Flashy Dream of Thunderbolt

As soon as the news that Xian Lingxi became the saint of the dead country spread, the miserable state discussed this matter like a frying pan.She never knew that she had such influence, and she obviously didn't have too much influence to trouble her when she was wandering around.

In the Vanity Dream Pavilion, Yanxiu Bingxiu waved his hand, and a set of celadon cups collected by Xianlingxi shattered.He said to Lonely Hou, who always likes to hold a book in his hand, and Taishan collapses in front of him without changing his expression: "It's really getting more and more self-willed. This time, I didn't even say a word when I made a decision. Hehehe, it seems that I have recently It's too quiet, so quiet that she will forget."

The tea in the cup gradually cooled down, Lonely Hou looked at the fragments on the ground with some regret and said: "Don't be so angry, this may be just a game of hers, and the rules of the game may be the reason why she didn't tell you."

The handsome young man said with a smile in his usual insolent tone: "Hehehe, the resurrection of the god of death has made Su Huan really lose his heart. I don't care if she is right or wrong, even Su Huan probably has to bother you and me."

"Su really won't worry about Xian Lingxi betraying him, but even if he believes her, there's nothing he can do about it, because his position determines his future actions." Lonely Hou analyzed rationally, he could see the irritability of Yan Yun and Bing Xian , then asked: "Are you worried that Xian Lingxi will be heartbroken because He Su really confronted the enemy? Actually, there is no need to worry. Even if the god of death is resurrected and the power of the dead country reaches unprecedented strength, she will not let the dead country Invasion of misery."

Yanxiu Bingxuan didn't answer his question, he felt that he knew her well enough: "Lingxi doesn't care about the plight at all."

Lonely Hou accurately grasped the crux of the problem: "But she cares about Suzhen. Even if they have drawn a clear line, their mutual trust and cooperation will not be broken. Without the power to check and balance her, all forces will not be stupid. To become an enemy of her, Zhengdao is no exception."

Yanxiu Bingxuan was silent, he was indeed too protective towards her, she was strong enough, she didn't need his protection at all.

In the kingdom of the dead, Xian Lingxi and the god of death have not yet reached the place where the gods sleep, and the sky and the earth are suddenly dyed with color.Seeing this change, the Celestial Being is happy in his heart but does not show it on his face.

"Son of God, his existence is the hope of all living beings in the dead country."

Xian Lingxi walked beside him, she raised her head to look at Tian Zhe and asked, "Is it your hope too?"

Tianzhe's eyes are always closed, his eyebrows are like finely crafted works of art, only to hear him pause and say: "...It is also my hope."

Between the sleeping gods, a place as noble as the Doomsday Temple of the God of Death.The Qingshengzangyi building is full of exotic customs. In the treacherous space, there are huge white stone pillars. Behind the white curtain, there is a young woman with blue hair playing the piano slowly.The sound of her piano is as gentle as the sound of the moon, and there is some magical power to soothe and calm emotions in the sound of the piano.

The earth sensed the call of the sky, and came to this place. The sky and the earth also expressed their gratitude to the son of the dead country: "Thank you, son of God."

The Son of God responded. As a baby, he was still unable to speak, and could only communicate with the people present through his divine sense.The Son of God proposed that he wanted to be alone with the God of Death. Although Xian Lingxi was curious about what they wanted to say between them, he still respected their private space and left with the God of Death.

In the outside world, Tian Zhe re-examined the woman in front of him who impressed him with admiration. She had black hair and blue eyes like waves. Her slender and soft hands seemed unable to hold a sword, and her fragile skin seemed unable to bear anything. The violent wind, except for the unverifiable legends of beauty and misery, she is almost a mysterious existence.

"Saint, the god of death has chosen you, and I and the land will recognize your existence. Whether your heart is in the kingdom of death or not, the kingdom of death will give you supreme glory."

Xian Lingxi looked back at Tian Zhe, she didn't care about the glory that Tian Zhe said, she only hoped that she could win this game, and then let the time pass quickly, and the very king quickly came out to find her.To her, Very Jun gradually became an existence like air. He was so natural when he was by her side, but once he left, for some reason, she couldn't forget him.

"Heavenly, don't worry, I don't care about everything in the Kingdom of Death. To me, this place is just a place for me to play with Death God. You don't have to care about me so much. Spending your energy on me is a waste."

Heavenly Zhe still had that respectful and false appearance: "You are the one who resurrected the god of the dead country. Heavenly Zhe has always respected the strong."

"Heaven, the existence of life in the dead country makes me appreciate you in my heart. There are not many things I can't do in this world, one of which is to conceive life. Whether it is the creator or the mother, they are the most respectable existences. Destruction It’s only in the blink of an eye, but creation is difficult and arduous. Can you introduce to me the life in the dead country? I’m a little curious.”

Although some of the lives here are ugly in appearance and some have no noble qualities, they are all fresh lives.

Tianzhe looks at Xian Lingxi with a dark and complicated gaze. He is good at calculating but not good at expressing the kindness in his heart that creates life.Only the earth knows the sky well, even if he never said anything, the earth can feel the fluctuation of his mood at the moment.

"On Earth Sin Island in the Kingdom of the Dead, there are noble war clans such as the Red Clan, and the Pi and Ascarid Clans of the middle and lower classes live in the wasteland, and the Pit of Fu Mao is where all the criminals and war criminals of the Kingdom of Death are imprisoned.

The five gods of the dead country are created by the blood of me and the earth. Compared with the blood, ascarid, and pi races created by regeneration magic, the five gods are considered the most advanced race.

I multiplied three races in the wasteland back then, let the three kill each other, and finally the race that is qualified to set foot on Earth Sin Island is worthy of being used by the five gods and can enjoy resources. The two failed races are only worthy of serving as slaves in the wasteland .

Since the creation of the dead country, all of this is the result of survival and slaughter. It is the rule of survival of the fittest that makes their lives continue to this day. The cruel environment does not allow too much kindness. "

Xian Lingxi listened to the sky silently counting the lives he created, his tone was so indifferent, as if he didn't care about these things.

"Who is your proudest work, can you let me meet?"

Tianzhe replied: "Ye Shen has noble blood in his body. He is the last living body of the Hu family, and he is also a fighting genius that is rare in the dead country for a thousand years. If the saint is willing, I can let him accompany you side."

"No need." Xian Lingxi shook her head and rejected Tianzhe's kindness: "I don't need anyone's attendant, I just want to see your work."

"When Ye Shen comes back, I will let him see you."

"En." Xian Lingxi saw that the god of death hadn't come out yet, so she stopped waiting and prepared to go back to her room to rest.

Heavenly Zhe arranged her room next to the Doomsday Temple at the top, and named it "Xueyuehualou".I don't know where I learned that she likes plum blossoms. The sky spent the incomparable resources of the dead country to let the earth plant a red plum blossom in the courtyard where she lived.

After confirming that Xian Lingxi had left, the Earth Zhe looked at her gradually blurred back and said, "Heaven Zhe, is it worth it to please her so much? Her heart is not in the Kingdom of Death."

"Earth, I understand." Heaven has his own plans in his heart, and his thoughts are too heavy. Even though he trusts Earth, he still doesn't share his plan with him.

But even if the sky said nothing, the earth still said: "I believe in your decision."

Xueyuehualou is different from the overly gray color of the dead country, the layout here is like a paradise.Surrounded by streams on the outside, the inner courtyard is verdant.In addition to the red plum protected by magic, Tianzhe also planted some special plants of the dead country here.Although Xian Lingxi mentioned that she doesn't need others to take care of her, Tianzhe still arranged several maids and guards for her.

From the very moment she came in, Xian Lingxi felt the direct gazes of the people in the room. She didn't wear a veil. One of the benefits of associating with strong people is that they won't be too obsessed with beauty.

But ordinary people are different, Xian Lingxi looked at the source of my gaze, and everyone where the gaze passed lowered their heads and pretended to be busy with the matter.

Xian Lingxi asked, "Did the heavens send you here?"

Those people looked at me and I looked at you, and then a woman who looked more mature stood up and replied humbly: "Go back to the saint, yes."

"Go back, I don't need your help to clean up the house, and I don't need you to protect my safety."

In fact, giving her these manpower is equivalent to giving her some power, but she doesn't care about it.

Those people paused for a moment, and when they saw Xian Lingxi's face getting colder and colder, they decided to leave wisely.

After those people left, Xian Lingxi looked to her right side, and said to the air: "Oh, everyone is gone, can you come out, Yuejiaozi? Don't forget, I gave you that book , You can't hide this little trick from me."

Accompanied by her words, a black space crack appeared in the air, Yuejiaozi jumped out from it, he took off his ghost mask and put it on the table, and said: "Just try it, the magic book you gave Except with you, I have never failed."

Xian Lingxi said proudly: "Of course, my things are not ordinary. By the way, what are you doing here? You don't participate in the game of death."

"How could I let you be alone with the God of Death? You are my woman, and I have to take good care of you." Yue Jiaozi habitually teased her, and she had become familiar with it.

"Boring, this is the territory of the Heavenly One, he will not allow you to stay."

"It's so lonely here. For a hundred years, no one will accompany you. Can you bear to go to the misery and not find the people in the vanity dream pavilion?"

Thinking of Yanxiong Bingxian and the others in her head, Xian Lingxi was a little unsure of herself: "It's only a hundred years."

"It's only a hundred years if someone is with you. If you don't have someone to accompany you, you will feel that time passes very slowly."

"...Okay." Anyway, he has the same face as Mr. Fei, at least he looks more pleasing to the eye, the dead country is barren and monotonous, and it is really hard to spend a hundred years here, so she compromised: "It doesn't matter if you want to stay or not." stay."

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The life of cohabitation in a century-old dead country begins, which makes the heroine increase her favorability for the proud son.