Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

The old emperor naturally understands the loneliness he should bear as the emperor of the Jiuchongtian Palace.

But he still has his clansmen and brothers to shoulder this heavy responsibility with him.

As for Liang Lin, there was only one person from beginning to end.

He was about to fall, and there was only unspeakable distress in his heart for the dangerous situation this man would face in the future.

The old emperor stood up slowly, and continued, "That's what the Kunwu sword is for."
"Liang Lin, you are sitting in the Nine Heavens Palace alone. You should have a killing artifact to help you out, so that you can shock everyone in Xuanyan, and you can bear the extremely heavy responsibility."

"This is also the last thing we people can leave for you."

.......
A monk other than ancient paintings and artifacts.

All eyes are red now.

"It turns out that this is the real purpose of letting the emperor go to the Song family to get the Kunwu sword."
"It turns out that this is the reason why many priests and generals in the Jiuchongtian Palace want to sacrifice part of their power to the Kunwu sword."

All the monks sighed, with indescribable sorrow and indescribable helplessness in their hearts.

On the one hand, these emotions come from the old emperor.

This old man had been secretly guarding Xuanyan Continent all his life, but when he was dying, he was still carefully planning a way out for all living beings.

On the one hand, it comes from the emperor.

He was really, really lonely.

People like the old emperor, as well as his family, shoulder this heavy responsibility with him.

But Dijun, there is only one person.

Thinking of his loneliness and his current ending, all the monks felt indescribable pity in their hearts.

……

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

The old emperor said softly: "Liang Lin, haven't you always wanted to know what the last thing is?"
Liang Lin slowly raised his head and looked at the old emperor.

He saw a smile on that dejected face.

Seeing that unpredictable emotion, there is a bit of no hesitation revealed.

"The last thing, I want you to kill me now..."

Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

until this time.

Listening to what the old emperor said just now, the monks no longer felt much shock in their hearts.

Because in their consciousness, it is impossible for the emperor to kill the old emperor who has been kind to him for no reason.

Hearing what the old emperor said at this moment, all the monks felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

"It turns out that it was because of this reason that the emperor tortured and killed the old emperor back then, and was infamous for being ungrateful and cruel."

"It turned out that it was the old emperor who asked the emperor to kill him."
All the monks sighed silently.

In addition to suddenly realizing, it is more of inner grief.

Rong Lianxue's eyes were mixed with various emotions.

She always thought that Liang Lin was ungrateful and brutally killed her father.

Even if so many female emperors stood back to Liang Lin's side one after another, she did not waver.

It's all because she witnessed what happened that year.

But until this time.

Only then did she realize that she had wrongly blamed that man for tens of thousands of years!
Liang Lin had already taken on a lot, but as his wife, she didn't share some of the responsibilities for him. On the contrary, after he became the emperor of Jiuchongtian Palace, she became his biggest obstacle.

"Liang Lin."

Rong Lianxue softly recited the name, two strings of tears slowly fell from the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, the originally graceful and luxurious face was filled with extremely complicated emotions.

Her eyes were full of sadness, heavy sadness.

"It turns out that I really couldn't keep up with the girls around you from the beginning to the end..."

The eyes of all the monks looked into the artifact of the ancient painting again.

Until this moment, they still have some doubts.

Since the old emperor was destined to become a sculpture, and he was also destined to die generously, why did he let the emperor personally kill him?
Doesn't he know that such a request will make Emperor Liang Lin's heart feel even more difficult?
……

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

Liang Lin's eyes froze suddenly, and he looked at the old emperor seriously, his eyes were full of indescribable complex feelings.

The old emperor had a smile on his face, a slightly bitter smile.

He turned around and looked at a sculpture at the end.

There are unspeakable nostalgia and unspeakable regrets in the eyes.

As if thinking of an old friend, he said softly: "This is the tradition of every generation of emperors, and every generation of emperors has passed it down like this."

"Only if you kill me with your own hands, my existing Dao fruit and all my strength will gather on you and help you grow rapidly in the future."

"Only if you kill me with your own hands, can you be recognized by Xuanyan Heaven and Earth and become a new generation of emperor protected by this Heaven and Earth."

"And you have to behead me with your own hands, and the Kunwu sword will be stained with the blood of the God of Ascension, then you can attack and grow into a real peerless magic weapon faster."
Inexplicable complex emotions rose in Liang Lin's eyes.

The face of the old emperor was full of helpless wry smiles, all of which were distressing for this man.

In the past, he also came here like this.

So he could empathize with Liang Lin's feeling at this moment.

The old emperor stood on the spot, waved his sleeve robe lightly: "Liang Lin, you should take a look at these first."

In the distance, heavy clouds churned, and a scene gradually emerged.

"Hey..."

It was the first cry of a newborn baby.

On the bed in the house, the woman with disheveled hair and beads of sweat all over her forehead showed a satisfied smile as she looked at her child who was born in October.

The man was holding the baby, and his unpretentious face was full of joy.

The scene in front of him shook and suddenly shattered.

The dots of starlight re-gathered into a new scene.

At the entrance of a somewhat crude courtyard, there were two big red lanterns hanging.

Young men and women, wearing bright red wedding dresses, bowed slowly to the old man in the high hall.

The young couple looked at each other with happy and shy expressions on their faces.

An old partner, looking at each other and smiling, is satisfaction and joy.

"Om..."
The scene in front of me turned into dots of starlight, re-gathering.

In the small village with simple folk customs, children are chasing and playing freely, laughing from time to time.

When night falls, the voice of a woman calling for a child can occasionally be heard in the village.

"Run slowly, don't fall."
"Lin'er, hurry home and eat..."
"Om..."

The scene in front of me turned into dots of starlight again, and then gathered again.

A funeral took place in this family today.

The filial sons and virtuous grandchildren knelt on the grave and wept bitterly.

The white-haired old woman hugged the tombstone with endless sorrow in her heart.

"Om..."
The scene shatters again and reassembles.

It was a throne with power over the world, standing majestically on the top of the Nine Heavens Palace.

Possess the most important power, the most lofty status.

But that throne is doomed to be lonely and cold.