Don't suck me, I'm not sweet {wear book}

chaos.

"It is easy to go from good to evil, but too difficult to go from evil to good."

"Good and evil are born together in heaven and earth, and it is not clear. But good is easy to promote, and evil is hard to obliterate. Since the birth of a soul, the mind will have thoughts of delusion and desire. The two coexist and maintain a balance."

The black mist was exiled from the city like rivers and streams, like the darkness released from Pandora's box.

Lu Dao sticks to his origin, relying on the dragon veins on the sword to defend his original wisdom.

Bailong Yunling supported the operation of the entire new formation, its huge claws gripped the ground tightly, and the two formations overlapped under the dragon's body.

One knife and one dragon are in the eye of the world's rage and frenzy, overdrawing the spiritual veins, and then pulling out the source, gritting their teeth to fight against the underground demons.

In the midst of the storm, they don't realize the time scale. They just feel as if they have been suppressed for thousands of years, as if their bodies have turned into rocks and stiff statues.

In the struggle against Zhong Mo, Lu Dao struggled, subconsciously grinding Wen Nong's name between his lips and teeth, using this dragon to resist.

There was chaos in Bailong's eyes, the spirit patterns flowed through the gaps between each scale, clinging to the corners of his eyes, and the hostile energy stuck to his cracked spirit patterns like maggots attached to the bones.Demons are opposed to gods. Most demons are difficult to be influenced by gods, but most gods are easily assimilated by demons.

God is in the nine heavens, guarding the spirits of the family from the highest perspective.The gods keep severing emotions and desires, and maintain the direction of heaven. Gods should be perfect guardians, synonymous with good and powerful, and they are insulated from evil.

——It was supposed to be like this.

But what's funny is that most of the hostility drained out is the evil of the gods themselves.What's even more ridiculous is that the white dragon sensed the evil of those gods, and they also came to tear his intelligence, trying to make this dragon a hotbed of hostility.

Because on the way of drainage, they found that the white dragon who had lowered his godhead was no longer the role model of wanting nothing, and this guy also had evil thoughts lurking in his heart.

So what are you pretending to be?Come and perish with us, let go of that shackle-like identity, and indulge, what kind of joy you will find!

Voices like these kept coming and going in the White Dragon Sea of ​​Consciousness, very tempting.He kept draining his hostility, and some of them tried their best to disgust him before being expelled, trying to bring him into the ditch.

At first he was silent to drain his hostility and let them blare, but later he also struggled to hold on, and became a little irritable.

The young man in the source stood up and yelled at the surrounding black mist: "Get lost! Who is as wicked as you!?"

It's one thing to know that you have an infectious disease, but it's another thing to want to spread the word to someone else after you know it.Who doesn't have a moment when they want to do something bad?It’s just that some of them have fallen into practice, and since then they can’t stop accumulating. From being a good citizen to being a man behind bars, not only do they not want to think about their mistakes, but they even turn their heads and blame the world, hoping that more people will join them... The endless stream of evil thoughts is so sinister.

Bailong remained unmoved, and continued to drain his hostility, the dragon's horns on the top of his head were slightly cracked due to overdrawing, but with his outrageous will, his body was as stable as Mount Tai.

The drained hostility and wailing were gradually scattered and torn apart, and the group consciousness that was finally gathered together was dismantled bit by bit.Lost the huddle to keep warm, what is left are some dark afterimages that dare not see the light of day.

After the most difficult moment passed, Bailong finished panting, his eyes were dark red, he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, and he could only perceive the degree of hostility intuitively.

So much hostility flowed by his side, so many noisy voices, he sensed many, but the one he cared about the most didn't appear.

There is no Changyi, and neither is Zhulong Weiyang.

And the only remaining group of unshakable hostility gathered under Lu Dao's knife, and the others have all been expelled.

The two transmission channels created by spiritual power slowly disappeared in the sky, and the black mist was driven in two directions, waiting to be diluted and dispelled.

The dragon claws that had been caught in the ground slowly struggled out, blood dripped from between the countless scales, Wen Nong slowly transformed into a human form, half kneeling exhausted.He pressed his forehead against Ludao's back, blood spilled from between his lips and teeth when he opened his mouth, the spirit patterns on his body surface were torn apart, and his white clothes were disfigured.

Wen Nong coughed, blood accidentally splashed on Ludao's back, and the temperature of Ludao's body surface rose instantly.

"Hiss—it's really hot." He grunted, but he leaned against Lu Dao.He can't see with his eyes, but what he perceives is extremely keen. A shadow is rushing here, and it arrives in time.

Lu Dao's hands were trembling all the time, the ancient demon underground was successfully disintegrated, and his sea of ​​consciousness was filled with evil thoughts, but the pressure did not weaken.The qin strings wrapped around his hands cut the wound, and the entire killing knife was surrounded and torn by Zhong's hostility, and it was very difficult to suppress it.

Wen Nong's hand suddenly embraced him from behind, as if invisible, slowly groped up his chest, and finally stopped on his lips, as if encouraging.

Lu Dao opened his mouth to lick it, and then bit on it with his fangs.

Wen Nong also stretched out his other hand, went along his arm, and pressed on Lu Dao's hands holding the handle tightly.

"Okay." He whispered in his ear, Lu Dao pulled out his fangs tremblingly, but he didn't expect that what he said might not mean this.

Wen Nong grabbed Lu Dao's hand and led him to pull out the killing knife without a doubt.

Lu Dao was caught off guard, and his voice broke out in fright: "Wen Nong!"

"Baby, you have done a good job." Wen Nong said in a low voice, "Now this trouble has to be solved by the Lord."

The killing knife was pulled out, the huge red formation on the ground stopped functioning, and the hostility of the demon couldn't wait to break through the ground, and the black mist filled the air chaotically, all heading towards the strings in Lu Dao's hand.

Wen Nong closed his eyes and touched Lu Dao's hand: "Give that thing back to him."

Lu Dao didn't know what to do, he obediently tore off the string and flicked it into the air, the string was instantly surrounded by black mist and held in the air.

Lu Dao stood in front of his body with one hand horizontally, panting heavily, blood dripping from the cracked spirit lines, he watched the chaotic black mist in the sky vigilantly, and held his hand tightly with the other hand. dragon.

"Don't panic." Blood flowed from under his closed eyelids, and he smiled lightly against the same embarrassing road knife, "The man who treated him is here, can you see it?"

Lu Dao shook his head slightly, shook off the blood beads on his face and looked out: "I see, a person I don't know flew over with a big wooden block..."

The white shadow came against the wind, stopped in mid-air, raised its hand to face the black mist far away, closed its palm, and circulated surging spiritual power, as if it wanted to gather the damaged and vicious will, and from it, it could fight with the old man's afterimage reunion.

The familiar and huge spiritual power kept closing the net in mid-air, and the large black mist permeating the air sensed the distant breath, stopped spreading for a moment, and trembled slightly with the string in its mouth.The black mist condenses desperately in one place under the spiritual power net, and finally gathers a vague, pitch-black phantom.

He turned around slowly in disbelief, and saw the white shadow holding the body of the piano.

The two phantoms confront each other at a distance.They are all phantoms, they are all obsessions, one phantom is as clear as white clouds, and the other is as muddy as mud.

Bai Ying lowered his hand, coughed twice, hugged the body of the piano and said to him: "Give it to me...you can't play well after a while, so give it to me."

The reunion after a thousand years, the first sentence is like yesterday.

The black shadow stayed for a while, not daring to move forward, but slowly let go.The piece of string floated from his hand and flew into another phantom's hand.

He took the strings and landed on the ground with the body of the piano in his arms. He was a little unsteady, but he sat on the ground pretending to be calm, and unfolded the surviving strings, trying to connect them to the body of the piano, but he couldn’t connect them with the wrong hand .

Maybe it's because his spiritual power is almost exhausted, maybe he's really not familiar with it, or maybe he just doesn't want to pick it up.

He looked up at the sluggish black figure, and smiled: "Sorry, but this is what you are good at. I can't pick it up well, can you pick it up for me?"

The black shadow struggled for a while, then slowly floated down from mid-air, squatted in front of the opponent, and slowly reached out to touch the body of the piano with only a single string.

"Yan helped to do this, and it took a lot of effort." Bai Ying said warmly, "Maybe it's not as good as you."

Heiying said the first sentence slowly: "Not as good as me."

The other party smiled: "That can't be helped, let's make do with it." He handed over the strings, and the black shadow took it, bowed his head and started.

Wen Nong and Lu Dao were holding each other in the distance, Lu Dao was watching, Wen Nong was listening, and it was incredible to see them face to face so peacefully.

Le Rang said that Mo Shao came back to help treat him, and Wen Nong suddenly realized the meaning.

Mo Shao enters the demon world from a fairy body, Le Rang is the opposite, and the demon body enters the fairy world.

The Father God was envious.

"Okay." Black Shadow said solemnly.

Bai Ying caressed the single string, the string trembled slightly, and the sound of the piano was thin and distant.

"I'll play a tune," he said.

The black shadow sat down, listening and watching quietly.

"I didn't find you." Zhong said slowly, "Where were you in 3000 years?"

"Northern sky."

Beitian is the former habitat of Zhongshen.Later, Zhong became a demon, was crusaded by the gods, and his soul was scattered in the world. A cloud of hostility drifted to countless places, but he never returned to his lair.

He was stunned for a while, then lowered his head and touched the body of the piano again.But holding a hand made of a phantom like this, Ya couldn't play it well. He blamed: "Don't block the place with your hands, it will hinder me from playing the piano."

"It doesn't sound good at all, but there is only one string left, which is even worse."

"Then why listen to the piano as your last words?"

Zhong shut up.

Ya insisted on finishing the incomplete and out of key piece slowly, but stopped before the last key.His fingertips became transparent and could no longer touch the strings.

Zhong went to shake his hand, but he just passed through a white phantom, unable to hold anything.

"I'm not as good as you. The strength I have accumulated for 3000 years will be exhausted so soon." Ya smiled, and then the smile disappeared, and said lightly and heavily: "I'm sorry."

Zhongfa trembled.

"I'm sorry, brother."

An apology that bowed its head again was delayed for thousands of years from the beginning.

It's just that the two sides are opposed to each other, and the number of killings committed has long been countless, and no one can measure the seriousness of the crime.

Those who claim to be righteous don't know where they are, and those who are willing to fall into the devil don't know where they are. Countless years have passed, and there is no chance to return to the era of shaking hands and talking happily.An incomprehensible apology, a distant intimacy, two silent phantoms - only the close-by disappearance is clearly discernible.

"I..." Zhongying trembled, and he only asked one question, "I'm just a cloud of turbidity now, and you...the you in front of me...are you the embodiment of evil like me, or...or Ya's soul?"

I used to be the origin of the hostility that swept the world, even after my body died and my soul disappeared, the hostility and obsession never dissipated.I have stayed in the world for thousands of years, and I know the source of every ray of hostility.Only you, can't find it everywhere, can't perceive a ray of evil.

So you—are you the same outrageous hostility as I am now, or are you a living soul that was cut out by the sub-god when he left this world to go to another world?

If you are a soul, then I...why bother to think of going to another world to find you.

Bai Ying smiled, his body disappeared in the air, his lips finally moved, and he didn't say anything.

Zhong stretched out his hand to catch it, but there was no real object in the light and shadow of his palm.

This solitary black figure was groping on the empty and scarred land, and suddenly its figure became blurred, and the density of the black mist gradually weakened, as if it was diluted by the white light in the air.

There are no illusory shadows on the ground, only a broken single-string Fuxiqin.

The red streaks in Lu Dao's pupils faded, and the mottled original killing knife retracted into his spiritual veins. He hugged Wen Nong with both hands: "That guy is gone."

Wen Nong touched his face with his backhand, and for the rest of his life, he no longer had to be in awe of Yuan Yuan.