let me be quiet

In the heavenly prison in the fairy world, surrounded by black clouds, Ah Tong was hung in the air by countless iron chains. The powerful hostility devoured his weak fairy body like a devil, like countless sharp needles, piercing the bones.

He thought it would be fine to just die like this, everything in this heaven is like a dream, a dream that is so deeply painful that it cannot be hurt, and love is so painful that it cannot be loved.

Do it, it’s actually so good, this bad relationship should have ended long ago, we have fallen too deeply into each other, so that we want to get too much, completely forgetting that we were wrong from the beginning.

Wrong, it is wrong after all, no matter how much you love, it is wrong, the gods all over the sky cannot tolerate it, and the heavens above the ninth level cannot tolerate it, even if you are the son of the emperor, so what can you do?

Ah Tong was swallowed up by the hostility, and his consciousness was gradually slackening. Suddenly, he thought of the mortal world that sister Xian'e said, where flowers can be made into extremely fragrant wine. If possible, he would like to make one. Mortals, this god, is too bitter.

Shaking his head and sighing, he saw a majestic man in a cloak appearing at the gate of the dungeon. The man sent away the guards and came straight to him. The brim of the cloak was slowly taken off.

Ah Tong was surprised to find that the person who came was indeed the Emperor of Heaven.

The Heavenly Emperor waved his hand and formed a barrier in the air. Suddenly, he fell to the ground and knelt down for Ah Tong.

"What are you doing?" Ah Tong wanted to help, only to remember that his hands and feet were entangled in iron chains, and there was a rattling sound, he was shocked and asked urgently.

The Emperor of Heaven lowered his head, Ah Tong couldn't see his face, but he could only hear his sad voice: "The widow is such a son who can be proud of, the widow only hopes that you can let him go. On his shoulders , is to carry the whole world. Rather than, for you, I would rather be depraved, and I hope you can give me a fulfillment for the sake of my advanced age."

At that moment, Ah Tong wanted to laugh, was he singing or not?The corners of his mouth twitched: "Fulfillment? How do you want me to be fulfilled?"

The Emperor of Heaven stood up abruptly, with an old face so ferocious that he was about to stick it on Ah Tong: "As long as you admit that you are a demon boy in the lobby tomorrow, he will not bear the infamy. The most important thing is , you have to make him give up, and let him not have the slightest memory of you, so that he can be a good prince with peace of mind, and sit on the position of the future Tianjun."

"Oh, I see."

Ah Tong nodded thoughtfully, and looked at the Emperor: "By the way, what will happen to me?"

The Emperor of Heaven was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he raised his eyes: "Ashes will be wiped out, and there will be no redemption."

Ah Tong stared at him blankly for a while, but finally couldn't hold back, and laughed dumbly: "Okay, I agree with you."

The Emperor of Heaven looked at him, stretched out his gloves and put on his cloak with a wide brim embroidered with golden silk auspicious clouds, and turned around: "Thank you."

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In the morning, there is rain, the rain outside the sky is icy and cold, covering the whole heaven, like the tears of the sky, melting into the bone cold and cool.

But it will not affect the majestic radiance of Lingxiao Palace, let alone all the immortals in the sky.

Sima Xingjun, Daode Tianzun, Beidou Laoer's altar is located on the side of the dragon chair, subduing the dragon, crouching tiger standing on the left and right, very majestic.

The Emperor of Heaven, covered in gold, was still sitting on the dragon chair, just listening, as quiet as a statue.

A Tong was blindfolded with black silk by the Heavenly Soldiers, and he was escorted to kneel in the center of the hall, while Gan was escorted to stand on the other side of the dragon chair, and the trial began.

Daode Tianzun has a serious face: "Who is kneeling in the hall?"

"Report to Heavenly Venerable, the flower boy of the Flower Field Holy Land, Anonymous." A-Tong's eyes were dark, so he lifted his chin and raised his voice, fearing that he might not be able to hear.