Love from the Male Protagonist's Harem

But what Chang Ren said was a bit unsatisfactory.

What do you mean by "catch that little witch earlier, and you will be able to ask an answer", this nonsense, if people can catch you so easily, no one will ask you for the glory of the sky and listen to you It's sold out here.

Although the heroes felt that what Chang Ren said made sense, they all had the illusion that they were being played for no reason without exception.

Without the gimmick of the glory of the sky, the Chang family is just a family that has seen a little bit of attention recently, and no one wants to contribute.

Sometimes credit bankruptcy is as simple as that.

Rumors about the theft of the glory of the sky by Qin Shuang also spread like wildfire, but for a few days, just like the rumors that the glory of the sky was stolen before, it spread like wildfire.This battle of the Chang family can be described as a loss of face.

In the north, Thousand Souls Sect.

The pear blossoms are starting to wither.

The girl in red was holding a flute, looking at the fallen flowers, and kept silent.

The back was a little lonely for no reason.

Qin Yue poured a pot of tea, "Master."

Su Chanmo shook the bone flute in his hand, and gave a low "hmm".

Qin Yue looked at the scattered flowers, then at the back of the girl in red, and finally turned her head. On Qianhun Mountain, the once dazzling white light was no longer as bright as before.

Since the two left, the pear tree began to shed its flowers, and the light on the mountain over there became increasingly dimmer.

Maybe others don't know, but as the high priest, Qin Yue, who would temporarily act as the leader without a god, knows what the light that shines on the mountain is.

It is a pure spirit pearl.

The Spirit Purifier is a divine bead that the god of blessings and misfortunes was born with. When the god is good, he can purify all evil things, and when he is evil, he can pollute the good souls in the world.

But the Purifying Orb of the God of Fortune and Misfortune has always been a mixture of good and evil, especially after Su Chan's Fallen God, it is even more dominated by evil and supplemented by good.

But when Shuangshuang was there before, Qin Yue went up the mountain to see the Jingling Orb with her own eyes because of the responsibility of the high priest.

The pure white and flawless bead has no trace of malice, only a thick, divine light of mercy and redemption, as long as you stand in front of it, you will feel that your soul has been washed, as if all the darkness will be wiped away. purify.

The Jingling Orb has always represented the state of the gods at this time, something like a godhead.

During that time, she didn't see Su stalking and killing even one person.

With a peaceful mind, it seems to have become another person.

Not the slightest bit of malice.

She was also because of the vision of the Purifying Lingzhu——for the fallen god Su Chan, this is indeed a vision. She has gone through the records of the high priests of the past, and several generations of priests have seen this blessing and misfortune. There is no accident in the Purification Pearl of the God of God, sometimes it is mixed in black and white, and sometimes it is simply full of dark hostility, disasters come to the world at every turn, without hesitation.

No generation of priests has ever seen a truly pure Lingzhu.

In other words, it is indeed a vision.

After all, Su Ling is the fallen god of good and evil, and malice will always outweigh good intentions, just like a villain who has done all kinds of bad things and tries hard to instinctively let himself have the kindness of helping an old lady cross the road—I feel absurd .

But even if it was absurd, the pure Lingzhu still lit up for a full month.

As long as that person is around, the Jing Lingzhu will always be lit like this.

As if to prove something.

just now...

Qin Yue couldn't help but glanced at the gradually dimming light on the mountain again, thinking, there must be no way to maintain that state.

After all, it’s okay for you to let the bad guys help the elderly cross the road once, but it’s a bit nonsense to ask the bad guys to help the old people cross the road every day. After all, they have to do some side jobs like smashing the scene... Of course, this chestnut may be a bit inappropriate.

Of course Su Chan didn't go there to make trouble.

But looking at the current state of Jing Lingzhu, Qin Yue reckoned that although Su Zan had been keeping a calm face, he probably really wanted to mess with someone.

"Gu Peijiu has already woken up." Qin Yue considered her words, "The Chang family called on people to go up, but they returned with a feather, and the little priest...is fine."

Su Chan said calmly, "I know."

No emotion can be heard, and it seems that there is no intention of smashing the scene.

Of course you won't be happy either.

Qin Yue stopped talking.

The falling pear blossoms make people feel a little lonely.

Su Chan didn't think about anything that would mess things up.

She just thought of a long time ago.

It was a long, long time... To her, it couldn't be called a long time ago.

At that time, Xia Wushuang was trying her best to atone for the crimes she committed. She was outside the Evil Spirit Mountain, waiting for a day when she would come out by herself.

Just like Xia Wushuang herself said, after a long time, she will let go of everything.

Whether it's feelings...or sins that she values ​​so much.

Of course, she didn't wait blindly, Xia Wushuang once said, let her find something she likes to do.

It's just that in the world, apart from Xia Wushuang, there is nothing she likes.

On the contrary, there are many things that I hate...or people.

For example, King Chu.

The slight wind blows, rolling up the pear blossoms on the ground.

"..." Su Chan regained his senses slightly, most of the pear blossoms on the ground had already fallen.

She murmured, "I've fallen a lot."

Qin Yue said: "It will be opened next year."

Su Chan shook his head, "It's not the same."

This is the flower she made to bloom with divine power.

She sighed softly, "No matter what it is, it will wither one day."

Qin Yue didn't understand what it meant, so she stopped talking.

The two were silent for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Chan slightly raised his hand, borrowing a falling petal, and suddenly started talking.

"A long time ago, I liked a girl."

"In order to win her favor, I did everything I could and did a lot of things."

Su Zan said in a shallow voice, "I watched her do whatever she wanted, saw her parting ways with her childhood sweetheart, watched her lead puppet soldiers to fight north and south, saw her being invaded by demons, and watched her fight with her most trusted one. The puppet is so close..."

"I used to hate a lot of people."

Su Chan smiled slightly, "But the person I like, from the beginning to the end, is the only one."

Qin Yue said: "Gods cannot be favored."

This is not what Qin Yue said, she read it from the previous priest's book.

If God favors only one person, it will be difficult to maintain a fair position for so long—in the final analysis, God should be merciless, compassionate, and save all living beings.

"That's the heart demon." Su Chan said casually, then looked in the direction of the priest's hall not far away, "...it's not a preference."

When you like someone to the point of becoming obsessed, you will do some outrageous things.

Although Su Chan never thought that what he did was out of line.

But she is very clear that some things are acceptable to her, but it does not mean that other people can also accept them.

For example, when Xia Wushuang was confessing without leaving home in Eiling Mountain, she told His Majesty King Chu all the things that Xia Wushuang had concealed from Chu Shi.

Su Chan lowered his brows slightly.

The king of Chu knew her.

It should be said that she knows everyone around Xia Wushuang better than she knows that she is not suitable to be an emperor.

She still remembers the cold snowflakes that drifted into the deep palace at that time.

When she went, the aloof His Majesty was looking at a painting with fascination.

There are many peach blossoms, and the girl folded a branch of peach blossoms in her hand, looking back brightly, lifelike, as if she would walk out of the painting in the next second.

Su Chan thought.

If the King of Chu hadn't looked at the painting when she went there, maybe she wouldn't have gone so far.

Of course, not necessarily.

After all, the person in the painting has always been what she has always wanted.

I can't wait for it, but I don't want anyone else to get it.

Even just thinking about it will feel defiled and profane.

"...power is really the sweet fruit that makes people forget everything."

Little by little, she told this His Majesty who was so high above everything that Xia Wushuang had lost in those years.

She smiled and said nonchalantly.

"She changed her fate against the heavens for His Majesty, refined a unparalleled puppet soldier for His Majesty... for His Majesty, she took down a small country overnight, and gained a great reputation that made the enemy fearful..."

"In the end, he died at the feet of the rebels...?"

"Hasn't Your Majesty noticed that something is different?"

"Does Your Majesty know about the tide of evil spirits?"

"Your Majesty, do you know... what fate is?"

"Or, to put it simply, does Your Majesty know what is divine punishment?"

"If you don't know anything... Your Majesty is really, really happy."

"..."

Maybe Chu Shi would be an excellent general, but obviously she would not be a qualified emperor.

Too much love for her children is doomed to tragedy in her life.

After doing all this, Su Chan has no regrets.

Another piece of pear blossoms fell, causing me to be melancholy for no reason.

Su Zan lowered her brows, even after so many years, she still hasn't forgotten Chu Shi's pale face.

...beautiful and delightful.

Su Chan watched the piece of pear blossom slowly fall to the ground, and his slightly raised lips were slowly flattened.

Chu Shi asked the historian to erase all the records about that person, leaving some irrelevant things, and then, as if in a dream, added a lot of records about the relationship between Lingxi Peak and the palace.

...even though everyone knows it doesn't exist.

But rights are the sweet fruit.

In a word, the historian will be terrified, this is the sweetness bought by Xia Wushuang's blood and sins, and stepping on countless dead bones.

The moment the truth was revealed, it became painful and poisonous that corroded to the bone.

Chu Shi said, "...Since you know everything, tell me, is she still alive?"

Su Chan looked at her.

This is the most honorable person in the world.

With a yellow robe and a high crown, but now her complexion is pale, her figure shakes slightly, but she tries to maintain her composure. She looks at her, trying to get something more useful from her——

Something more useful about that person.

From her eyes, Su Chan saw what she had seen countless times in the eyes of her believers when she was the God of Fortune.

--hope.

The source of all beliefs.

It is precisely because we have hope that we seek faith.

However, she is not the god of good fortune for this person, and cannot bring her any good news.

Hope is a good thing.

So why give it to haters.

Su Chan said——

"She's dead."

It was a really, really beautiful moment.

Su Chan will always remember the moment when all the light dimmed in the beautiful light brown almond eyes.

It is like the dead night sky after the most beautiful firework in the world bursts into shattered embers.

Give her great pleasure.