firmly grasped the blade of the forgiveness sword, and if he moved an inch further, it would pierce Mingzhi's heart.

"I'm damned, I'm damned..." Mingzhi murmured, with a distracted expression, holding the middle part of the pardon in his hand, like holding a dagger, and stabbing down hard.

The sharp blade cut through Rong Wen's healed wound, and the bright red blood slid down the blade, staining Mingzhi's snow-white clothes in a cloud of blood.

He half-kneeled, embraced Mingzhi half-slumped on the ground into his arms, trembling, kissed the corner of his brow, kissed the undried tears under his slack eyes, and kissed his ear.

"Azhi, let go....Stop, look at me,...it's okay, it's okay, it's all over." His voice was trembling, his eyes were red, his hands were tightly grasping the blade, but he didn't dare to use too much force, As long as he pushes upwards, he knows he will be cut hard.

Knowingly, he felt his body suddenly warmed up and wrapped in something warm.His heart was too cold, his blood was cold, and this warmth became the only fire in the ice cave hell, so he shrank into the warmth.It seemed that the wind was blowing from somewhere, and it carried a slight smell of blood when it passed by him.

"The smell of blood?" He frowned, slowly returning to his senses, and what he saw was a pale, powerless and panic-stricken face.

It seems that because his eyes gradually cleared up, the panic haze on Rong Wen's face finally weakened a little, but his voice was weak and trembling slightly as if all his strength had been drained, "Ah Zhi, let go."

Knowing that he followed his gaze, he found the two bloody hands, and he let go of them in a panic. The next second, the piercing pain hit his brain, and a circle of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.The incision in the palm of his hand is deep enough to show the bone, and there is almost no intact part. It can almost be concluded that if he is not the body of a god, this hand may have been useless.

He glanced at Rong Wen.Rong Wen should not be much better.

"Yes..." He just uttered a word, but the next second, Rong Wen grabbed her with both hands.

He could barely breathe.

Rong Wen's body was trembling, "Master... Ah Zhi, Ah Zhi, Ah Zhi..."

He murmured and called Mingzhi repeatedly, but his voice was a little choked.

Knowing that he had no choice but to smile, he stiffened and let him hug him.In the white jade moonlight, the wind came from nowhere, blowing a few drops of cold liquid onto the back of his neck.

He was startled, a big hole was burned in his heart, and the smoke and dust spread to his nasal cavity, making him feel sore.He hurriedly returned to hug and asked, and patted his back lightly, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm still..."

After a long time, Rong Wen let go of him, with the same expression, he took out a piece of white satin from his bosom, cleaned his wound with divine power, stopped the bleeding, and wound it up.

After finishing all this, he carefully held his hand, lowered his head and kissed gently on the palm of his hand, eyes slightly closed, and kissed piously and restrainedly, like the most devout believer in the world kissing his own god.

Knowing that he didn't dare to withdraw his hand.

"...Does it hurt? Ah Zhi." Rong Wen looked up at him, his voice low and hoarse.

What he called was no longer an adult, but Ah Zhi.Mingzhi smiled slightly, "It doesn't hurt..." Looking at his wound, "Your hand..."

Rong Wen didn't make a sound, still lowered his head.

"It really doesn't hurt, I didn't lie to you." Mingzhi lowered his head and smiled to look at him, "Let go of your hand, let me see, be obedient."

After a while, he released him gently, and handed over a piece of white satin, "Help me."

He lowered his head to treat Rong Wen's wound, and no one mentioned what happened in the illusion, which made him secretly heave a sigh of relief.

Rong Wen's knuckles are slender and well-proportioned, not inferior to jade porcelain, but there is a bony scar on the palm of his hand, oozing blood.Knowing that the distress was tight, his hands became lighter and lighter.

"...How's the situation here?" Knowing that the white satin was wrapped up, but the fear in his heart was still there, he frowned slightly when he brought up the teacher's lawsuit.

Rong Wen stood up supporting the ground, and stretched out a hand to him, "After you entered the illusion, you were severely defeated by me and Lord Snow God, and you only have half your life left. Lord Snow God is chasing after you."

Knowing that he stood up with his strength, he hesitated for a moment before picking up forgiveness and putting it away. Looking around, he remembered something, "By the way, Juan Er has been following me just now, why is he gone now?"

Rong Wen straightened his sleeves for him, "I'll let it go to Lord Ling Xing first." He gave him a light shake, "Don't worry."

Knowingly nodding his head slightly, "Ling Xingjun found it?" He then noticed the ruins of the surrounding walls, the overgrown grass, and the rotten wood that had been carefully carved under the tangle of vines, and the glazed tiles scattered on the ground. Fragments, a desolation.

He was certain that this was the old palace of Langu.

"I just feel that it's Lord Lingxing's aura. I'm not sure yet. Juan Er will go to confirm it first. If it's Lord Lingxing, then come back and let us know." Rong Wen said.

As soon as the words fell, Juan Er rushed back with the sound of the bell.When it saw Mingzhi, it rushed over, rubbed left and right, and wagged its tail quickly.

"Thank you, Ju Er." Mingzhi caught it with both arms, smiled and pressed its head, and then let go.

Juan'er got the compliment, and became even more excited, forgetting about Ling Xingjun completely.

Rong Wen stepped forward and tapped him lightly on the head, with a straight face, "What did I ask you to do? Where is Mr. Ling Xing?"

After being scolded, Juan Er hummed twice and immediately squatted down obediently, and yelled in the direction of the sky, as if motioning them to look.

Knowing that he looked at it, under a star in the distance, there was a faint silver aura, and except for that one star, the others were so dim that they could hardly be seen clearly.

His expression changed.Lord Ling Xing is the incarnation of Zhou Tian Xingchen, the stars in front of him are dim, and his breath is scattered, all of which show that the situation has reached an irreparable and dangerous situation.

But in just a moment, his face became even paler, and the stars became more and more dim, and the burst of divine aura was like the second moon between heaven and earth.

Knowing that it's not good to scream secretly.Flying towards that in an instant.

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