It's hell, my lord

When He Xian woke up, he found himself lying on a stone bed that was not soft. It looked like he was in the palace in the past, but this mortal body, he didn't know how long he had been lying on it, and he still felt his body was cramped.

There is no one around, and there is no light, only candles are burning a few meters away.He naturally walked towards the light, but ran into Qing Lang who was coming, "Are you awake?"

"Where is the exit? How long have I been sleeping here?" Even if he fainted, He Xian couldn't get angry with him at all. After all, the godhead he imposed on him was also very rascal.

Qing Lang carried a takeaway box that didn't quite match the image, and imagined a table next to them out of thin air: "Are you hungry?"

"Qing Lang." He Xian always felt that something bad had happened, his mood was impetuous, and he couldn't calm down at all: "Let me out."

Qing Lang lined up the lunch boxes, raised his hand again, and the surrounding lights were brightly lit. He Xian found that these were ordered by himself for a while, and opened the boxes one by one with his slender fingers: "Come on, everyone It's what you like to eat."

"I told you to let me out." He Xian articulated his words clearly, almost every word was squeezed out between his teeth.

"Are you worried about Zhu Xingchen? I have let him live for so long, and I am already very kind." Qing Lang smiled, and the tear mole at the corner of his eyes was slightly charming: "I have already killed him." .”

He Xian raised his hand and lifted the dishes on the table, it was the first time he was so angry: "He has no grievances or enmity with you...!"

"Father, don't be too angry." Qing Lang hugged him: "The fake heart of the puppet can't withstand your tossing like this."

He Xian pushed him away fiercely, his voice was trembling and unappealing: "Dead... Even if he died, he would always leave a corpse behind. I don't believe... You give him back to me."

Qing Lang suddenly froze: "If he really died, what will my father plan to do to me?"

"You are a god, I cannot kill you."

"Then what does father plan to do with himself?"

He Xian paused and said, "It's ruined."

He shouldn't have appeared in this world in the first place, the reason was that he was annihilated with flying ashes, and there was nothing left.Since living is going against the sky, if the next generation can't even see the person he likes, how can he survive without ideals and relatives?

In this life, he was just an ordinary person. Although he used the body of a puppet, he was a complete mortal psychologically.And if a mortal has no hope, no expectation of some good things, then it is actually no different from death.

"When did father become so cowardly? In this world, no one can live without another person. The sun still rises in the east, the sun sets in the west, and everything in the world still spins..." Qing Lang said.

He Xian interrupted him, and said without emotion: "But I am not a human being, and I don't have the so-called responsibilities and responsibilities of human beings. If I die, no one will be affected, and no one will be unable to live because of my death." .”

"So if you kill me or not, it depends on your words." He Xian remembered the old things, but he didn't forget the scoundrel that he learned from Zhu Xingchen - whether I die or not, it depends on your words. thing.

After all, with Qinglang's ability to rise to the godhead now, even if Zhu Xingchen's internal organs were eaten up, he still had to lift his fingers to make him come back alive.

Qinglang still talked about him from left to right: "Father, I actually hate you sometimes. You made me this high and lonely god, and you die generously with your great principles, and... you have to let me go from here. Brought out of the depths of hell, let me experience the fleeting warmth, and then continue to love others."

"So I guide Zhu Xingchen to bring you to Wan Yunhong's house, Lost Paradise, I want to watch you panic and kill you, then there will be no weakness for me in this world." Qing Lang took it easy He said slowly, like a non-violent defense: "But every time I trap you, I can't bear it. Even when I think of you dying in my arms dripping blood, every cell in my body is hugged tightly by me, I was so excited."

"But... I still can't do it." I'm sorry, Ming.Qing Lang muttered a sentence in his heart, and brought He Xian from the basement to the front of the formation in an instant.

Countless people have been hanged to death in this community, men and women, and all kinds of professions.This time Qing Lang withdrew the restraint method of concealing the smell, and suddenly resentment and gloom surged to the sky.

"Looking at the acquaintance, I put Zhu Yinfeng and Lin Shuci back. As for their adopted son... I have already burned him with a fire, and there is not even a soul left." Qing Lang pressed down. Trembling He Xian: "I did all this for you, I have collected enough yin and yang energy, and Zhu Xingchen is your last weakness."

"I will reshape your physical body, and then return the godhead to you, and let you be the only god in this world who has no worries and no hindrances." Qing Lang's smile gradually distorted, and he took the sword from his waist Come down and hand it to He Xian: "I feel angry, regret it..."

Before he could finish speaking, He Xian had already drawn out his sharp sword and stabbed towards Qing Lang crookedly.Qing Lang couldn't stop backing away. There were countless lacerations on his body, but he never hurt his vitals.I don't know why, the more Qinglang dodges and smiles at him, his rationality almost plummets, and in the end his eyes are red, and there is no rationality at all.

Finally, Qing Lang stood in the center of the top floor, the stars all over the sky were stirred into the vortex above his head, the sword in He Xian's hand paused, and sank into Qing Lang's heart without any resistance.

The black chaos spewed out, and gathered together with the stars again, "Qing Lang!" He Xian looked at him in a daze, Qing Lang opened his mouth, but didn't spit out a single syllable, but He Xian understood the words, and there was no sound. Confession is the content of a book he read some time ago, he said: "I love you, I am a five-legged monster, but I love you."

After speaking, his entire body was torn apart, and endless chaos and yin qi blended together, and finally poured into He Xian's body. At the same time, there was also strong yang qi blessing around the house, So that this chaos will not leak out.

"Xiao Xian!" When Zhu Xingchen and a group of people came, only He Xian was lying in the middle of the top floor.He quickly ran over to check his breath, there was no heat, even He Xian was cold all over.Zhu Xingchen was at a loss for what to do in a panic, and lost the little remaining true energy to him, and pinched others.

Lin Shuci and Zhu Yinfeng came over to take a look, the former probed with his spiritual sense, and his soul was almost swallowed by He Xian's body, he squeezed Zhu Xingchen's shoulder: "Don't be nervous, Qinglang should have succeeded. "

"What succeeded?" Zhu Xingchen asked without knowing it. Although He Xian closed his eyes now, Zhu Xingchen could indeed feel his strength. He could feel this indescribable oppression just by holding him: " Has he... turned back to Ming?"

"You can also say that, but Qinglang is dead, so you should remember the memories suppressed by him." Zhu Yinfeng said.

Zhu Xingchen was stunned, he had just escaped from the battlefield full of puppets, his mind was full of looking for He Xian, his thinking was almost stagnant.When I came back to my senses, I realized that there was indeed something more in my mind.

After Ming died, he and Qing Lang killed more than half of the useless gods in the heavenly court.It's a pity that the dripping blood did not make him feel refreshed.After realizing that such revenge was meaningless, Zhu Xingchen and Qing Lang Lingshen sat down and made a plan, saying so, but in the end it was Qing Lang who carried it out.

Because Qinglang Mingming's last bone left to Zhu Xingchen hides a faint trace of spirit, and it is probably the reason why he wants to protect Zhu Xingchen for a lifetime.It is not impossible to let this trace of spirit enter reincarnation.

Legend has it that at the end of the Wangchuan River, there is a boulder that controls reincarnation. As long as you enter the boulder and engrave your name on it, a new life will be born in reincarnation in this world.

Zhu Xingchen went there with Yuanhun who had been brought up by Qinglang. This Ming had no consciousness at all, but sometimes he looked at it and still felt it was a great comfort.Qing Lang has already ascended to the godhood, although he can still go to hell, but the road leading to the root of reincarnation is not opened for any god, so he can't walk in it.

Zhu Xingchen didn't know how long he walked along the dark river, and the scenery in front of him hardly changed.As a mountain spirit, he is tireless and does not know food and clothing.But Zhu Xingchen realized that he was getting old. He stroked his beard and long hair, only to find that he had already turned gray.

The immortal mountain spirit is old.So at least it shows that this road is indeed leading to reincarnation.