hug that god

The cold wind was bleak, like tiny icy willows whipped their bodies, everyone couldn't help shivering, and tucked their clothes.

They looked at each other, hesitated to speak, and the people from Kutan Sect stood up again and said solemnly: "You are the descendants of God, you are different from us."

Shen Yuexiu lowered her eyes, her expression was gloomy.

"Little brother, don't be afraid, the three hundred whips have already been beaten." Suddenly, the young master said to Shen Yuexiu.

"Brother..." Shen Yuexiu was slightly taken aback, looked at him, and called out unconsciously.

Thinking back to the beginning, the young master beat himself with a whip at every turn. After careful calculation, there were eight whips in total, plus that day, it was exactly three hundred. What was the intention behind this.

"Do you want to see my heart? Then I'll dig it out for you. If you don't have a golden heart and a black heart, you can commit suicide and apologize."

The eldest young master's eyes were cold and composed, and he slowly and gracefully took off the light fur, and put it on Shen Yuexiu's body. Shen Yuexiu took the light fur, held it in her arms, and looked at his elder brother, her hands shaking involuntarily while holding the fur , he shouted weakly: "Brother, you can't..."

"It's also an explanation for you. For the last time, respect the big brother's decision."

The young master was not angry and pretentious, and took off his clothes while talking.

He was wearing thick clothes and a lot of clothes, as if he was very afraid of the cold.

Shen Yuexiu's hands are getting hotter and hotter, but her body and mind are getting colder and colder.

The young master took off only his white clothes.

He is tall and tall, but still has an extraordinary bearing.

Like a plum blossom, a pine and cypress, a noble king, the cold wind never shakes it.

With such a calm expression and cold and arrogant eyes, he stretched out his slender hands, pinched his collar and pulled it away.

The snow-white skin was imprinted in the eyes of Shen Yue Xiumu Brassica and everyone else.

He took out a dagger and inserted it into his heart in front of everyone.Immediately, blood gushed out continuously, dyeing half of his clothes a sticky red.

Everyone was terrified, how could God's blood be red, how could God bleed.

The young master's lips were pale, and there was no expression on his face. He had never felt any pain, so he frowned.

Everyone thought that he was worthy of being a descendant of God.

The dagger in the young master's hand spun and expanded bit by bit on his chest, and finally he stretched his hand in and took out something.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and feel anxious, their bodies felt cold for a while, and they shivered from time to time.

Seeing that the young master took out a red heart, everyone's eyes were full of astonishment, and their hearts shivered, and they shrank back.

Holding the bloody red heart, he took two unsteady steps toward the crowd. The blood dripped on the ground and exploded into red spray. Holding his heart, he tremblingly held it up for everyone to see.

The crowd simply didn't dare to look directly, their eyes dodged.

"This heart is the same as yours. It is hot and red. Shen Mo's family is the same as yours. It is a human being, not a descendant of some god." It is not weak.

Everyone turned their faces slightly, their eyes were erratic, they just didn't look in the direction of the young master, their whole bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their feet moved back.

"See clearly, I'm very weak now, and I'm going to die." Suddenly a fierce light burst out from the eyes of the young master, and he shouted with a trace of madness and weakness: "The culprit has been executed, you should be happy."

"Ah..." Everyone was startled, trembling, moved their feet back again, and kept their lips shaking.

Kutanmen looked at the red heart in his hand indifferently, without any mercy, the Dharma protector said: "I see clearly, it is Kutanmen who took the liberty to disturb you, please leave."

After finishing speaking, the people of Kutan Sect left under the leadership of the two guardians.

"You guys are still not leaving, you still want to commit suicide on the spot." Gan Yang glared at the people who hadn't had time to react, and roared sharply.

Everyone thumped, pushed each other and fled quickly, only the original residents of the land of Shenluo were still hesitating.

It's almost time to leave, the young master finally couldn't hold on anymore, his hands trembled, and his heart fell to the ground.

A mass of purple light suddenly flashed past, took his heart away and disappeared.

Shen Yuexiu's eyes were fixed on the Eldest Young Master, seeing that his body was unstable and about to fall to the ground, she hurried over to help her, squatted on the ground with tears streaming down her face, and said in a trembling voice, "Brother."

His spiritual power penetrated into the young master's body and found that his spiritual power was very weak.

"Don't cry, brother doesn't like to watch it. As you can see, my spiritual power is weak and I'm vulnerable." The young master said weakly.

"Brother, why... your spiritual power..."

Shen Yuexiu looked around, trying to get his heart back.

As long as you put your heart back within half an hour, you will have a chance to live. He immediately ordered the dry sheep to look for the heart, but the young master stopped them, saying that there was no need to look for it, because there was no love in his heart.

Shen Yuexiu cried even harder, thinking of the eldest young master telling him not to cry, she couldn't help wiping away her endless tears with her sleeves.

"You are really free, you can be yourself." The young master lay in his arms, looking at Shen Yuexiu's sad face and wriggling lips, with a trace of relief.

Shen Yuexiu called out elder brother again, and the eldest young master weakly ordered: "Speak less, I don't have much time."

Shen Yuexiu covered his hollow chest with her hands, poured spiritual power into it, cried and nodded, yes.

"I have killed too many evils, but I don't regret it. People in the world hate me, and people in Shen Mofu hate me. I must die."

He continued: "What you will take over is the brand-new Shen Mo Mansion, and it is also the weakest Shen Mo Mansion. All the crimes are limited to me alone, do you understand?"

"I, I understand." Shen Yuexiu stammered with sobs.

"Wipe your tears dry, don't let the members of Shen Mofu who are coming soon see, no, where is the majesty?"

"Brother, I..."

The eldest young master didn't seem to hear him shouting, he looked up at the sky, with gray blue sky and white clouds in his eyes: "Little brother, I have never been loved before, how can I love someone, I finally succeeded in ending the fate of Shen Mofu, hehehe ..."

Since he was 15 years old, he has been planning to overthrow Shen Mo's mansion, no matter what the cost.

Now, he finally succeeded.

He smiled, and laughed out with the last of his strength, a tear flowed from the corner of his mouth, and rolled down on Shen Yuexiu's hand.

"Brother." Shen Yuexiu yelled loudly, with tears streaming down her face, but no matter how she yelled, no matter how much spiritual power she inputted.

Both the young and the young master lay in his arms, motionless, and closed their eyes peacefully.

Shen Yuexiu knew that her elder brother was afraid of the cold, so she wrapped the light fur clothes in her hands tightly around his body, rubbed her whole face on it, buried in the light fur, and wept uncontrollably.

Mu Yuncai wanted to reach out her hand to comfort her, but she finally took it back and clenched it into a fist.

The dry sheep was expressionless, without much fluctuation.

"Someone is here in Shen Mo's house, Second Young Master should put away his emotions." Master Mei's tone carried a hint of coquettishness.

Hearing this, Shen Yuexiu paused for a moment, wiped her tears on the young master's clothes, and still couldn't help sobbing.

Isn't it usually collected very quickly, why is it so sad and painful this time, I really want to keep crying, let go of my voice and cry loudly.

He couldn't go on, he couldn't let the young master down, as soon as he wanted so many corpses to look at him, he rubbed his eyes fiercely, no more tears in them.

Gan Yang hugged the long box and knelt down on one knee towards him, slightly raised the thing in his hand: "This whip is so heavy, can the young master handle it?"

Shen Yuexiu's fingers trembled slightly, and she stretched out her hand to touch it. It was the spiritual whip, the symbol of Shen Mofu's authority. He stood up and made Gan Yang stand up too.

Walking forward by himself, several members of Shen Mo's mansion came, looking at the new mansion master lying on the ground, a little confused and at a loss.

"Shen Yueying is dead, from now on, I am the Palace Master." Shen Yuexiu said loudly with her back to the crowd.

"This..." Everyone looked at each other, Mei Ye's eyes sharpened: "I still don't pay my respects to the Palace Master."

As he said that, he suddenly walked forward, nodded slightly, and said in a respectful voice: "Four great spirits, beauties, see the new Palace Master."

Everyone couldn't help but also walked forward, half kneeling on the ground, shouting to see the new Palace Master.

"Shen Yueying committed a heinous crime, so she cut off her head to show the public, so as to calm the hearts of the people." Shen Yuexiu paused every word, with a heavy voice.

Everyone didn't move, didn't speak, Shen Yuexiu changed the topic, her voice was slightly harsh, and she said: "Do it."