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elder brother.Qinglian burst into hatred, no matter how difficult it was to hide it, that voice like the sound of nature scolded Jia Rui angrily, as if it was God's stern accusation of the crimes here.In an instant, the originally gloomy sky darkened instantly. Jia Rui looked up and saw thick clouds rolling in the sky, lightning flashing, and winter thunder looming.It's winter now, Dong Lei's intentions are unknown, Jia Rui's heart trembles, and the sky is full of angry clouds, just like Qinglian's desperate roar at this moment.And in such a situation, the cold light of the blood moon that night appeared in Jiarui's mind, and the disaster was also caused by it. At that time, the country of Yin, which was very prosperous at that time, has been swayed by the disaster, and Yin has been extremely depressed.So, can the now battered Yindu and the overwhelmed common people accept the baptism of disaster again?Jia Rui didn't dare to think anymore. "That's enough! Qinglian, don't make trouble. Don't you have any responsibility for the suffering of the common people? I admit that I am sorry for you, and my father is even more sorry for Yan Lan and Yueguo. But Qinglian, you Look up, do you want the people of the world to be tortured by disasters again because of your anger? The world is overthrown and disintegrated only because of the sorrow and unwillingness in your heart? Since you have inherited the most noble blood of the Son of the Pure Moon, then you will not have the same face as before. Does Lan have the slightest sense of compassion?" Jiarui pressed heavily on Qinglian's shoulder with his hands, and his hoarse voice could not conceal the grief in his heart, "Qinglian, if there is any grievance, I will settle it with you. I, Qi Hanchen, will definitely pay back what I owe. Since you hate me so much, come up with me and stop pestering Jing Yu, he is seriously injured and needs to be treated by the imperial physician as soon as possible!" After finishing speaking, Jia Rui Regardless of Qinglian's reaction, she turned her body to block half of it, carefully helped Tong Jingyu who had fainted, and handed it over to the guards on the side, ordering to be escorted down carefully.But at this time, Qinglian no longer struggled, but was a little dazed looking at the rolling clouds in the sky, her thoughts drifted away.Qinglian turned a deaf ear to the noisy voices of people close at hand. In the end, there was only the rumble of thunder floating in the distance. Qinglian seemed to understand something.Why didn't I think of my own hatred before? Jiarui blamed himself, the world was in chaos and suffering, could he really be clean and detached from the outside world?Looking at the sky and Qinglian calmed down, Yan Lan's tragic experience back then was as close as her eyes, with that unrepentant love.At this moment, Qinglian couldn't help thinking, why didn't Yan Lan feel any hatred for Emperor Ziye's torture?Is there no, or dare not have?Wearing a crown of divine jade on his head and bearing the life of the Son of God on his body, as the supreme priest, he has already been psychic.So now my mind is also direct to Shangdou?The difficulty at this time is all because I hate it?Qinglian wanders at the crossroads of the truth and is a little confused. Disasters are born of hatred, and distress is also smoothed out because of love.Yan Lan had foreseen her tragic fate and entangled feelings in Yueguo early in the morning. While facing the turbulent love and endless torture, Yan Lan finally chose love and rejected hatred in the face of resignation.How could a priest with the world at heart have hatred in his heart, so during Yan Lan's most miserable and difficult years, Yin Country was still prosperous and prosperous, and Yue Country was also Haiyan's life.Qinglian is almost repeating the fate of Yan Lan at the beginning. She has suffered and suffered, but compared with Yan Lan back then, she is not as good as eleven after all. There are countless casualties, so where should we care about them.The forehead has never been separated from Qinglian since she was a child. In the darkest days before, Qinglian was tortured, but the country of Yin where she lives is still peaceful. It is precisely because Qinglian has love in her heart. The purest and truest feelings.But later everything changed, lovers became enemies, admiration turned into hatred, and the place where Qinglian set foot was overturned into hell on earth.Qinglian was already intelligent, but Jiarui's unintentional words broke Qinglian's closed mind.But after knowing and thinking about some things, what brings Qinglian is not the sudden clarity, but a burden that cannot be discarded.Qinglian couldn't hear what Jiarui said after that, and Qinglian didn't respond when she saw Tong Jingyu being carried away in a hurry. She was a little confused, but unconsciously followed Jiarui step by step Watchtower.

191、Shoulder to shoulder...

Qinglian stood on the height of the raging wind, and looked at the turbulent crowd below the city tower with some numbness. It was a large area, and the noisy cursing was like the sound of the turbulent waves, which made the people around them feel frightened.Jiarui didn't know what was on Qinglian's mind at this moment, but after what he said, Qinglian suddenly lost her mind and Jiarui could tell.Qinglian's face was pale, but the divine jade on her forehead shone brightly under her long hair, forming a stark contrast.Jiarui was very worried, and took Qinglian's cold and warm hand, but this time Qinglian did not struggle to refuse.The voices of the people downstairs were boiling, and the guards used the human wall tactics to prevent the people from rushing forward. Although Qinglian had been rescued from the siege, the people trapped in the middle of the crowd could not see the emperor taking Qinglian away, so the chaotic people continued to rush forward. He wanted to break out of the encirclement and catch that wicked evildoer who had ruined the country, trample him into a flesh, and avenge his relatives and family members who were murdered by him.The sky was getting darker and darker, and the turbulent clouds quickly covered the bleak sky and made the shadows on the ground shallow and deep. Qinglian suddenly realized something, raised her head suddenly on the tower, stared at the sky that was closer to her, and felt angry. .Qinglian was firmly held by Jiarui with one hand and couldn't break free, so she stretched out her other hand to the sky, trying to grab something, but in the end there was nothing in her palm, and the wind flowed between her fingers.Qinglian's seemingly unintentional move alarmed the furious people downstairs.Qinglian raised her head, her hair fluttered, and the psychic green lotus emerald on her forehead pointed to the sky. A ray of emerald light shot straight into the sky, like a meteor falling in the world.It was so dazzling, as if everything in the world was eclipsed by this light, and all the people under the city tower were attracted by it, but the protagonist Qinglian didn't realize it.After a moment of silence, louder shouts broke out, "Monsters of the Moon Kingdom came out, and the people of the Yin Dynasty suffered. The city was in chaos back then, but now it is back to normal", "Monsters of the Moon Kingdom come out..." The people shouted that they were wanton The rumors that were spreading were like turbulent waves, rolling in wave after wave, and the momentum was about to swallow the evildoer of the Moon Kingdom.All the people were staring at the shining green lotus on the top of the city tower, and then the angry cloud that greeted them with their fingertips. This time, it was like the eve of a rainstorm, and the catastrophe was about to fall.In such a situation, everyone thinks of the night of the blood moon before, when the flood was raging, and now that the epidemic is raging, no one can help but believe that Qinglian is the evil spirit that wreaks havoc on the country, and the hand that stretched out to the sky is just that... Like a devil and an evil spirit, he casts demons to seek disasters to avenge all those who have offended him.Jiarui couldn't stop Qinglian's actions, because at this moment, Jiarui actually read despair in those eyes that had been shining with clarity and warmth under distress.It's desperation, why is it because of herself that Qinglian has to suffer, she obviously loves him so much!Looking at the slight scars on Qinglian's thin and frail arm after the sleeves receded, Jia Rui's heart seemed to be crushed hard. How many of them were added because of myself, I don't know if I can count them carefully. .Jia Rui tried to think of something to say, and shouted towards the furious crowd below the tower, but all the imperial edicts from Jinkou were drowned in the roar of cursing and the approaching roar of the winter thunder.After several attempts, Jiarui found that he was born to be an emperor who could rule the world, but he was so powerless and insignificant in front of Qinglian.All Jiarui can do now is to tightly hold the slightly trembling hand in his palm, hoping to use his own strength to convey warmth to Qinglian.Just when the guards under the city tower were struggling with the rioting crowd, suddenly a thunderbolt exploded, and the wrath of the gods exploded in an instant, as if to tear this chaotic world apart.The dazzling electric light burns across the sky, cuts through the dense clouds, illuminates everything, and makes all darkness and evil invisible. At this time, the green light shining from the divine jade on Qinglian's forehead complements the skylight.The first thunder made all the crazy people downstairs quiet for a while, not knowing what happened. When the thunder and lightning flashed the sky and split the thick clouds, another thunderstorm followed.The emerald light entangles the lightning on the sky like a snake, and the thunder like a mountain avalanche falls one after another, as if it is falling on the side, as if you can see the sparks splashed on the ground, leaving nothing behind. No chance to breathe.All the people who were furious before became quiet at this moment, from furious to astonished, and now all that remains is panic.The common people stared at Qinglian standing shoulder to shoulder with the emperor on the city tower. Although they could only see a small figure in the distance, under the shroud of the divine jade sky, the flying hair of Qinglian seemed not a person in the world.Is it true that the one who can stay under such a holy light is really a monster, but why is there another disaster under his invitation?So is this an evildoer that even the heavens can't subdue?The common people were a little terrified and puzzled, 20 years is not a short period of time, but it is not eternal life. Almost all the common people who survived the chaos of Qingcheng gathered under the tower today.It is precisely because of what he has experienced in the past that he hates him so much. A cry suddenly burst out from the quiet as stagnant crowd, "Priest of the Moon Kingdom, Yan Lan, son of the Pure Moon God, evildoer!" In the time of Yinguo, Zeng