It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Xiao Huai possessed the souls of countless people who died at the hands of Lu Yuan.

This possession still allowed him to clearly feel the emotions and pain of the deceased.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a cold hand pierced his heart directly, and blood gushed out.

He looked down at the hand, and the owner of the hand was Lu Yuanshi.

Lu Yuanshi's eyes were as cold as the wind on a winter night.

Xiao Huai wanted to struggle, but he only felt his body gradually becoming cold and weak.

His vision blurred and his consciousness was gradually swallowed by darkness.

But the next moment, he opened his eyes again.

This time, his neck was strangled fiercely, and Lu Yuanshi's hands were like steel, lifting him off the ground.

He could hear a slight creaking sound from his cervical vertebrae, his breathing became increasingly difficult, his legs kicked helplessly in the air, and his vision fell into darkness again.

Then the next time, he opened his eyes and Lu Yuanshi's figure appeared in front of him again.

This time, he held a sharp dagger in his hand, and the blade pierced his chest without hesitation. The piercing pain made Xiao Huai's body suddenly stiffen.

Lu Yuanshi's eyes remained indifferent, as if he was carrying out a very ordinary task.

Countless times, he opened his eyes and closed them, and every time the result was death.

Each time he tried to resist, as all dying men do.

But his movements were always ruthlessly suppressed, and his struggles were like a futile ant trying to shake a tree, meaningless.

At first, the wild beating of his heart almost tore his chest apart. Fear, shock, anger, and all kinds of emotions hit him like a storm.

He was feeling the same pain as the deceased.

He felt the scream in his throat being suppressed in his chest, and the severe pain in his limbs made his nerves tense to the extreme on the brink of death.

However, with each cycle of death, the initial shock and fear were gradually replaced by numbness.

Every death is like a recurring nightmare, and it seems that there is no possibility of waking up at the end of the nightmare.

Lu Yuanshi's face became clearer and clearer in the repeated scenes of death. That face without a trace of mercy was like an eternal ice sculpture.

The heart gradually cooled down, leaving only numb pain and deep fatigue.

Loki's laughter continued to reach my ears.

As he spoke, his voice was as ghostly as the wind.

"He is the ultimate hunter. The gods are nothing but ants in front of him. The gods are afraid of him because... he has slaughtered too many gods."

A cool breeze brushed Xiao Huai's cheek, and Loki's voice became closer.

"Xiao Huai, do you know? The God of Chaos is like a scavenger." Loki laughed softly, his voice carrying a hint of chill.

"The meaning of his existence is to eliminate those superfluous things that hinder the flow of order. Mortals, gods, rules, beliefs - in his eyes, these are nothing but garbage that needs to be disposed of. Killing for him is not a personal catharsis, but a necessary cleansing process."

Loki paused, as if he was thinking about something, and his voice became even deeper: "Do you think you will make an exception in front of him?"

Suddenly, the cycle of death ended and Loki appeared in front of Xiao Huai.

He lifted Xiao Huai's chin and shook his head, as if whispering sympathy to a loser:

"You're wrong. When he instinctively realizes that you're wrong, you'll be no different from those dead souls, just a speck of dust waiting to be swept away."

order.

The existence of Chaos is the most uncontrollable chaos in the world.

The gods are ruthless, and Chaos is even more ruthless.

He used to not even have any so-called emotions, and relied solely on his intuition to eliminate those who violated his cognition and order.

He didn't dare to be moved, he couldn't be moved.

That's because once you are tempted, you will destroy the order of the God of Chaos.

Xiao Huai will be in extreme danger.

For Chaos, being with Xiao Huai is healing, redemption, and also... a luxury.

He is the embodiment of chaos, and the gods fear his power because he never bends to anyone or any rules.

There is no one more suitable to protect the Tree of Life than him.

The Tree of Life is the source of order in the world of gods, connecting countless of the most powerful seals in the world.

The gods petitioned, their lives depended on the sacred tree.

To tie him to the sacred tree is the wish of all gods and their prayer for survival.

It is a wish and also a curse.

Not only was he bound by fate, he was also abandoned by the entire world of gods.

His existence became a fear of the gods and a rebel against order.

No one was willing to face up to his power and chaos, and he became a nightmare that everyone wanted to forget.

An existence that is completely rejected and permanently sealed can never be changed.

Loki's hand slowly moved up along Xiao Huai's chin, his movements elegant yet a little cold, like a master looking down at a toy. His fingertips brushed through Xiao Huai's hair, with a hint of teasing and condescendingness.

He thought he could see disappointment, sadness, and even helpless tears in Xiao Huai's eyes.

After all, Xiao Huai has experienced enough torture here, and countless deaths are enough to destroy anyone's will.

However, after a long time, Loki did not get the response he wanted.

No disappointment, no humiliation, and no tears.

On the contrary, what he waited for was a sudden mocking smile on Xiao Huai's lips.

Xiao Huai raised his eyes, his eyes showing coldness and disdain, and he said lightly: "Have you said enough?"

After he finished speaking, Loki was stunned for a moment.

Xiao Huai continued, "Night Watchman, is it your resentment that you are guarding? Is it because you have been killed several times that you have such a deep impression of him?"

Loki's face darkened, and his smile faltered slightly.

Although he doesn't talk much, he is quite sharp-tongued.

"It seems that you are the type who won't cry until you see the coffin." Loki lowered his voice.

However, Xiao Huai looked at him fearlessly, with a deeper smile in his eyes, as if the threat and pain brought by Loki was nothing but a ridiculous joke in his eyes.

"I always have." He chuckled.

Loki slowly loosened his hand, then he stood up straight, turned his back and scanned the surroundings.

"The real night is much more dangerous than it is now. If I say I'm protecting you, would you believe me? After all, the deaths you've experienced were just experiences I arranged for you, not real deaths."

A hint of darkness passed across his profile, and his high nose bridge and slightly raised corners of his mouth outlined an extremely contradictory beauty.

The black runes under his eyes suddenly flashed, with a hint of madness and danger.

"One day, it will be either you or him who will make the choice." Loki's voice became deeper and deeper.

As soon as he finished speaking, countless white hand bones suddenly spread out on the ground, growing continuously from the ground, crawling, entangled, and becoming more and more.