The cinnabar mole that became a god after escaping from death

They were finally able to love each other under the sun.

"Let it go, let it go!"

"Hurry up ahead! Registration ends at [-]:[-] noon!"

"The Demon Academy seems to only have [-] places this year. If you miss it, you have to wait another five years!"

"Don't step on my tail! It hurts!"

……

On the top of Dayang Mountain, the green shade covers the sky and the sun, and bright spots of light are reflected on the mossy stone slabs. The sound of birdsong is clear and crisp, shuttling through the forest.

At this moment, in front of the magnificent stone gate of the Demon Academy, many demon spirits were bustlingly lined up, huddled together to pay the fees, it was very lively.

The teaching building in the college is towering, standing at the window, you can clearly see the scene outside the gate.

The secretary-general pushed his glasses: "The number of demon spirits registered this year has doubled compared to previous years. Do you want to expand the enrollment?"

Beside him stood an old man in black robe and white hair, his face was old, but his eyes were calm: "Expand."

The secretary-general didn't say any more, and after bowing his head and signing the document, he handed it over to the assistant beside him.

The little assistant with the head of a rabbit walked out with the documents in his arms, and the door of the office closed again.

The Great Secretary-General withdrew his gaze and looked to the far southwest.

Behind the forest meeting place of the Demon Academy is the barrier linking the eternal snow mountain. The towering old trees there are so dark and overturned that they have been silent for thousands of years.

The person beside him said slowly, "How long has it been?"

The secretary-general paused, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "More than 1000 years."

More than 700 years have passed since the battle of annihilation that year.

The dean was silent, did not answer, and closed his eyes.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, Assistant Rabbit came in poking his head, blinking bright red eyes: "Master Dean! Teacher Xin Rui and Teacher Wu Zhan are waiting for you in the library!"

"Xin Rui?" The chief secretary frowned, "Aren't they in the district of the Demon Academy in State A? Why did they come here suddenly?"

Since the end of the battle of doom that year, after Kolando's conspiracy was revealed and he was strangled by the gods, the holy court and the purifier alliance also fell apart.

Even the young demons born in recent years have only heard of the existence of the Holy Court in the history books.

Assistant Rabbit wrinkled his nose and shook his head: "I don't know, but they seem to be in a hurry."

The dean and the chief secretary looked at each other, and they saw a glimmer of unspeakable expectation in each other's eyes.

The library is adjacent to the Forbidden Forest. When they arrived, the two were discussing something with their heads down.

After noticing the sound of the door opening, Wu Zhan quickly raised his head: "You are finally here."

The secretary-general hurriedly asked: "Is there any news?!"

Xin Rui and Wu Zhan looked at each other, then took a slow breath, and said softly, "Last night, the tree of life grew new leaves."

There was a sudden silence in the air.

The dean moved his lips and looked at them.

The Great Secretary-General could hardly stand still, his mind was buzzing, and the situation of that day and the dead and ashesed tree of life kept appearing in his mind.

1000 years ago.

The tree of life was polluted, the demon spirits were forced to offer sacrifices, and the karmic fire of all demons had already completely burned the roots of the tree of life.

And Ke Rando vainly tried to kill the gods, and even killed all the souls, but he still died with hatred.

In short, the holy court that night was blood-stained and corpses were everywhere, from the inside out, not a single life was left behind.

Then, suddenly, heavy snow fell for a hundred years one after another, and it was peaceful all day long, boundless and desolate.

A hundred years later, the snow stopped and the sun came out, and the melted snow water awakened the soul that had been sleeping for a hundred years.

Except for Korando, all the creatures woke up ignorantly, looking at the familiar faces and faded and wrinkled clothes, they were speechless, as if they had just had a nightmare all these years.

It's just that the devastation around them tells them that everything really happened.

Most of the walls of the shooting area where the guns were scattered in the past have collapsed, the remains of the flag are wrapped in the soil, and the inside and outside of the main hall have become ruins.

The exquisite murals on the eaves of the verandah are crumbled and broken, but the delicate wood buds sprouted from the gaps and grew up tremblingly. A hundred years later, the green shade is flourishing, and the birds are rustling among the branches and leaves.

Life and death, flesh and bones, it turns out that the gods have forgiven them.

But the huge body behind him was scorched and lifeless.

He stands silently, without sound, except for the snow that falls all year round.

The snowflakes originate from the eternal falling, which is quiet and gentle, blending indistinguishably with the tree of life.

The coldness pierced to the bone, and the creatures trembled and knelt down, prostrating and praying.

Afterwards, the holy court and the gods disappeared into the world together.

I thought that with the fall of the tree of life, the spiritual power in the world would eventually dissipate, but as time passed, not only did the spiritual power not dissipate, there were even new demon spirits and human spirits making their voices.

As a result, everyone couldn't help but have a thought in their hearts, they couldn't say it, and they didn't dare to say it.

Even today, the tree of life produces new leaves.

The big secretary's cheeks were tense: "Where's Pei Chu?"

Xin Rui exhaled slowly, but couldn't give a definite answer: "...the snow has stopped."

The four looked at each other, with deep, new hope rolling in their eyes.

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Human world.

"Good evening, audience friends. Now let's pay attention to the latest weather. At 1000:[-] pm today, the Meteorological Observatory issued an orange temperature recovery warning. This is the first spring temperature recovery in nearly [-] years. Experts from all over the world have given speculation..."

In the window, people watching TV and having dinner couldn’t help discussing in twos and threes:

"Hey, why did you suddenly warm up?"

"The history books say that the previous generation used to wear sleeveless clothes in the summer."

"Sleeveless clothes? How is that possible? It must be so cold!"

……

On the streets at night, the lights are bright and the crowds are crowded.

It was already late spring and early summer, and everyone was still wrapped in thick coats and scarves, and looked as if they were used to it.

In the glass window, the food was steaming, and people chatted while eating, just like the past in memory.

The young man was dressed in pure white clothes, barefoot, with clean eyes, standing on the street in a daze.

The wind blew over, blowing his hair fluffy and covering his eyes in pieces.

"Whose child... why are you standing here..."

"Isn't he cold if he wears so little?"

"Well, why don't we call the police?"

……

There were rustling voices around him, the young man blinked his eyes slowly, and followed the sound.

The other party met his gaze and gasped for breath.

Those were a pair of very beautiful eyes, deep azure blue, filled with a little bit of moonlight, clear and penetrating.

The boy opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "This is..."

"No. 556, Shenshu Street!" The man answered quickly, looked into his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and asked earnestly, "Are you lost? Do you want to help?"

But the young man looked dazed, as if he didn't hear the second part of his words, and only muttered to himself: "Sacred Tree...Sacred Tree Street..."

Seeing that he really didn't seem to be from here, the man was stunned for a moment, and explained enthusiastically: "There has been a legend for hundreds of years, that when you walk south from our street, there is a dead sacred tree at the end. named that."

He laughed: "But it's all fake. Many people went looking for it and didn't see anything."

The boy's eyelashes trembled.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing his broken expression, the man suddenly became a little nervous, "Are you sick? Do you want to help——"

He anxiously wanted to take another step closer, but in the blink of an eye, there was no boy there.

Only the breeze blows, bringing the coolness like the first snow.

The moonlight is bright, and the stars are dotted, illuminating the road under our feet.

From a long distance, Pei Chu saw the tree.

He was shrouded in a water-colored, ripple-like enchantment. The branches and leaves were dead and gray and black, but the surroundings were lush with greenery.

Pei Chu was so startled that he didn't dare to take another step forward.

He recalled that moment in God's Domain.

From the moment he knew that the holy court was going to set up the fire of the Wan Yao Karma, Pei Chu had already thought about the next step in his heart.

This time, Qingxing will definitely seek revenge from Korando, no matter whether he succeeds or not, he must take the opportunity to convert his pure soul to him.Unexpectedly, Qingxing had such a plan in his heart.

The souls belonging to the Tree of Life and the Nine-Tailed Cat Spirit were transported into each other's mouths by a kiss.

Pei Chu came back to his senses, raised his face and looked at the sacred tree that blocked the sky and the sun, his vision was blurred.

From the moment he woke up, he knew that Qing Xing must still be alive.

By accident, they actually saved each other.

In the middle of the night, the forest is deep and silent, gradually there are fluorescent lights flying, and the wind rustles through the forest.

Suddenly, he heard a slight breathing sound coming from his ear, and his footsteps froze, and he didn't even dare to turn his head.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

someone whispered.

Pei Chu raised his head extremely slowly, and met those familiar, clear eyes.

He raised his face, his eyes reflected the appearance of the other party, and his voice was soft and trembling: "...Long time no see."

The fireflies were silent, and the visitor was bathed in the moonlight, with black hair and black eyes, and a clear figure, just like the first time I met a long, long time ago.

But at this time, the world is peaceful, good and evil are rewarded, and they can finally love each other under the sun.

The author says:

There is only one more episode to finish, thank you everyone!

Afterwards, according to the feel, I should write the book "After Killing the Male Lead [Transmigration Book]" first, and "Xu You Fireworks" may be later, but the pits will be filled.

Thanks again for your support!bow!

Copywriting of "After Killing the Male Lead [Transmigration Book]":

[Black Heart Lotus Gong X Slutty and free-spirited double-wearing book]

After the demon king Xie Lishen died, he woke up and found that he had transmigrated into a novel about a modern wealthy family that seemed to have no cp, but was actually a stallion.

The male protagonist is He Yu, the only son of a certain boss who is wandering outside. He happens to have the same name and surname as the Son of Heaven who died with him in the previous life.

The "Xie Li" in the book is a vicious villain, who not only dared to grab the protagonists, but also used the name of relatives and friends to take him in, and bullied the young male protagonist all the year round.

The ending is naturally to be killed by the male protagonist, the family property is ruined and died with hatred, he is just like a scum cannon fodder.

After receiving the full text of the message, Xie Li expressed his disdain, and prepared to forget about the plot and waste his life without any worries.

However, the timing of his passing through the book was too unfortunate, "Xie Li" had just brought the hero back home.

The young He Yu looks almost exactly the same as his old enemy in the previous life, but he has no memory of his previous life. He stares blankly at the noble and handsome man in front of him, and shows his affection to him every now and then.

Xie Li narrowed his eyes immediately, feeling bad: Very good, anyway, you delivered it yourself.

However, He Yu, who had lost his memory, was obedient and gracious, and Xie Li took care of him, gradually becoming more and more sincere.

It wasn't until one day that he accidentally discovered that at some point, He Yu had already recovered the memory of the Son of Heaven, and played with his tenderness in the applause.

On the day of the showdown, He Yu took off his disguise, looked up at himself, and said in a cold and sarcastic tone: Master Xie, are you having fun?

Xie Li smiled lazily: Thank you, I'm just generally happy.

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He Yu will always remember the person who killed him in his previous life, and he was full of obsession when he was dying.

God was so lucky that he was allowed to meet Xie Li again.

He was extremely vigilant and was about to preemptively strike, but he saw the famous Mozun in the past calling his name lovingly with a smile on his eyes.

He Yu was amazed and disgusted, so he sneered and played a scene with him, wanting to see the angry and remorseful look of this man at the end of the play.

But he didn't expect that the play was only halfway through, but his heart was moved first.

What was even more unexpected was that before he could make a move, Xie Liren slipped away.

On the contrary, He Yu gritted his teeth and endured a group of protagonists crying "You give me back, brother Xie Li!", frantically looking for people all over the world.