It's not good to be a priest of heaven

Xiaobai's hands were shaking unbearably, and his stomach was even convulsed because he was so frightened. He moved slowly like an old man, moved to his side little by little, and handed the dagger into the palm of his right hand.

"Xiaobai, you are a good person, thank you."

Xiaobai didn't dare to respond to him, and only glanced at him before retreating into the corner again.

"Xiaobai, don't look at me, you turn around, I don't want to leave a bad memory for you."

When Xiaobai heard this, his tears burst out suddenly. Until he died, this person also left the last tenderness towards this world. Why, why did such a person experience such a thing...why did he die...

Crying, Xiaobai knelt down on his knees, kowtowed heavily to him, and choked up, "All the way...go well..."

A red blood moon hung high in the world outside the window, staring at the pain and joys and sorrows of this world like unknown creatures. They examined, mourned, and watched one life after another gradually wither, gradually swallowed by darkness, and cruelly swallowed. After baptism, only loneliness and despair remain in the end.

Yang Ling held the dagger in his palm. It was late at night, no one would come to patrol again, and he could face death quietly.

He used all his strength to stab the dagger into his heart. He thought he could die easily, but he didn't. The dagger only pierced a little bit of flesh. He didn't have so much strength, so he could only stab the dagger into his heart bit by bit. The position advances.

This kind of death process is undoubtedly a long one. He has to suffer painful torture even in death. The dagger pierced his flesh and blood stained his hands, but his heart is still beating, still beating weakly. Yang Ling's His vision gradually blurred, and in the darkness, he could vaguely hear the sound of his heart beating, again and again, struggling and struggling to live.

His empty eyes were full of dead silence, his life was finally over and free... It took him all night to finally pierce the dagger through his heart, blood kept bubbling out, his heart gradually stopped beating, Breathing also slowly stopped, and various functions of the body declared shutdown and destruction...

With despair and hatred for this world, Yang Ling quietly passed away on this night surrounded by blood moons, with the little warmth and beauty left in his heart about his mother, Sinan, and Xiaobai.

Xiaobai turned his back and didn't dare to look at the man who was going to die. His shoulders were trembling and he was crying suppressedly, not daring to disturb the prisoner.

When he finally turned around, he was stunned when he saw the white-clothed immortal who suddenly appeared in the cell, looking like a thousand brilliance. This... Is this the ghost who came to pick up Yang Ling?He stared blankly at him, his voice trembling, "Can you take me away too... This place is too scary..."

Chu Ci looked at Yang Ling, who was covered in wounds and was left to himself in the end. Sadness and mourning were not enough to describe his mood. His heart seemed to die again with his passing, becoming so desolate and desolate. The thorns are everywhere, and it is no longer within reach. He walked all the way to the dark on the road of this person's resurrection, like a traveler full of hope looking for a desert oasis in this barbed, nail-strewn, and blind. Walking alone in the dark, how far will this road go, I don't know, how long it will take for the hope full of light to come, I don't know, everything is unknown, because of the unknown, so when he is groping forward, the darkness Everything in the world would be so aggressive and devour him bit by bit, leaving him behind bars, beyond redemption.

Hearing Xiaobai's prayer, Chu Ci only asked in a flat tone, "Are you sure you want to come with me?"

Xiao Bai touched the slave mark covering half of his face, and finally nodded with tears.

Chu Ci's black eyes were calm and terrifying, like a black hole that could swallow everything and tear apart together with light and darkness, his fingertips shimmered, and Ling Kong drew an ancient symbol on Xiao Bai's forehead, "Someone will come Pick you up. And, thank you."

After saying that, he knelt down on one knee, and carefully picked up the blood-stained, hard-boned, but already cold person on the ground, and said in shock, "I'll take you home." Then he turned around and disappeared into the This dark space does not belong to them.

In the wooden house on Taoyuan Mountain, circles of blood-stained bandages were scattered around the room. Chu Ci was sitting on the side of the bed, his hands were already stained red by the red blood, and even the white veil that was wiped had long since lost its original appearance.

Chu Ci only silently cleaned the shocking wound on Yang Ling's face. There were layers of fine sweat on his forehead, and his fingertips trembled slightly——

Although he is not as obsessed with cleanliness as he is, he probably doesn't want to die with dirt like this.

He seemed to be in a daze, and persistently washed it over and over again. The clean water was stained red again and again, and finally all the dirty things stained on his body were removed.

Then he cast a spell to restore his appearance, connected his severed left arm, and replaced him with the dark red narrow-sleeved robe that he had always loved to wear in Jiuchongtian.

He bent down, closed his eyes, and kissed his sweetheart for the last time with infinite affection, hot tears rolled down Yang Ling's pale and cold face——

I love you.

I love you with all my heart.

Even if you don't love me.

I love you too.

……

At this time, in the eternal and ever-changing sea of ​​stars, a star with a faint red light was quietly born. Although the light was weak, it was a rising star.

Chu Ci was silent for a long time in front of Yang Ling's tombstone. There were more than a dozen empty wine jars scattered around the tombstone, but Chu Ci looked at the black and cold tombstone with empty eyes as if he was not drunk.

Ten days later, the wine jar was still there, but the figure in white was no longer there, and there was an evil figure in blue "Sinan" holding a jade flute in the world.

The evil figure in blue was born out of nowhere, and his origin is a mystery. His strategy is called "Contemporary Guiguzi" by the world. It only took him one year to support the weakest state of Wei on the land at that time, and finally The Kingdom of Wei annexed the Kingdoms of Jin and Jin in one fell swoop, becoming the new strongest overlord of this land.

But when the heads of the Kings of Jin and Jin were hung on the gates of their respective cities in the wind and sun, the evil figure in blue suddenly disappeared as if the world had evaporated.

Later, in a prosperous town in Weiguo, some people said that they saw a man in blue clothes who looked like an evil figure, and on the day he appeared, the daughter of a local rich family known for benevolence, righteousness and charity was born. Named "Liu Qingyan".

When the news of Yang Ling's death was reported back to the Jin Kingdom, Empress Liu Qingyan only left a sentence, "The empress of this country can be someone else, but he only has me, the empress", and then jumped off the tower... …

Si Nan stood by the window and glanced at this infant girl, since you are the warmth he left in the world, the peace and success of this life will be regarded as my repaying your favor for him.

Then Sinan turned around and left with lowered eyes, walking steadily, and the blue figure gradually disappeared from the world.

500 years later, a Taoist priest ascended by relying on the most treasured "Kirin Jade Bone".