I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

The atmosphere in the room was tense.

Every word O'Neill said made Bai Jingyan feel heavy.

The other party used race to kidnap his emotions, but it hit the vital point and hit him where it hurts.

Establishing the Demon Kingdom and reviving the demon race is his obsession, and sunny days are also his persistence that he is unwilling to let go.

The abomination of Onir is that he made the two things contradict each other, making him hate the person he loved and the choice he made...

There was a cold flame burning in his grey eyes, and he looked at Onir as if he were a dead object.

"She will not marry Tasriel, nor will she be the sinner who revives the demon race."

"I don't deny the efforts and contributions of the Canyon Clan, but Emile still deserves to die!"

"It has nothing to do with anything else, just because of his deception and offense to me!"

"And there is more than one way to revive the demon race!"

O'Neill's veins bulged, and he shouted with all his strength, "But that's the fastest and most stable way!"

"Because of your selfishness! Countless demon warriors will die on the battlefield in the future!"

"Those are all your future citizens of the Demon Kingdom!"

"Are they not as good as a human woman?"

"Or are you ready to give up on Lan Ze and take the demons back to the chaotic demon realm?"

Bai Jingyan's chest heaved violently, and his eyes were filled with black mist.

If it were in the past, he would be willing to lead the demons back to the chaotic demon realm, and he would agree with Lan Ze to only allow intelligent shapeshifting monsters to travel.

But now that he has been infected by evil thoughts, he is unwilling to accept this.

He didn't want to give up this piece of blue sky and fertile land, and didn't want to hide in the darkness forever...

Thinking of Qingtian's denial and contempt for the demons, and his cold rejection of him, he clenched his teeth, and his heart became darker.

"No, Lanze is from the demon clan! We want to stay here and build a demon kingdom!"

"Even low-level demons must stay here!"

Seeing that Bai Jingyan was obviously aroused, O'Neill said with a malicious smile:

"It seems that you are not completely confused by love."

"If I were you, I would continue with Emil's plan! Let Lorendel marry Tasriel and become a sacrifice for the coming of the Demonic Kingdom. A temporary sacrifice is always better than..."

With a bang, a huge wave of magical power resounded within the barrier.

Before O'Neill could finish his words, he was smashed to pieces on the ground with his eyes open. However, there seemed to be a malicious smile in his eyes until his death...

Bai Jingyan's hands were shaking a little, and even Qingtian in his arms was trembling.

It took him a long while to remove his gaze from Onir's purple-blue eyes.

The two high-level star beast cores he gave to Emil that year were used one on Emil and the other on Onir.

It's not just about exchanging benefits, but also about having two more powerful men in the demon clan.

But now both of them are dead, dead in the same room...

The sofa in the living room was so broken that no one could sit on it, so Bai Jingyan carried Qingtian to another room.

After putting the man on the bed, he sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression.

On the wall of the room hung a portrait of Emile and Anjouqi from a long time ago. In the portrait, the young and beautiful Anjouqi and the gentleman-looking Emile were holding hands, their eyes full of love.

Bai Jingyan leaned back in his chair and smiled sarcastically, his eyes fixed on Qingtian who was lying flat on his back.

"You should be happy now."

"Emir and Onir are dead, and the Fountain of Life has been taken away by you. The road to the demon race's revival has become more tortuous."

……

Qingtian lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, with no joy or worry on his face.

Bai Jingyan's face darkened a bit, "Does being mine make you so miserable? Where have your ideals, your love and hate, your stubbornness gone?"

"What's the difference between you being dead and being like this?"

"Are you punishing me or yourself in this way?"

……

The silent silence answered everything.

Qingtian's consciousness space was in chaos, the black hole of his soul was scattered into countless small stars that flickered, the dark purple and gold mist filled the entire space, and chaotic memory fragments jumped between different stars.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.

Both her struggle and her emotions were eventually integrated into the destiny of God.

Last night, lying on the cold wooden table, Qingtian's desperate consciousness collapsed, leaving only the idea of ​​Tiandao as a divine evil.

Since it cannot be changed, just let it be. Everything is just a passing cloud.

At this moment, she is a sunny day, but also no longer a sunny day. She is just an established procedure, a prelude leading to the end of Lanze.