Flashy Dream of Thunderbolt

"Jealous, possessive..." Death's dark pupils stared at Yue Jiaozi, the barrier Xian Lingxi set up was already in danger, and Death's light flicked it with his hand, and the barrier exploded like a bubble.

Step by step, he came in front of Xian Lingxi, raised her chin with his hand and said, "You have been contaminated with too much worldly atmosphere, lies, vanity, human beings are really contradictory."

Xian Lingxi raised her hand, opened the hand of Death God with the back of her hand, and expressed her position: "I am your benefactor, you should be more polite to me."

"Hahaha, after so many years, you still have this ignorant appearance, girl, the gift I wanted to give you back then was not just the cloak. You could have gained the supreme glory, but you lost it because you left. .”

The past cannot be traced, Xian Lingxi's eyes are confused thinking about everything in the past, and her memory has become a little blurred: "It's just going home to cultivate for a while, I don't lack anything, let alone that kind of glory."

The god of death came to Xian Lingxi's right side, pressed Xian Lingxi's head with pale fingers and asked Yue Jiaozi: "Is she your favorite? Yue Jiaozi, make a wish to me, and I can let you get her."

"I need to know what I need to give?"

Xian Lingxi thought that Yue Jiaozi would directly refuse, but he didn't expect that he would choose to consider it. Death God is not a good person to get along with, Xian Lingxi reminded: "Jue Jiaozi, people who make wishes with Death God will not end well. , don’t tell me you don’t know.”

Yue Jiaozi shrugged indifferently, and said in a normal tone: "I know, but so what? The game of death is over, and now it's a new beginning. Everything has a price, I want to get you, if There is a shortcut, of course I would like to see it.”

"The game of the past is completely over." The god of death looked at the pink curtain, thinking of the pair of bright eyes a long time ago, the woman he cared about most in his life, but now she is dead.

He doesn't know what love is. From despising human nature to seeing the complexity of human nature, he didn't get any answer he wanted to know. Now that he is resurrected, the old dream of the past is only left with the feeling of being lost.

Living is boring, and dying is boring, so you have to find something to do.Xian Lingxi is his lost toy, now that he has found it again, how can he let her go?

True and false, false and true, human feelings are always the best game.

The God of Death pointed at Xian Lingxi and asked, "This is a gamble, do you want to bet?"

"I have to know the prize first before I can tell you whether I am willing or not." Xian Lingxi pinned her hair behind her ears, looking sly like a fox.

Death threw out his chip: "In Jijing, there is a woman named Jin Liushang, she is the messenger sent by that person. If you can win this game, I will tell you the secret of your life. You don't need to work hard to find him with spells, he was born from the same source as you, without a medium, you can't find him, and he can't find you either."

The deep and elegant voice is like the low singing of a cello, the river of Wangchuan flows in his dark eyes, and time makes him mysterious.

This is a game that Xian Lingxi can't refuse. She saw Yuejiao shaking her head at her, but she has long since lost the firmness she had just entered the world: "Let's talk about the rules first."

The god of death raised his right hand, and the black evil energy turned into a lingering villain, while the evil energy in the other hand turned into the gate of the kingdom of death.He said: "This is a very simple game. In the next 100 years, you have to become the saint of the dead country. You can do nothing, but during this period, you cannot explain your position to anyone. .”

"It's very simple." Xian Lingxi thinks that those who believe in her don't need her to explain.

Death's smile was unpredictable: "If you win, I will tell you about that person. If you lose, I only want you for a thousand years."

"can."

"I don't agree." Yuejiaozi immediately stood up and said, "This is just a one-sided game to test her, and you won't lose anything in the end."

Yue Jiaozi didn't want Xian Lingxi to get in touch with her illusory past, he was worried that the unknown past would take her away.

Grim Reaper's open palm clenched into a fist, and the villain transformed by evil spirits shattered and squeezed out from between his fingers. He stared at Yuejiaozi and said slowly: "Don't worry, there is a game just for you. People who think they are smart It is often the easiest to fall into the net weaved by yourself. Can you see through the trajectory of fate? I am the god of fate, and no one can break free from the shackles of fate."

"Oh, what a coincidence, I just don't believe in destiny." Yue Jiaozi sneered: "The shackles of fate, huh, this joke is so cold."

It's fate again, destiny, this kind of hypocrisy is nothing more than the selfishness of the human heart. Who does the savior belong to?Who has been appointed by destiny?If a label can make a person stronger and admired forever, then the existence of such a hero is the biggest lie.

"You're angry." The God of Death used a declarative sentence. Even though Yue Jiaozi didn't show anything on the surface, the God of Death still said affirmatively: "There is darkness deep in your heart that no light can shine through. Even if you treat her It’s interesting to see the past that even my longing can’t dispel.”

Yuejiaozi directly ignored what the God of Death said, and said to Xianlingxi: "I'm leaving first, and I'll come to you after he leaves, my dear, to be honest, I prefer the two-person world between you and me, even though we are alone Your claws are always so sharp."

The door closed with a "click", and Chi Zixin happened to walk to the door of Ning Zijian. Seeing Yue Jiaozi with a cold face, he wanted to look into the room curiously.

Chizixin is bohemian and straightforward: "Brother, I am a hero, young Chizixin, did you catch your wife stealing people inside? Why do you look so angry?"

Yuejiaozi left without paying attention to Chizixin.

Staying in Chizixin alone, he said: "What are you doing so fast, I want to buy you a drink."

In the room, the conversation was still going on, Xian Lingxi put away the enchantment, went to the window and stretched out her hand to push the window open to let the cold wind blow in.

The god of death conjured up his black cloak that has never changed for thousands of years, and he took up his hat to cover his bloody eyes in the black with the dark mist that swirled around him.

"Your abilities haven't fully recovered yet, and I'm resurrected, so you have the responsibility to keep an eye on you so that you don't go to the plight to cause damage. Well, anyway, there is a bet between you and me, so why don't you go back to the country of death with me, the saint of the country of death? Do women have real power? If so, I want to use power for personal gain and close the door of the dead country."

If she really went to the country of death, according to the unexplainable agreement, she could not say goodbye to Su Zhenzhen, nor could she write a letter to Mr. Fei, and she could not even say anything to Yanxiong Bingxuan.

The red lips under the brim of the death hat opened and closed, and a smile that seemed to be a smile that was not a smile hung on his lips. Although the words were peaceful, there was an indescribable creepiness: "It's still a long time. In a hundred years, I will also Returning to the country of the dead with you, you resurrected me, in return, I let go of the plight, and I responded to your request many years ago, you are qualified to be the friend of the god of death."

Xian Lingxi is no longer the little girl who lacked love so much that she couldn't eat without food, these words fulfilled her long-cherished wish that she couldn't get back then, she ignored the divine power on him and looked at him directly: "Since we are friends, how about we bet more? What is a thousand years of time? If I add a thousand years of freedom, Wen Suzhen and the people around him will trust me, even if I don’t explain anything.”

"Allow you, equal chips, if you win, I will cover another game for you that you should have seen through."

After making a bet with the god of death, Xian Lingxi didn't even go back to the vanity dream pavilion, and went back to the country of death with the god of death.

The country of death has a barrenness that Xian Lingxi has never seen before, and even the whole world is only monotonous in black and white.The land here is deserted, no crops can grow, and the riverbed here is dry, no fresh water can flow.The wind in the air is so sharp that it can cut her tender skin. There are no melodious larks, no dripping mountain springs, and even the sky is dead.

Xian Lingxi set up a barrier to block the too dry wind, she carefully avoided the poisonous insects that appeared on the ground from time to time, and said with some annoyance: "Death, to be honest, I regret it, the living conditions here are better than I imagined." The worst ones are too bad, and living for a hundred years is simply torture."

The Grim Reaper was used to living here, and he didn't feel anything wrong. He didn't understand why Xian Lingxi avoided those bugs. She could walk on the corpses of bugs.

"As long as you become the saint of the country of death, you will enjoy the highest treatment." With a slight movement of the finger of the god of death, the poisonous insects in the ground burrowed into the ground in fear.

Seeing the god of death acting like this, Xian Lingxi couldn't help laughing, and she said jokingly: "This place is so poor, the highest treatment is not much better."

At this time, the Heavenly One descended, and the white feathers fell. The Heavenly One's attitude was more respectful than last time: "The Heavenly One greets the Godly One, and the saint returns to the kingdom of the dead."

"Heavenly, well, I'm still here." Xian Lingxi slightly raised the hem of her skirt and said politely: "In the next hundred years, please give me more advice."

"You are the hope for the continuation of the dead country. In this black and white land, the dead country will usher in an unprecedented strength."

With the resurrection of the god of death, Xian Lingxi's willful bet, and the return of the Son of God to the kingdom of death, the situation in the kingdom of death has become more treacherous and complicated.The sky is extremely humble in front of the god of death, just like a proud peacock retracting all its wings.

"I want to see the Son of God." The first thing the God of Death came back was to see the bloodline left by Yixi Haitang, that child was born by Tai Xuezhu and Yixi Haitang.Taixuezhu inherited his power, but it was not his rebirth. Of course, the god of death would care about this.