Demon Lord 3

Wen Qihua's condition became worse. He couldn't believe what I said and wanted to run out, but I stopped him and said, "I know you are uncomfortable and heartbroken, but you must not act on your own in this matter. The reason for you is just to let you sleep well here. We can't let outsiders know about those people. They just want to catch you. If you let those people catch you, this matter will not be reversed by us. This world is yours, and this world will always shine. You shouldn't lose your whole self because of this. What's the matter? Make it clear in the tent." He breathed a sigh of relief, and then shed a few lines of tears. He said that the bad guy might be him, and he might never be able to avenge this. After all, he believed in his heart that the enemy was him. He was the one who killed his best friend and best brother with his own hands. So what if there was corruption? They fought together to build this world, but he had no mercy in his heart at the beginning. He sank heavily onto the bed again, his eyes closing. I knew he was truly exhausted. He drifted off again, and I didn't know when he would wake. I went to another tent, also feeling groggy. Perhaps he hadn't gotten the results he'd wanted in all this time. Perhaps he hadn't understood why his brothers had left him like this. They hadn't even given him a chance to repent, not even a chance to explain. Day after day, year after year, perhaps he would continue to repent, pondering the truth day and night. Perhaps the passage of time might be faster or slower, longer or shorter. What would the eternally immortal think? Every place has a character like this, like the Bao Xier I saw. His lifespan is infinite, stretching endlessly in this world, with no end in sight. Perhaps the world's destruction will be the day he dies. What would he think then? When you possess this unique skill, you are destined to be abandoned by everyone. They are destined to precede you, to make you repent, to make you sad, rather than them feeling sorry for you. Do they regret their own abilities or regret their past mistakes? What is there to regret in life? If I leave his brothers here to wait, and they truly establish their own regime, will they still be able to come out and do what they want? I doubt they'll use house arrest, something I can even imagine. How many times have these kings used it? Perhaps those people, too, yearn for freedom, those who want to soar to the sky. Perhaps only by spreading their souls can they reveal their last brilliant rays of sunshine. As the sun slowly sets, the world falls silent. Finally, at nightfall, I don't check on him, but instead wonder if I had to do it differently. If I met those people, would I also want to put them under house arrest? Was it just my initial impression, or do I still feel that way now that things have unfolded? I didn't expect that it was me who fell asleep this time. The physical energy consumed by running around these days is also extremely high. Although I have a solid foundation, I haven't recovered properly for a long time. Thinking carefully about my current state, perhaps I am the most tired. I have to worry about others and think about my own life. I don't know what my limit is, nor do I know how to persuade others. Maybe I can't even persuade myself, so how can I persuade others? Lying there, I had nothing to do. After falling asleep, I also met the true God whom I hadn't seen for a long time. Every time I am in trouble, perhaps he can appear. I put on a smile this time, a faint smile. He looked at me and drank tea by himself. I watched him transform a new teacup and handed it to me. I asked him if it was a gift? He nodded and said it was a gift. I took the brand new teacup and placed it on the table. He heated the cup with fresh tea and poured me some good tea. I smiled slightly, took a sip, and said, "Not bad, sweet, not as bitter as I imagined." The True God smiled but said nothing, simply drinking his tea. He said he found the tea neither bitter nor sweet. Perhaps the reason I could taste the sweetness was because I had tasted too much bitterness. I shook my head and said it was a matter of taste. I took a few more sips and asked him if he had any tea that was even more bitter. I wanted to try it. If I could drink more tea from such a powerful figure, I would surely increase my cultivation.