nycdaug Chapter 222: Seeing the Tears Lost
Chapter 222: Seeing the Tears Lost
There are many twists and turns in Canglan, and every sudden change is so bizarre that no one can imagine it.
The low-level demons outside Canglan who witnessed everything experienced ups and downs in their emotions, from grief and indignation to overjoyed. They felt what a reversal of poles meant, and put on dragon robes to become emperors.
The superior demons and humans in front of the Heavenly Gate were surprised, shocked, and finally killed.
Before Zhu Jiu appeared, the emperor and three kings only attacked and ridiculed each other, and talked about each other's connotations, which was generally within an acceptable range.
Until Liu Tiezhu, who had been disappearing in the mirror, no, it should be said that Zhu Jiu suddenly appeared.
This series of operations made their eyes widen and they were speechless.
Shot Chu Yi to death? No, it was actually Mirage.
A mutual destruction? No, it was actually a reversal of the two poles.
Who will be spared if you show mercy? No, all of them must die.
they:"!!!!"
Originally, they were furious when they saw their descendants were about to die, until they saw that Chu Yi and Wenren Sejue were also abandoned by Zhu Jiu.
It was very painful, but suddenly I had a crazy sense of fairness.
She even dared to kill Chu Yi and the other two. What was the point of killing a few monsters? What was the point of killing all the top monsters?
This is normal, normal hahahahaha.
Trample! Master! Master! Damn!
This wanted criminal with unforgivable crimes! When she comes out, she will be torn into pieces! Draw her body with five horses! Lingchi death!
Return the lives of my young people!
The group of people were already mad with rage. All kinds of demonic spirits were running rampant in front of the Heavenly Gate of the Demon King's Palace. They wished they could go in and skin Zhu Jiu alive.
There was a lot of curses.
The emperor and three kings were all very upset.
There is no winner in this round. It’s fine if there is no winner, but the most talented junior is dead! Dead!
The Demon King and the Spirit Snake Chief watched Qingqu and Ye Jinbai commit suicide for love without any regrets and abandoning everything.
they:"???"
Until the moment before the two were completely engulfed by the storm, they were still darkly wondering who would stab the other first and seize the only chance of survival.
But they were all slapped in the face.
At that moment, their minds went blank, and then what did they think of?
The Demon King seemed to flash back to the scene of his first meeting with Qingqu ten years ago.
After twenty years of fruitless searches for the Blue Phoenix, the Demon King had to consider the future of the Phoenix Clan and the increasing demonic behavior over time, so it was urgent to train a new successor.
But the Demon Queen was not happy. Qing Huang occupied an irreplaceable position in her heart, and anyone standing in Qing Huang's position would make her feel annoyed.
Faced with the ten young children brought by the tribesmen, Qing Huang felt only endless sorrow and desolation in his heart.
Everyone is the same and no one can be compared.
The way the little boy looked at her was very similar to Qinghuang’s, clear and respectful, and he also loved to laugh like Qinghuang.
Then let it be him.
Qingqu is inferior to her Qinghuang in every way, and she has no patience for him.
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye, and the cute and innocent little boy died like this.
The Demon King was startled for a moment, and his murmurs disappeared into the cold air, "Qingqu..."
For once, the Demon King didn't think of anyone when he mentioned this name.
Just like when Qingqu was going to die, he didn’t consider the Demon King for the first time.
……
No one thinks of Ye Jinbai as Ye Lubai, but every member of the tribe uses her to remember her.
Ye Jinbai is like a walking tombstone, and that three-similar face is the most unforgettable epitaph.
Lu Cong is white tonight, and the moon is the hometown.
Ye Jinbai died, and a missing corner of the tombstone collapsed in front of the overgrown grave.
That's it.
The leader of the Spirit Snake Clan stared at Xu Junxiao in the picture, dark tides surging in her eyes. Compared to the grief over Ye Jinbai's death, she was more worried about another thing.
The mermaid chief and the black tiger chief were in a state of mixed grief and anger, crying bitterly, this was their favorite child!
In this widespread mourning, everyone has his own new grave, except for the low-level monsters like Yaozhi who turned sorrow into joy and became the biggest winner.
The guardian elder's pupils trembled violently, and he looked confused and bewildered.
The little prince whom he had taken such great pains to look after all the way was going to die?
He subconsciously took out three bottles of quick-acting heart-saving pills and stuffed them into his mouth.
But this time it did not cure his aching heart. Instead, it caused side effects. The guardian elder wiped his face and felt a handful of tears with his trembling hands.
The warm touch was so real, and the image of the little prince being engulfed by the storm was so vivid.
The guardian elder opened his mouth, but a sob choked his throat. He frowned and looked at Mo Huaizun, who had a cold expression and a knife in his hand with murderous intent, "Chief, Master Chu Yi... is he really dead?"
Mo Huaizun's calm eyes wavered, and before he could answer, two streams of light appeared from the horizon in an instant, accompanied by two cries of pain.
"Se Jue!"
“Taotao!”
The first middle-aged man with nebula patterns on his collar and cuffs is obviously the Lord of Astrology.
Another middle-aged woman whose clothes and temperament seemed like those of an ordinary person, her background could not be seen.
When I saw his cultivation level, oh my, he is in the Mahayana stage.
He is also a person who stands at the top of the strength.
A hermit? Or hiding his appearance?
But now everyone was busy crying at their own graves, and the other party was also crying, so they had no time to ask questions and were all staring at the changing mirror image.
At this moment, Zhu Jiu, Cangjie, and three hundred demon plants were standing in front of the "Demon King Palace" in Canglan. The storm surge below had swallowed up everyone. Even though Chu Yi and others tried their best to resist, they were swept away and disappeared without a trace.
Canglan Realm was empty, in a way that no one could have imagined.
When Cangjie saw this, he was already dying.
His life span has run out and his time has come.
The demon plants came up to him one after another to say goodbye, but they were not sad.
"You go first, we will be there soon." They knew that relying on Zhu Jiu to win here did not mean that they would not die when they went out.
Even Zhu Jiu was not immune.
After they finished talking, they left the last moments for the two of them.
After the storm comes the moonlight, the crescent moon is bright, the night sky is quiet, and the phantom sea is calm.
Cangjie sat in Zhu Jiu's arms, breathing weakly and his vision a little blurry.
He sighed and said, "It's a pity that it's not a full moon."
Unfortunately, I can only go so far.
He still lusted after her and didn't want to die.
Cangjie couldn't see Zhujiu's eyes, nor did he understand that her sadness was not for death.
Zhu Jiu smiled bitterly in his heart, if you knew that this is the best moon, you probably wouldn't regret it not being perfect.
Cangjie asked drowsily again: "Will you die?"
He felt that Zhu Jiu would be caught, but he was not sure if she had any other tricks up her sleeve.
"No." Zhu Jiu said.
Cangjie smiled weakly, his breath was very low.
Knew it.
Zhu Jiu pulled his lips and said, "What's that expression? Do you really want me to die?"
"think."
"I want to go to the ends of the earth with you, I want to have you all the time, I want you to die with me."
"…But, when I think about your death, I feel really sorry for this world."
"You can't die, Jiujiu."
"You have to live well. You have a very long future ahead of you."
"You still have a lot of scenery." But I am not in the scenery.
Cangjie simply didn’t believe that someone like Zhu Jiu would be an evil cultivator who wanted to massacre a city. She was so kind and gentle.
impossible.
Cangjie would pause after each sentence and speak in a continuous and intermittent manner. Each sentence was complete, as if he was gathering strength to express the next sentence without making a fool of himself.
Just like the person he is.
Zhu Jiu's eyes were slightly wet, and he swallowed the bitterness and said, "What if I have been lying to you all along?"
Cang Jie was silent for a long time. When the wind died down, he said vaguely, "Then I'll keep lying. I hope I can stay drunk forever and never wake up."
A tear fell from Zhu Jiu's scarlet eyes, and he said in a suppressed voice: "I like Fengwu flowers, please give me another one."
The last one.
This last word always appears on the most ordinary days.
It never lives up to its promise.
Just like at this moment, the person who was running out of energy died after only opening half of the cigarette.
Zhu Jiu looked up at the vast night sky. The star god in her soul was weak and sleeping. She could not hear anything, but only felt that the road was long and the journey was vast.