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Qingning's appearance was something that neither one person nor Squirrel expected. Zhuo'an subconsciously wanted to cover up his embarrassment, but found that his hand bones had been completely broken by the power from the world consciousness, and he could not lift them up at all. Every cent.

His time is running out...

Qingning stepped forward quickly, staring at the bleeding spots on Zhuo'an's skin with red eyes, gritting his teeth and angrily yelling: "This is what the gods said...a short separation?!"

Zhuo'an felt much calmer when he saw that he could not hide his embarrassment.

He smiled gently. Even though his current state was approaching that of a ghost, he still treated Qing Ning as friendly as before.

"My Aning, I just want the world to love you."

"I do not want!"

He shook his head desperately, tears fell from his eyes uncontrollably, and said in a choked voice: "Lord God, I don't want the love of this world, I just want you to accompany me..."

Zhuo'an wanted to raise his hand to wipe his tears, just like before, but he couldn't. The bones of his hand were broken and he could only hang softly by his side, unable to lift it up at all.

He looked at Qing Ning, with love and helpless doting in his eyes that gradually turned from light to dark: "My Aning, be good."

"Now is not the time to be willful..."

Qing Ning wanted to hold his hand, but she was worried that she would touch the bleeding spot on his body and cause him pain in vain, so she only dared to put her hand on the side in vain: "Lord God, I am not willful."

He looked at Zhuo'an who was gradually losing his life, and broke down and cried: "If the price for letting the world love me is to lose you forever, I would rather be rejected by the world all the time!"

"I just need you..."

It was rare that Qing Ning lost his temper like this. He cried and begged his gods to stay for him.

But his power as a god has long been exhausted, leaving only a broken body that can barely survive in this world for a while longer.

Zhuo'an raised his feet and wanted to approach him to coax him, but at this moment, his leg bones were shattered by the squeeze of the world's consciousness, and his whole body fell in the direction of Qingning.

Qing Ning caught his body without thinking. Salty tears fell on Zhuo An's face. His voice was so choked that it became hoarse: "Lord God, don't leave me..."

He was as helpless as a child who had lost a loved one, so clumsy that he didn't know how to hold Zhuo'an's body covered in blood stasis.

The blood spots had spread from his neck to his face, and the purple blood spots were printed on his face, making him look like a ghost and disgusting.

But Qing Ning didn't care. He imitated Zhuo An's previous kiss on his forehead and kissed him softly, his voice filled with great panic: "Lord God, I only have you left..."

If you leave, I will have nothing...

His throat was clogged with blood and he was speechless. However, he still greedily wanted to look at Qing Ning a few more times.

He wanted to see more of this child raised by his own hands and have his image engraved in the deepest part of his soul.

Qingning's kiss had the salty taste of tears. He kissed Zhuo'an's bloody lips. Between their lips and teeth, he begged over and over again: "Don't leave me alone..."

Zhuo'an looked helpless, and some weak divine power condensed on his fingertips.

Salty tears and sweet blood mixed together, and the kiss used to express intimacy became the only way for desperate people to vent their emotions at this moment.

The kiss didn't last long. Zhuo'an in Qingning's arms turned into light and scattered in the wind, blending with the moist air.

This was the most dignified death that Zhuo'an had designed for himself.

Rather than turning into a puddle of blood and staining Qingning's clothes, he wished he could turn into a stream of light and scatter in the air.

Hug Qingning with my body for the last time...

Qingning knelt on the ground in a daze, staring stupidly at the long-dissipated stream of light, clumsily trying to reach out to grab it.

His deep eyes completely turned into shallow ones, and the sins that were inflicted on him were erased from the consciousness of this world with the passing of Zhuo'an.

Xiao Bai watched with displeasure, but he couldn't stop this destined ending.

He could only take over the task of deputy judge after Zhuo'an passed away and regard Qingning as the new successor judge.

He bowed his head in front of Qing Ning and said to him respectfully: "The previous Lord Judge appointed you as his successor, so... you are now the new Chief Judge of the Tribunal."

Xiaobai's words barely brought back some of Qingning's sanity. He grabbed Xiaobai's tail as if grasping the last life-saving straw, and asked him almost like a madman: "As the deputy judge, you must know how to save the life." Return to God, right?"

"Please, tell me how to save God..."

Qingning's behavior was obviously a sign of seeking medical treatment in a hurry. He grabbed Xiaobai and kept asking questions, and his light-colored eyes shed tears uncontrollably.

Xiaobai knew that his current state was very unstable. He sighed and was about to tell Qingning the cruel reality when a giant sickle stained with blood was suddenly placed on his neck.

"My dear brother, why have you turned yourself into such a mess after not seeing me for so long?"

The young man's expression was flamboyant, and his scarlet eyes stared mockingly at the embarrassed Qing Ning. The giant scythe in his hand was clearly placed on Xiao Bai's neck.

Qingning had lost his mind as Zhuo'an left, and naturally had no time to pay attention to this guy who suddenly appeared.

Compared to Qing Ning's indifference, Xiao Bai's opinion of him was obviously much greater. She glared at him with bared teeth: "What are you doing here?!"

Lu Chi held up the sickle and got a little closer to Xiao Bai, and said threateningly: "Little thing, your life is still in my hands. I advise you to be polite to me!"

"Let him go." Qingning stared at Xiaobai in his hand and rarely spoke.

"Brother asked me to let go of this little thing, so of course I will let it go..." He smiled and rolled his eyes, obediently put down Xiaobai with his hand, and even consciously put away the sickle, posing in a posture that looked more well-behaved. look.

Seeing how cooperative he was, Qing Ning frowned and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Of course I listened to Xiao Yu'er and told my brother how to bring that sanctimonious guy back!"

Lu Chi didn't sell out to him, and was the first to explain before he asked: "Xiao Yu'er always thought that guy was a hypocrite before, just trying to deceive your love. It wasn't until the reincarnation was broken that he realized that the guy had been borrowing money from you. In the name of judgment, he secretly transferred all your sins to himself to suffer for you, reluctantly recognized his status, and asked me to come here specifically to tell you how to bring that guy back."

Qingning listened to what he said, regardless of whether it was true or not, and asked him in a trembling voice: "You said...you have a way to bring the Lord God back?"