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At this time, it was already as dark as night, but the white snow outside the window reflected the sky and the earth brightly.

In the temples of the ancient temples, dim and yellow ever-burning lamps were lit. Outside the green smoke, there were many ghosts who came here after smelling the smell. They squatted outside the Buddhist gate and looked in, holding a golden imperial edict eager to try, trying to get the "edict" by chance. man of.

Cang Qi squinted outwards, and waved his hand to close the thick curtain of the attic terrace, such shallow little monsters couldn't get into his eyes...except for the one in his arms.

The little snail crawling on the chest poked its tentacles into the soft and firm chest, urging him to talk about what happened next, eager to know whether Cang Qi saved the Xia clan, and why the Emperor of Heaven said that he committed a serious crime killing.

Cang Qi only felt that the wontons were sticking wetly to his chest, and the feeling of touching himself with the tentacles was numb and itchy. The small jade-white shell exuded a lustrous luster in the dim light. Without even thinking about it, I opened my mouth, sucked it in, and grinded it back and forth with a mouthful of fine teeth.

"You~quick~say~ah~"

Cang Qi teased him with a smile, then paused, and measured the wonton with his fingers, "You seem to be a bit fatter."

The wonton tentacles froze for a moment, looked down at the snail meat that he couldn't fit in, and thought to himself, there is still one in his stomach, what's wrong with being fat, I'm eating your rice.

……

Oh, it really ate.

Seeing that he was silent, Cang Qi thought he was offended by saying that he was fat, so he quickly said, "Maybe it's my eyesight."

After all, when you are old, it is possible to spend a little time.

Yuntun was anxious to hear what happened next, and didn't care to talk nonsense with him. Cang Qi smiled, turned the snail into a human, turned over and pressed him in his arms, sniffing the fragrance of Yuntun's hair, and then recalled stand up.

There were only 800 people in the Xia family, and half of them were killed or injured by the plague. When Cang Qi and the goddess arrived, they saw corpses and bones on the road, and blood stained a pure land.

The goddess prayed to Emperor Cang to use the fairy body of Zhicao to help her tide over the difficulties. Emperor Cang agreed, peeled the skin and cut out the bones, and sacrificed his life as medicine.

In the inn in East Jingguo, at this point, Qingying took a big gulp of tea and said, "This is why he is the emperor, who is willing to cut himself into pieces to save people who have nothing to do with him?" .”

He threw a piece of candied fruit into his mouth, chewed it slowly to get a taste, put away his cynical expression, and said solemnly, "Buddha Yuzen once recorded such a piece of Buddhist history in his heart, I don't know if you two still remember it, it is about the Buddha After going down to the mortal world, cutting meat to feed the eagles, I thought about these mysteries later, and I always felt that this matter was compiled and imitated by Emperor Cang to teach future generations."

When they were born, the Buddhas had already gone through hundreds of kalpas and thousands of reincarnations. Who would know whether it was true or not, but there happened to be a legendary god in front of them, so it inevitably made people guess and fear. meaning.

Hearing Cang Qi say this, Yun Tun couldn't help feeling distressed and nervous, turning him over and over like frying fish, checking if there was any missing piece on his body, he hadn't eaten it yet, and let others eat chicken bits and pieces first .

Cang Qi, "..."

Cang Qi held down the small hand that was on the ignition, pulled the quilt to cover him, the blackness in his eyes seemed to melt away, he lowered his eyelids slightly, looking a little dazed, as if he had finally fallen into the darkness of years ago. In memory.

"When I first met him, he was about seven or eight years old, and he was the only blood relative in the tribe."

Yuntun keenly noticed that his tone was different from the one just now, and when he looked closely at his expression, which was somewhat obscure and gloomy, he immediately realized who the "he" in Cang Qi's mouth was.

"Haowu is also a member of the Xia clan. I saw him lonely and suffering from childhood suffering, so I took him into the house and spent my spiritual power to treat his plague. I took him to travel all over the mountains and rivers. I saw the sun, moon and stars move, and the four seasons reincarnated. Going between clans and tribes to heal the wounds caused by the gods. He is intelligent and eager to learn, and has great insights into the country. At that time, the Four Realms were founded, and the clans were often in turmoil. All the gods came out and led the clans to fight for territory."

Cang Qi half-closed his eyes, his painted side face looked like a statue formed from ancient times when he was silent, his thoughts were entangled in that piece of years, sticky and could not be pulled back, when he suddenly looked back, the boy who was following him It has gone from the main role Yan Yan to the green stubble.

To Cang Qi, what the Xia clan thought was a long life was just a blink of an eye.

At that time, the patriarch of the Xia clan was named Tonglun. The frame is short, and it will be late in the blink of an eye.

Responding to the goddess' request, Cang Qi enlightened the godhead for the dying Tonglun, and continued his life so that he could continue to serve as the patriarch of the Xia clan and receive orders from heaven to protect the clan.

Cang Qi didn't expect that he saved countless lives in his life, but this time it became a lingering darkness.In his hands, Tong Lun reshaped his body and soul from the old man, like thorns and withered grass sprouting in an instant, reborn, and when Tong Lun woke up again, he was already the same age as Hao Wu.

Tong Lun kowtowed to him three times and worshiped him nine times, offering sacrifices and burning incense for seven days. However, before the day of worship was over, the people found that Tong Lun had died at home, and his head was burned into ashes and sprinkled into the river.

Cang Qi knew who did it at a glance. He came to Haowu that night and questioned him. Haowu confessed and asked him to be the head of the Xia clan without shame. Still stained with Tong Lun's blood, but he did not fluctuate, Cang Qi still remembers the emotion welling up in his chest at that time, like watching a child grow into a monster, chilling and angry.

After all, he was still soft-hearted, and after being slightly annoyed, he drove Haowu out of the Shenfu, making him face the mountains and think about his mistakes.He treats people with kindness, but unexpectedly Haowu made him develop a memory for life.

Not long after, Haowu took advantage of his unpreparedness, stole his Jingyuan stone, sneaked back to the tribe, and called on the tribe to come to the end of the moon and stars to cut down thousands of forest spirits, and take it for his own use to increase spirituality.

These spirits in the forest can prolong life, but they cannot make them immortal, so Haowu set his greedy eyes on Cang Qi.

Cang Qi suddenly lost the spirit stone, and his mind was twisted, but he saw that the Xia clan he had personally sacrificed himself for medicine held the ghost fire, bound him to a place where thorns were all alive, and seeped his blood into the dry marsh. A raging fire ignited all over his body, and in the flickering light, he saw Haowu standing calmly at the head of the group, looking at him from afar.

"The emperor's body is received by the sky, and it will not be a hindrance. To help us live forever, we will sacrifice it as a sacrifice."

Cang Qi was burned by the tongue of flames, the silver light was struggling in the flames, his chest was choked with breath, the orange flames burned those ancient black eyes red, he looked at the people around him, every one of them He clearly remembered the faces of people. He had personally endured the pain of being cut, fed his own flesh and blood into their mouths, and traveled across mountains and rivers to find a habitat for them.

Until now, looking at their faces that are most similar to gods, in the agony, I can vaguely understand the reason why the goddess doesn't like the Xia clan—they are weak, but greedy and jealous, they are kind, but ignorant and stupid.

The burning pain burned Cang Qi's rationality little by little, and the bloody setting sun was stained between his handsome brows. He laughed softly, watching his blood flow along the thorns all the way to Haowu's feet, his dark eyes There was scarlet in the eyes that was more intense than the raging fire, "Haowu, are you ashamed of me?"

"Brother Wang, do you have the fear of aging?" Haowu said calmly, he was sure that Cang Qi would not die, and he just wanted an immortality from him.

Cang Qi looked around at the Xia clan people around him, old people, children, young girls, they held torches in fear and greed, staring at him, completely forgetting everything he did back then.

The grief and disappointment in his heart weighed him down so much that he couldn't breathe. He was in so much pain in the fire that he couldn't bear to live, and all he saw was the heart of a wolf.

Cang Qi lowered his eyes silently.

"Give back the spirit stone to me, and I will never die."

Haowu was indifferent, "Brother Wang, the spirit stone is not on me."

Cang Qi laughed deeply, his voice twisted from the fire and sent into the wind, it was a kind of hoarseness that seemed to come from the Shura Palace.

"no?"

Cang Qi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw a stern look that went deep into the abyss.

Kill it all, you can get it.

In this way, in front of Haowu, he threw those people away from their abdomen alive, took out their hot blood, and looked for his spirit stone. At his feet, from old people and children, to young girls and young people, until finally, the swamp under his feet turned into a pool of blood, and he found his spiritual stone in the flesh and blood of a young girl.

When he saw these people for the first time, they were sick and bone-ridden, and the morning glow was shining. The last time he saw them, they were covered with fairy spirits, but the setting sun was like blood.

Standing in the sea of ​​blood, he couldn't restrain himself for a while.

Haowu's eyes were shattered, and he took advantage of Emperor Cang's grief to sneak up into the clouds, and brought the souls of the Xia clan to report the crime of extermination to Father God.

Then he got the god-bound gang that the father god watched the heavens and the earth transform into, and pressed Cang Qi under the gang, and turned the soul of the dead into the hottest bone-burning curse poison into his soul, asking him to bear it with his eternal life. The pain of killing.

And this bondage lasted tens of thousands of years.

It was already halfway through the night, the wind in the ancient temple wailed in the copper bell, Cang Qi suddenly looked at his hands, recalling that day, he could almost feel the warm flesh and blood dripping from his fingers.

He stared blankly, and suddenly, a pair of smaller hands covered his heart.

Yun Tun was terrified when he heard it, and it hurt like a knife. He couldn't believe how desperate and sad Cang Qi was when he saw the corpses all over the ground. He regretted it, wishing he had never heard of it or asked about it, otherwise It's not like watching the uncontrollable pain and sorrow on Cang Qi's face now.

Cang Qi hugged Yuntun into his arms, sniffed the fragrance of his hair, took a deep breath of the filthy and violent aura accumulated in his heart, and poured the clear and clean fragrance into his aching chest.

"I'm sorry~, I shouldn't have asked~", Yuntun regretted to death now.

Cang Qi didn't speak, just hugged him even tighter, just like that, hugging each other, don't need to think about anything, that's all.

After being quiet in the attic for a long time, Yuntun felt that the tight arms around him had finally eased up, so he carefully held Cang Qi's face and asked, "Does it hurt~?"

This ugly mushroom usually snorts several times when it pulls its hair, and even if its skin is broken, it must hiss to make him feel distressed. He is so afraid of pain, how did he decide to chop himself so hard back then?

In the past, when he said it hurts, Yuntun would be careful, just like being bitten by an ant. Now if he talks about pain again, Yuntun will definitely feel distressed for a long time.

But Cang Qi didn't know why, so he pressed his head on his chest and smiled softly, "It doesn't hurt."

I thought it would make me feel better in exchange for Yuntun, but when I heard the words, Yuntun was even more sad.

This is really silly mushrooms have silly blessings.

The story has been finished, and the cloud has already given off a dim light. Cang Qi lulled Yuntun to sleep, hugged him sideways, and quietly looked at his sleeping figure, with a smile in his eyes. As soon as it passed away, Cang Qi couldn't help recalling the heart-wrenching scene again when he thought of the ghost carrying the God-hunting Edict outside.

How could it not hurt, but when he sacrificed his life for medicine, what he hurt was his body, what hurt him was his heart when he killed those people, what hurt him was that he put his own flesh and blood into those people's mouths to save them, and then tore them apart with his own hands. Cracked their stomachs and burned their hearts.

At the same time, at the other end of East Yasukuni, Qingying had just finished talking.

"This is how things happened. Emperor Cang sacrificed his life for medicine to save the Xia family, but he didn't know what happened in the middle. He just took away the 'difu, destroying the Xia clan' with a few strokes, even though Cang Qi was a mountain and a river. Lord, since ancient times, people have to pay for their lives, so the Heavenly Emperor appealed to the Father God, and charged the Cang Emperor with binding the God Gang."

Qingying stretched her waist, "I've been talking for a whole day, and I'm going to die of thirst."

Yun Gap, who had already turned into a snail, took out a preserved flower and fruit from the shell and used it to take Tun'er away. Emperor Cang gnawed on it angrily, "Whether he is wronged or not, what does this have to do with Tun'er~!"

Mu Dan watched him rake the preserved fruit to pieces, but reluctantly replaced him with sour plums to vent his anger.

"Don't worry, Tun'er will be fine."

Yun Gap turned one of the tentacles to stare at him, and the other bent down to bite the sour plum with his soft mouth.

Seeing that he was playing with the tentacles in a fancy way, Qingying felt an ooh in her heart, glanced out the window, and was stunned.

Outside the window, there was a dragging mark two feet thick on the long street covered with snow, from the darkness of the long street to the end of the other end, the world that was originally white with snow became dark for no reason, as if something covered it , exuding a desolate coldness.

Qingying took a deep breath, and immediately coughed for a long time, the stench hit his chest, making him choke and rolled his eyes.

"This is the Resentful Ghost Rakshasa, how could it appear here?!"