Douluo Continent's Combat

Chapter 319

"End the original sin!"

"We can finally be freed from the demon god's curse!"

"Lord Fu, kill him!"

The malice from the bottom of the heart of this cursed and suppressed race came overwhelmingly, and they all aimed at the incarnation of the original sin they believed in their hearts, the young man named Qian, also known as Qin Wangyu.

Even if they already know who will survive and who will die, this cannot offset their fear of being cursed for tens of thousands of years.

"Brother." Qian asked with a hippie smile, "Do you think I will make a lot of money if I make an opening today?"

"I don't know if you will make a lot of money, but I know that you will have nothing when you die." Fu said flatly: "Do you remember what I told you?"

"Of course." Qian proudly imitated Fu's usual cold tone, and said: "Come back alive, or I will kill you; come back and win me, or I will kill you."

The two raised their right hands at the same time, turned in a circle, and punched each other's fists.This is their exclusive action as agreed upon.

Make an appointment, let's live together!

only……

"Qian! Qian! Why? Why!??" Seeing the blade in his hand piercing Qian's chest, Fu lost his usual composure and calmness.

Warm blood spurted out from Qian's chest, staining Fu Xuebai's blade red.

"Ha, haha." Qian smiled far-fetched, "You were finally tricked by me, brother..."

"Little ghost, you broke the agreement with me, you will definitely pay for it!"

A cold, gloomy voice rang in his ears, but Qian seemed to have never heard it before, and said with difficulty: "Brother... I, I have heard a, a voice since I was a child, he, he told me, told me many things , but...but none of it is a good thing.”

"But I know that if one day, let that voice come back to the world again, ahem! There must be... many people will lose their lives because of him."

"Qian, don't say it, don't say it!" Fu, who had lost his mind in his golden eyes, covered Qian's trembling chest overflowing with blood, but everything seemed to be of no avail.

"Brother, let go." Qian's chest heaved up and down, "Everyone is right, I am indeed the incarnation of the original sin! But I have never dared to tell you, I am afraid of you, I am afraid of you and them Same, don't want me..."

"Because in this world, only my brother can regard me as Qian, Qin Wangyu, and not the original sin."

A soreness welled up in the eye sockets, and Fu's voice began to tremble uncontrollably, "Stop it, Qian...don't say it, please."

"Brother, everyone in this world says that I am destined to become a heinous existence, but you are a great hero. Brother, do you know that besides being a hot pot connoisseur, I have another ideal."

"That is, I also want to prove that I am a person who is qualified to be a hero, and I also have the qualifications to stand with you."

Saying that, Qian stuffed a blood-stained chess record into Fu's arms.

"This, this is?" Fu asked absently.

"This is me. I found the eternal endgame from all the historical records of the clan. I solved it. Brother, I think you can definitely use this chess game to defeat the Demon God King in the final game."

"Qian, you!" Only then did Fu realize that this kid who hated playing chess since he was a child was willing to study the chessboard obediently recently.Not to escape with myself on the chessboard, but to find a way to defeat the Demon King and save everyone.

"Brother, in fact, I have been afraid since I was a child. I was afraid that my life would be short and meaningless like those clansmen on the wordless tablet. They are like the dust of history, passing away with the wind, and no one will remember them. "

"Qian, you won't, you won't be like them. With my brother here, my brother won't let you go, my brother won't."

"Brother, I'm sorry, I broke my promise with you, but it's not worth sacrificing others for my own sake. If one day, you become a hero stronger than Mian, you can set up a monument for me Bar."

"I don't want to be in this world. No one remembers me. I think...someone in this world will remember that there is a hot pot taster who once came to this world."

Qian smiled again, and finally closed his eyes slowly.

"Qian! Qian!!!" Fu hugged Qian's gradually icy remains, and shouted heart-piercingly, as if the two of us

However, his brother's heart still stopped beating.

"Dead! The original sin is finally dead!" The clansmen shouted excitedly, "Saved! We finally got rid of the curse of short life!"

Exciting shouts were heard endlessly, and everyone was praising their new life and future, but no one felt uneasy and regretful about the loss of a life.

Fu looked at Qian with a peaceful face, as if his heart had stopped beating, and the blood-stained notebook fell out of his arms.

Fu picked up the notebook in a daze, even though it was stained red with blood, he could still see Qian Junxiu's handwriting:
"Travel plan with my brother - go to Yinyang Mountain to find the Gate of the Underworld...go to Angel City to find the remains of the Dragon Clan..."

"what!!!"

boom!
Accompanied by the cries that all the masks of reason were shattered into powder, a thunderbolt broke the black sky.

A dark force escaped from Qian's remains, and condensed into an ominous mask in front of Fu, but this mask was only half.

Seeing this mask, all the Wuchuang clan turned pale with shock.It turned out that this was the original sin that caused their Wuchuang clan to suffer from the demonic virus.

"Qian, you are always like this. You always talk about living for yourself, you are foolish, and you are never in tune, but you always want to save others in your heart, and you are more persistent than anyone else."

Fu carefully stuffed the notebook into his pocket, and said coldly: "But you just have to take a good look, this world is not qualified to be saved by you at all!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took off the half mask from the air, and under the expectant gaze of the clansmen, without the slightest hesitation, he put the mask symbolizing the original sin on his face.

On the other side of his face, the other half, which is exactly the same, but is a black mask looming.

The two halves of the mask merged into one.

"Qian, trust me, trust brother, I will definitely bring you back intact." Wearing a black and white mask, Fu slowly raised his head and looked at the shocked clansmen.

Under the dark eyeholes of the mask, the golden eyes slowly opened, and then were stained red with blood.

"As long as my younger brother can live, you can take everything I have."

"The deal is concluded!" The cold voice echoed in Fu's ears.

(End of this chapter)