chronicle of court survival

When the wind and smoke cleared, Xia Qing's soul disappeared between his fingers.

Lou Guanxue was kneeling in a pool of blood, her black hair was loose, her eyes were looking ahead.

The black barrier transformed by hatred was swallowed by Ananda's sword soul, and now only the sky is full of memories, and his blood is enveloping him.A vast expanse of white rain fell and wet his pale face.Surrounding him is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a blood-stained demon-subduing formation.The sky screamed, the thunder roared, and the screams of the shark's collapse came from the end of the earth.

But at this moment, there was no sound in Lou Guanxue's ears, it was empty and desolate, as if she was in the deepest part of the sea.

For a long time, he heard himself ask.

"Xia Qing, what are you doing?"

The cyan relic bead rolled in front of him.

Lou Guanxue's eyelashes were stained with blood, the corners of her lips curled up almost invisibly, she picked it up with trembling fingers, and said interestingly.

"Do you think that I will let them go?"

His voice was as light as flying snow, full of sarcasm and mockery.

"You want to bear my hatred alone?"

But his tone trembled violently, and his emotions were overwhelmed.After saying this, there was only suffocating silence.

The young emperor in the black black robe slowly raised his head, the blood in his eyes faded, revealing a deep bewilderment.Just like the night when he was five years old, facing Yao Ke's crying "I'm sorry" again and again, he stood there covered with scars, but he couldn't speak.He was young then, too helpless and too helpless.Unexpectedly, after going around and going around, I would experience such a mood again after many years.

He felt like he was now split into two people.

One looked at all this indifferently and numbly without sadness or joy, and the other looked around in a daze, at a loss.

His eyes were originally extremely black, but now they were soaked in blood, and the whites of his eyes were brightly red, blending with a shockingly charming beauty.

"...my hate?"

Lou Guanxue smiled very lightly and slowly, leaned over, her black hair fell into ruins, and gradually turned white from the end of her hair.

His sight had long since turned blood-colored, and he couldn't see clearly, so he could only use his cold fingers to grope on the ground bit by bit.

Xia Qing didn't leave anything behind. He was originally a soul who came to this world.

The only bond with the world is the red rope he forcibly tied him, and now the red rope is broken.

Lou Guanxue's finger was scratched by a sharp stone, creating a deep scar, but he didn't seem to notice it, and finally got his wish and picked up the red rope on the ground again.

"Do you know what I hate?"

His bloody hand clenched the red rope, as if he was talking to Xia Qing, his voice was hoarse and indifferent, so calm that it was strange.

"I hated a lot of people before."

"I hate Yao Ke, I hate her for taking my birth as a calculation, making all my efforts and struggles look like a joke."

"I hate God. I hate Him for depriving me of the right to live. It keeps me terrified day and night so I can't sleep."

"I hate Yan Lanyu, I hate all the humiliation and torture she brought me."

"Hate the Shark Clan, why should I bear the crime of hating their clan?"

At the end of Lou Guanxue's speech, her eyes were blood red, her lips and teeth were trembling, and she smiled softly.

"So Xia Qing, do you really think I'm glad I got this answer?"

"What should I be thankful for?"

He lowered his head and gave a low laugh.

"—Congratulations for my 15 years of life, so ridiculous?!"

Lou Guanxue's hair has all turned white, silvery white, cool and not stained with dust, and there is a layer of shimmer in the fog and rain.

He looked at his hands, his eyes were as red as blood: "How ironic. I've been looking for the answer for half my life. It's like a joke. The end of the hatred is a deeper hatred."

"You still tell me 'that's great'? Hahaha!"

The moment he stood up, he suddenly staggered.

The last memory belonging to God poured into his brow, and the pain rolled through the sea of ​​consciousness, overwhelming, but Lou Guanxue gritted his teeth and remained unmoved.

His body was trembling. Facing the ruthless and raging rain, he gritted his teeth and smiled for a long time. His silver hair fell quietly, and his face that belonged to a god was distorted and gaudy like a demon at this moment.

"A hundred years ago in the Jingu, I was betrayed by the sharks and offended by the humans."

"The spirit of Penglai suppressed my cultivation and made me kneel on the ground, unable to move. The sharks took away my bones for strength, and humans took my soul for longevity."

"—Now, you want to bear all these alone?"

At the end of his speech, his breath was trembling, the rain couldn't get close to him, but his eyelashes were still wet.

Lou Guanxue stands alone in this world, he is the only god in this world, but no matter a hundred years ago or a hundred years later, he will not be the winner in the end of the wheel of life.

The sudden sharp pain in his heart has overwhelmed the humiliation and hatred, and involved his internal organs.Limbs and bones were trembling, and it was even more unbearable than the soul-shattering and bone-shattering back then.

He reached out to touch his eyes in a daze, only to feel a coldness.

The phantom pupils of the sharks are inherited from the gods, and the tears are naturally inherited from the gods.

There was no sound in Lou Guanxue's ears, and her eyes also lost sight.

He has lived soberly all his life, and the only time he went mad was because of Xia Qing, but he never thought that this deepest and last madness would really make him beyond redemption.

That person was completely lost in front of him, and he couldn't catch or keep him.

I was left standing at the end of the vortex of hate and love, falling alone and unable to break free.

"Xia Qing..."

The last memory comes to mind.

Lou Guanxue's pupils constricted, and she spit out a mouthful of blood.

He clutched his chest, tears of blood dripping from his eyes, and laughed out loud.

In my memory, the rain and fire in the sky-reaching sea are constantly intertwined, the smoke is scattered on the sea surface, the corpses are floating, and the sea water is rushing under the sea surface, and the soldiers are in chaos.

He saw the man come in, stepping over the ruins everywhere, his black clothes flying in the broken aurora, his fingers were stained with blood.

The young man killed countless people, the blade of his sword was as cold as a Shura.But the moment he walked into the temple, a sense of bewilderment appeared on his numb face, and his deep red eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

He knelt and sat in the formation, his ice blue eyes were indifferent.

He actually remembered him, he had saved him, and he had stared at her from a distance countless times.On March [-]th of a certain year, the deep seabed where Lingwei shines, on the reefs beaten by countless tides.

He thought sarcastically, what was he doing here again.Unexpectedly, the young man was exhausted, so he supported the ground with his sword, knelt with him, breathed gently, forced a smile and said, "Don't be afraid, I will take you out."

It's just too late.The shrine had already collapsed because of his fall.In an instant, the earth shattered and the sky collapsed.He heard the boy shout.In the next second, the sound of Ananda's sword falling to the ground sounded, separating all the chaos from the outside world.

He raised his eyes, and the moment he fell back, someone held his hand.

The blood was sticky between the five fingers, and it was hard to tell whose it was.Puzzled, surprised, dazed, all kinds of thoughts came to his mind, and a single thought broke through his ignorant mind.

Under the devil's abyss is a barren mound full of bones, in the deep sea where Lingwei flowers float, no one knows that he actually wanted to kiss him at that time.

"Xia Qing, Xia Qing, Xia Qing..." Lou Guanxue smiled, chanting his name over and over again, her vision blurred, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.

He raised his sleeves, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the blood and tears ran across his cheeks coldly.

Slowly, the sound of wind and rain came back.

His vision gradually became clear. In the vast rain and fog, he saw Song Guichen, a group of monks curled up on the ground, and the nobleman Lingguang who was dying.Farther away, there are crazy sharks and weeping beings.

"This is the group of people you want to protect with your life." Lou Guanxue said softly, tears were no longer flowing from her eyes.

Zhuji died, the emperor of Chu died, the mermaids were displaced for a hundred years, and the curse of human beings haunted them.In fact, from the moment he fell into the abyss, revenge had already begun, and no one who entered the shrine had a good end.

But how is this enough? He is the only god in the world, and he is so proud that he would not be willing to let the world be buried with him.

He walked forward, the blood patterns on the black robe were full of evil spirits, and three thousand silver hairs were flying in the air.

Dots of white light appeared in the sky, faint and misty, with a familiar cold fragrance, and the streamers merged into petals, condensing in the air.

The faint blue light shines through the sky and the earth, like the night when we met for the first time.

The rain also stopped, and the smoke, dust and blood were washed away, leaving a scorched earth.

Lou Guanxue looked up at the sky, the dark clouds were dispersing, the tide was receding, and the natural disasters were stopping.

All his emotions were restrained, his face was pale, and his eyes were red. Never before had his heart throbbed and his blood was cold.Then the arrogance that lived with the heaven and the earth—was destroyed bit by bit by my own hands.

Lou Guanxue staggered, and smiled weakly and palely: "Okay, you win."

He tied the red rope around his wrist.

"You want to end the grievances, I promise you."

"I won't kill them."

"But since you bear all the hatred alone, don't think about leaving so easily."

His lips were pale, and at the end, his eyes could no longer tell whether he was crazy or sober.

Lou Guanxue walked forward, and when she passed by Song Guichen, her blood-red eyes lowered quietly.

The wind rolled up his black robe, and the lingwei flowers woven into a blue river.

Lou Guanxue leaned over slightly, her long silver hair fell down like a handful of cold snow.His tear-dried eyes were dull, empty and cold, and he chuckled lightly, his divine face full of evil spirits.

Lou Guanxue said hoarsely: "Song Guichen, Sword Master Sifan, you must live well. Live to see how you drag the common people down."

"I promised him to let go of my hatred, but I didn't say to end this karma."

Lou Guanxue's voice was cold, and her voice was like the final judgment.

"The century-old grievances, I didn't say to let it end."

Song Guichen's eyes widened.

And Lou Guanxue has already straightened up.

The wall of bones standing across the sky-reaching sea will become eternity.

The Mermaids are not allowed to return home or reincarnate, they can only stay in these sixteen continents, they cannot survive or die, and have been entangled with human beings for generations.

…only that they will no longer lose power.

The vast divine light spread from Lou Guanxue's fingers, and flew towards the sky and the earth along with the Lingwei flowers in the air.

The sharks kneeling on the ground outside the city wall were suddenly stunned.

Wei Liuguang has already hurried down from the wall and helped Wei Niansheng up.

The pampered human aristocratic girl threw herself into her arms, and cried out aggrievedly: "I was scared to death, I was scared to death, Wei Liuguang, I thought I was going to be torn to pieces by them!"

It's just that before she finished speaking, a cold voice sounded: "Stand back!"

It was Xue Fuguang.

Wei Liuguang was stunned for a long time when he heard this voice, but he couldn't help being in a daze for what happened next.

He saw a merman whose ears suddenly became pointed, dense scales grew on his face, his eyes were struggling and confused, his whole body twitched, and finally he stood up again like a walking dead, with a hideous expression, only bloody and tyrannical.

This time, he didn't want to be like the Shark Clan when they transformed into demons before, they were insane and delirious.

This time, every merman's eyes were extremely calm, and there was no sign of dying.

They stretched out their sharp claws and exposed their scarlet fangs.

Towards the bloody sixteen state dynasty.

In the world, into the night.