After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

"help me……"

The blank box was still next to him, weathering the rain together.The formation flowed slowly, and his blood fell drop by drop, mixing into the rain.

It was clearly the sound of water, but he could clearly distinguish the sound of blood surging in his veins, as well as the sound of a sharp instrument piercing his flesh, dark red, warm blood rolling over the cold tip of the knife .

"help me."

His voice was already very weak, but after he didn't get an answer twice, he closed his mouth, and looked into the distance in the rain with his dark eyes, but he seemed to be looking at nothing, like a light that was about to go out .

"Do insects in the mud also have a sense of shame?"

After some time, Sombra's familiar voice appeared without any emotion, "I wanted to wait until you called me for the third time, but I didn't expect that you were ready to die. You didn't want to die, but I think it's very interesting that you can give up opportunities because of shame."

Lan Xing couldn't see where the black shadow was, but he still smiled, his smile was a little cold, with some indifferent sarcasm: "I have nothing to exchange for you."

"I understand, but your shame is very interesting to me. If it is not against karma, I will help you."

"Ha ha……"

Lan Xing still just smiled, looking at the unknown distance in the rain, not going to answer, just calm down and feel the sound of his life passing by.

After living for so many years, he has struggled back from the brink of death countless times, but the way he died now is a bit ridiculous.

There was a faint thunderclap in the sky, it was the voice of Tian Fu, it was related to him, and it had nothing to do with him.

His eyes can hardly see the character set in front of him. It should be said that his eyes have hardly seen this world, and he has been watching the revolving door for half of his life all his life.

——"The youngest son of the Lan family was born, and he was born with heart palpitations. How can such a person be worthy of the blood of the executor."

——"It is impossible for this kind of person to ascend to the heavens, but he can still be used. Those... things that are not good for worship, let him do it."

The world of the sun, the world of yin and yang, the world of yin and yang, the two extremes of ice and fire.

He was always dragging his luggage tiredly, holding his magic weapon, living in the wrath and curse of mortals, and after going back, living in humiliation and abuse, slowly falling asleep in the cold room, carefully keeping those few The offering only occurs once a year, and perhaps ordinary people burned the wrong incense.

Ordinary people are so hypocritical. When happiness comes, they rejoice, use the best gold and silver to make ingots, make candles, and make offerings and vows to the stars. When disasters come, they curse the gods.

People who wander in hatred, pain, fear, resentment, and jealousy are inferior bugs that burrow in the dust, stained by dust, mud and water, and God never favors them.

If God wants to show favor, it can only be because of the punishment of those dust, not out of love and pity for the bug.

Rolling thunder sounded, and the formation became stronger and stronger. Once it started, there was no turning back.There are 49 and [-] soul-suppressing nails in the formation, which can crush all gods, demons and ghosts.

When the first Soul Soul Nail pierced through Lan Xing's lute bone, Lan Xing let out a muffled snort, sweat came out, and the first sky thunder quickly rolled down.

That thunder came straight to Xiangli!

"Master—"

Lightning pierced people's eyes, Xiangli Feilu reacted quickly, raised the Qingyue sword and flew to block it, the master and apprentice were immediately blasted to the ground by the powerful force, and the ground beneath them had already been turned into scorched earth.

Qingyue Sword opened a crack.

"It's God's punishment, it's God's punishment!" Xianglihong's face turned from pale to livid, his old and tired eyes were sunken deep in their sockets, at this moment, these eyes trembled violently, almost breaking his heart. With the calmness he had in the past, he showed a kind of fear, "What is this, what did I catch? That boy, what is he?"

Lan Xing's blood was surging, flowing down the wound, soaking the wound.

At the same time, lightning surged in the sky, and the clouds seemed to be hiding something that was about to fall, constantly gathering light, which meant that the second thunderbolt was about to fall.

"Tianyun executor..."

"Do not belong to the upper heaven, do not belong to the human world, they are the "messenger of God". "

"Just like Mingxing brings disaster, he walks towards the mountain of swords, and the mountain of swords collapses by itself. He walks towards the sea of ​​fire, and the sea of ​​fire destroys itself. The executor of fortune is responsible for following the fortune of heaven, and brings all suffering, joy, disaster, and happiness to the world."

"There are so many wishes for you, and the safety and survival of the small countries and people in so many worlds. Naturally, there is no need to ask the gods of the heavens. All of these will be done by executors."

"If they are executors with pure bloodlines, after performing meritorious deeds or disasters many times, they can hope to be truly accepted by fate, ascend to the upper realm, and even... control the star planet."

"If it is said that Mingxing is the representative of destiny, then the executor is the group of unnamed stars who follow behind the star. They are part of the destiny. Everything follows cause and effect. If a country perishes due to drought, Then one cannot hate the executor who brought down this drought, because that is the destiny of their country."

Xiang Lihong was trembling all over, looking at the sky, he tremblingly said: "I remembered... the executor, there really is an executor! He is the one who came to rain fog and rain on our Qingyue Town!"

At this time, his voice was no longer hatred, but a kind of collapse and fear.

Qingyue Town can't hate this smog and rain, but can only hate the monsters and ghosts that take advantage of this smog and rain, because no mortal will hate the sun for being too hot, the winter for being too cold, or the judge's words that belong to him Added a few strokes.

Because they all know deeply that the executor did not intend to bring disaster, once the executor of the fortune is hurt, the backlash will come immediately!

"I was wrong..." Xiang Lihong stared at the surging clouds in the sky, his lips trembling, "I was wrong, I have to stop the formation, I have to stop, the executor is dead , Qingyue Town is over, Jiang Guo's water veins are also—"

Dark clouds overwhelm the top, the cold wind blows, and the rain is like ice, which will freeze the bones together.

Only the blood was still warm.

The second soul-suppressing nail was activated by the formation and penetrated Lan Xing's wrist, and Lan Xing's pale hand was firmly nailed to the ground.

His face was distorted at this moment, the intense pain almost emptied his consciousness, and a hoarse murmur came out of his throat.

The second thunder fell!

At this moment, Xianglihong pushed away Xiangli Feilu who was rushing over, and ran forward with Qingyue sword in hand.

He is a mortal, even with the Qingyue Sword protecting his body, the thunderbolt still shredded his insides, the blood and bones were almost broken into powder, but that layer of skin was still supporting it wobbly.

"Stop...stop the formation."

"Stop...stop."

"Master——" Xiangli Feilu's voice was hoarse, and he was pulled back by a slender hand.

Rong Yi turned back into a human body and stretched his body - the fog dissipated, which seemed to make him much more comfortable.

He clasped Xiangli Feilu's fingers, and glanced at Xianglihong: "He originally had three days to live, but this time, three days are gone. He is dying..."

In the heavy rain, the bloody man crawled towards the center of the formation with his last breath, and there was nothing left in his eyes, only the formation itself.

In the torrential rain, the dark golden color of the formation slowly flowed, and Lan Xing almost lost consciousness, but he still tried his best to straighten his back, trembling his hands, trying to smash the nails inside.

"Don't go..."

Rong Yi firmly clasped Xiangli Feilu's hand, her dark eyes were serious and fixed, "You are also seriously injured, if you pass by, you will die too."

He recovered quickly. A few hours ago, he was still the bird whose down feathers would get wet. Now, the rain could no longer wet his clothes.

Pink and white clothes, black hair.It seems that a handful of broken rain can be fished out at any time and lightly sprinkled in the coffin of this world.

It's also like the way he was firmly controlled by him that night, pure and confused, but also relying on it with all his strength.

Xiangli Feilu suddenly smiled.

He looked at him, and there was even a bit of tenderness in his green eyes.

This moment, or everything that has gradually accumulated in the past half a month, made him understand this boy.

"God..." He opened his mouth softly.

The tenderness in that voice was also unprecedented.

Rong Yi opened her eyes slightly.

"Thank you God for your love during this time, but I am a mortal, so I can only accompany God to come here."

He reached out and rubbed his head lightly.

"Then are you going to divorce?"

Rong Yi was silent for a while, as if realizing something, she reached out to grab his hand.

"No, Shangshen, it's not a divorce." Xiangli Feilu's voice was still gentle, low and gentle, "It's 'death'. "

"Then don't you hate me?" Rong Yi followed up and asked again.

Xiangli Feilu smiled again.

——Actually, I don’t hate it.

He is the teacher of Jiang Guoguo, a natural born Buddha.He does not really hate a bird of natural spirit any more than the sky hates a cloud.

Xiangli Feilu gently broke away from Rongyi's hand, turned around and walked towards the center of the formation, walking faster and faster.

The third Soul Requiem Nail was driven by the magic circle and came through the air. Xiangli Fei Lufei blocked it with a sword. The Soul Requiem Nail is a spiritual weapon and cannot be blocked by entities. Only when it touches flesh and blood can it become a reality , completely pierced through.

He blocked it, the soul-suppressing nail pierced his shoulder, and Xiangli Feilu was drenched in cold sweat for a moment.

Rong Yi was behind him, following him, a little anxious: "Buddha..."

He didn't keep up and walked a few steps in, but was stabbed by the formation and stopped.Xiangli Feilu's figure had already disappeared into the dark gold.

"Buddha!"

The formation was driven faster and faster, Xiangli Feilu walked all the way in without looking back, he used his body to block the soul-restraining nails that were flying one after another, his steps became slower and slower, resisting all resistance, and went towards the formation. The center went as far as it could go.

Blood also flowed down from his body, he couldn't bleed any more blood, he was gouged out by the erotic ghost, coupled with the overdraft forbidden technique, the dark red blood moistened the skirt of his clothes, and then dried up, after a while, Moist again.

Xiangli Feilu stared at Lan Xing's direction, and said in a remote voice: "God, for this formation and method, I, Xiangli Feilu, will bear the karma for Master. Please don't blame Qingyue Town. I am willing to bear the responsibility of God. All anger."

"I'm not Shangshen..." Lan Xing's face was pale, his chaotic eyes finally focused, and he saw the man in black with long hair in front of him.

It seems to be Jiang Guo's current national teacher.

Lan Xing raised the corners of his mouth and laughed: "You mortals will always be so hypocritical. If you can't stop the formation, you still have to stop it, and if you can't stop the luck, you still have to stop it."

His expression didn't change much, his black eyes became slack again, leaving only a deep and lifeless look.

You can trust gods in the morning and kill gods in the evening. This is also a mortal.

"There must always be someone to do the impossible." Xiangli Fei Lu replied in a deep voice.

"It's your hypocrisy! You lied to yourself and your people."

Lan Xing's voice was hoarse and mocking.

He doesn't like to talk too much, he has always been a taciturn boy, and he is born with a disease.It took all his strength to speak.

But now that his death was imminent, he still smiled, his chaotic eyes refocused, with contempt and disdain, "On this point alone, you have committed many crimes... haven't you?"

——Master Buddha, we know that the God of Protecting the Nation has not come, it is our Jiang country, the fate of the country is gone, isn't it?

Those children who looked up to his Qingyue Sword, those people who looked up to him.

It's just that they don't know.

He has been guilty of many crimes.

The fourth Soul Requiem Nail was blocked by him and pierced through his ribs.

Xiangli Feilu was covered in blood.The formation was getting faster and faster, the fifth, sixth, and seventh roots all pierced into his back.

He grunted and knelt down.

In the endless mist, he seemed to hear the bell from his childhood again.There was a lot of discussion on the long street, he straightened his back, raised his sword and stood upright, and the hanging bell fell heavily behind him.

--Do not sleep.

How could he let everything he swore to protect disappear in smoke?

A warm stream of heat brushed his body, and at first he thought it was blood, but later realized it was flames.

The phoenix fire avoided his body, along the entire magic circle, soaring up to the sky.

The heavy rain and the raging fire created a vigorous heat wave, which evaporated and dispersed. The Soul Requiem Nails hung in the air and fell to the ground one after another. The formation was destroyed. The golden streamer was knocked away by the turbulent karma of the phoenix, and it became like magma, scorching hot and dazzling.

"Don't sleep..." Rong Yi appeared behind him and gently hugged his shoulders, "I understand now that you are different from others. I want to support me, I don't want you to die."

The next moment, Xiangli Feilu felt himself wrapped in a warm barrier, and Rong Yi stood up, strolled in the courtyard, and walked towards Lan Xing in the center of the formation.

Lan Xing breathed heavily, his chest heaved, sweat wet his forehead hair, and dripped from Junxiu's chin.

Lan Xing raised his head as if sensing something.

There was no expression on his pale face, but his eyes changed from dead silence to confusion, and then to a slight tremor.

"I owe you a piece of fruit I ate from you. I will let you go today, so you can go back and recuperate."

Rong Yi stretched out his hand, and the chains on Lan Xing's body broke with a sound. His fingertips brushed against Lan Xing's wrist and shoulder, and the Soul Soul Nail came out easily, and fell into the soil without a trace.

"The soul-suppressing nail must be the same as the nine-yin hammer. It hurts." Rong Yi lowered her eyes, muttered, and then smiled, "Okay, you can go. The last practice, although A little dry, but still tasty."

Lan Xing was still unable to move. In the heavy rain, he seemed to have returned to the rainy day when he saw Rong Yi for the first time. His heartbeat was chaotic, his breathing was rapid, and his vision was clear and blurred for a while. In the rain curtain, only a pink and white afterglow is left.