I killed my daughter-in-law

"Nezha! Let me out!"

Ao Bing destroyed the entire map of Shanhe Sheji unsightly, but no matter how he attacked, he couldn't get out.

Nezha borrowed the map of Shanhe Sheji from Taiyi Zhenren, and locked Ao Bing in. Without his permission, Ao Bing would never come out.

Nezha stood outside the map of Shanhe Sheji, watching Ao Bing destroy all the world he had drawn, without the slightest displeasure on his face, but with a doting smile on his face.

Seeing that there was nothing in the map of Shanhe Sheji that Ao Bing could continue to smash, he waved his hand, and the world in the map took on a new look.

This time, it was on the bank of the East China Sea at Chentangguan.

Ao Bing saw the surrounding ruins turn into dust in an instant, and knew that the world was about to change again.I don't know how many times this is, every time he destroys the world beyond recognition, the person outside will draw a new one.

Ao Bing wanted to smash it with the man outside, but the man didn't let him out, and he didn't come in.

He watched the intertwining of light and shadow in front of him, the change of time, and the double hammers in his hands were ready to go.

You create a world, I will destroy a world!

I want you to know that what you have fabricated is just an illusion!It's all vain!

However, when Ao Bing saw clearly where he was in front of him, he couldn't swing the hammers.

By the East China Sea.

Ao Bing closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were calm.

"Nezha, come out!"

Nezha did not appear, but a conch shell appeared at his feet.

Ao Bing picked up the conch, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.He remembered this conch, the one he had brought with him since he was a child.

Ah, no wonder I never saw her again after waking up, so...

"Nezha, how long are you going to keep me here? Ten years? A hundred years? Or a thousand years?"

Nezha stretched out his hand to touch the face of the person in the painting: "As long as you don't leave me, what's the matter for thousands of years?"

Ao Bing laughed angrily.

Thousands of years?Even God may not have a million years.

"Aren't you afraid that I hate you?"

"After all, you don't like me anymore. It's good to hate me. As long as you don't forget me."

"you……"

Ao Bing didn't want to talk any more with this lunatic, and jumped into the sea in his original form.

This is why the picture of mountains, rivers and land is so good, what it looks like in the picture, even the sea is the same as the real one.

But in the end it's fake.

Because there is no dragon palace in the sea, no father and king.There is only cold sea water and boundless solitude.

Nezha, Nezha, what do you want?

Ao Bing lay on the rocks under the sea and had a dream, a bizarre dream.When I woke up, I didn't remember anything, I just remembered that there was a person blowing conch in the dream.Even after waking up from the dream, the sound of the conch still echoed in my ears.

It took a while for Ao Bing to come back to his senses, raised his hand to look at the conch in his hand, then slowly brought it to his mouth, and blew the melody from his dream.

When the conch sound stopped, tears were streaming down my face.

Ao Bing raised his hand and touched his face, it was wet.There was a trace of doubt on the expressionless face.

Why are you crying?

Unable to understand, he lay back on the reef, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Forget it, I can't go out anyway, so let's take a good rest

……

Nezha only dared to appear in front of Ao Bing when Ao Bing was asleep. He was not afraid of Ao Bing, but himself.I was afraid that I would lose control of myself and do something that would hurt Ao Bing.

As long as Ao Bing is willing to remember him and forgive him, he can gouge out his heart and give it to Ao Bing.

But Ao Bing was unwilling.

Nezha sat beside Ao Bing and watched Ao Bing's sleeping face quietly. The sleeping Ao Bing was quiet and beautiful.It made Nezha think of the little dragon who was struggling in the deep pool for him for no reason.

"Ao Bing..."

What should I do with you?

He kissed those soft lips piously, with indescribable love and passion, and with loneliness and determination.

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The author has something to say: Ah... Although it is said to be abuse, why do I feel that Ao Bing is still being abused? ? ?

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