There are always villains who want to harm my master

Chapter 35 Nie Hai loves deeply and walks out of the illusion

Candle Dragon went crazy, and the white shadow's words lingered in his ears like a spell.

What happened to Chuanwu outside?What has she been through?Is it because the giant python in the deep water didn't die, and she couldn't resist it?still……

A person appeared in Zhulong's mind.

Lantern ghost.

When he first saw this prisoner who had been imprisoned by mortals for hundreds of years, he felt familiar, but he was just an ordinary deep-water fish, thousands of sea creatures, and thousands of lamp curtain ghosts, how could he be right? Do you have any impression of this lamp curtain ghost?

The more he thought about it, the more something went wrong, and the more something went wrong, the more he thought about it. A thunderbolt exploded, and he suddenly realized—this sea monster is not a serious lamp curtain ghost, he is obviously the son of the Lord Cangming!

what do you say that is? ...The memory is too long, the banquet I went to 3 years ago emerged from my mind little by little, and the faces of the guests became clearer little by little...

Xuan...Yuan?

No, not Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan was born gentle and gentle, and his actions were slow and cautious. Even if he wanted to blacken, his nature would be hard to change in a short period of time.

He is another son of the Lord Cangming, the Xuanji who was expelled from the sea due to his injustice!

On that auspicious day when the God of Cangming celebrated his birthday, Xuanji was brought out of the dark prison with shackles on his feet.

His face is somewhat similar to his elder brother Xuan Yuan's, but his stature is a bit short, with some rashes and boils all over his body, he bends his body and shrinks back wherever he goes.

Lord Cangming scolded angrily, quickly take this shameful thing down!

Shameful things, dark seabed, dirty heart...

Zhulong was almost sure of his intentions.

No matter what person or thing, as long as there is life and consciousness, as long as you breathe out, you will definitely have an idea of ​​resistance.

There must be, there is no complete failure, discouragement, being beaten down and unable to turn over, but there is no chance to turn over yet.

They are dormant, they are waiting for a chance to see the light of the sky.

Xuanji is the thing in this mud, but he hasn't been dormant long enough, he can't wait for the best opportunity, and as soon as he sees a little light of hope, he can't hold back anymore, revealing his ambition to stand up.

A layer of sweat broke out on his body, and after carefully reviewing the words of the lamp curtain ghost, he realized that it was completely full of loopholes.

It has only been a few hundred years since Zhentazhu was plundered to set Fengze, almost once in a hundred years. Where did the nine fires come from?How can he survive as a fish again and again?

The Golden Crow had been blind for a long time when the Jinlun Clan launched the battle to kill the gods, but Feng Yao was not yet full-fledged when he separated the Jinlun Clan, and did not dare to confront the Golden Crow head-on. Fighting against the Golden Crow in Fengze and gouging out its eyes?

——This was all a clumsy conspiracy, but he and Chuanwu foolishly put down their guard and believed it.

Zhulong subconsciously covered his left chest.

Under the layers of clothing, the hole of creation opened and closed, and the stars were dotted.His mind...has already begun to melt into chaos?

The hand covering the heartless left chest trembled slightly, which was hardly noticeable.In the past, when he thought of death, of returning to chaos, turning into emptiness, he only had peace in his heart.

He has no heart, no attachments, no fear of death.Even if he had a heart, he didn't know where to put that strange heart.

But!But now he actually hoped that chaos would come more slowly and death would come more slowly.He can't accept that he, who was once wise and courageous and unparalleled in the world, is losing his mind step by step. He can't accept that he has become fragile and needs the protection of others. Some reluctantly.

When he longed for power the most, it started to lose power instead.

——He actually has some nostalgia for this boring world he has been in for trillions of years!

Zhulong, didn't you hate the boring mission of protecting the world that Daewoo sent you?Don't you want to get rid of it earlier?
What are you yearning for?
He didn't know, he never could see his own heart clearly, otherwise he wouldn't get lost in a blank state of mind.

Lost... Lost... It was she who brought him to this wonderful world full of flowers, it was her...

The barrier of consciousness has been loosened, and the place where the spirit lock nail was smashed has miraculously begun to heal——

He is not old or dead, self-healing is just the difference between fast and slow, long and short.

The white shadow disappeared, Xuanji's rampant laughter gradually came from far away, his skin only felt sticky and cold, and his eyelids were heavy...

Slowly opened, a ray of light leaked in.The memory still remained in Shenshuidi, and a few frames of blurred and broken memories flashed in his mind.

Oolong Jie sensed the recovery of the main body, and became active like a duck in water.

My heart shouted: "Oolong!"

After receiving the order, Wulong Jie jumped out excitedly, soaring high like fireworks, and exploded viciously in Xuanji's seven orifices.

He woke up groggy, the clothes made him irritated, he looked down and found that they were all stained, wet and clinging to his flesh.

Chuanwu is so small, he never thought she was so small, curled up like a kitten, only a little bigger, like an immature child, sleeping at his feet forever, with a shocking big bloody spot on her neck The mouth was still gurgling blood gushing out.

Angry flames radiated from the ears and cheeks from the inside out, and the dirty poisonous mucus hit him, making him even more angry.

Who dares to hurt him?
Is it true that he just sits and waits to die without any strength?
Zhulong hadn't been this angry for a long time, and his empty heart erupted with unprecedented anger. This was the anger of the Lord God of heaven and earth!He wants to shed blood, he wants to kill, he wants to destroy the world!

But the remaining rationality made him cool down, he couldn't, he was a mountain god, not a simple free candle dragon, besides...

Zhulong looked down at the lonely and helpless little mountain spirit at his feet, and his heart suddenly softened.

Destroy the world, where will she go?
Since it's impossible for this world to be buried with her, then it's okay to avenge her!
Xuanji thinks that his actions are impeccable, he will be the mountain god immediately, he never thought that his plan would be seen through, let alone that the little mountain spirit would kill himself with a sword.

He thought of a thousand ways to die, to die in a dark prison, to be tortured to death by his father, to be revenged by his elder brother, to be murdered by his comrades, or to be betrayed by his allies...

But he couldn't think that his death was so tragic.

Grandfather's white soul returned to the altar, Candle Dragon leaned against the side of the altar, a mortal woman with some magic power, a mountain god Candle Dragon looking down on the world, one who was betrayed to death by a loved one, and one who held her in her arms. The lover's corpse is alive alone, and the two lonely people are relatively speechless.

"You...love her?" The granddaughter's soul landed beside Chuan Wu, pointing to his intertwined hands with hers, and asked softly.

Zhulong didn't answer, and didn't know how to answer.

love?It should be in love, but it should not be in love...

"Aren't you going to save her?"

Granddaughter's voice was hollow.

"Save?" Zhulong laughed at himself, "I'm so incapable that I can't even protect her, what can I do to save her?"

The surroundings fell into silence again. In the past, he hated the noise of others, but now he felt that the silence here was terrifying.

Before the Golden Crow was able to wait, the sun gradually set by itself.

Before the last ray of light was collected by the setting sun, the dilapidated gate of the pagoda was knocked open.

"Granddaughter! This... this..."

The unkempt patriarch rushed in in a panic, the crutches that used to show off his might were broken on one side, and the two Yakshas on the left and right were also missing.

The stone statue that almost killed Zhulong and Chuanwu was carried in staggeringly, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The two on the left and right were not doing well, so they were glared at by the old patriarch, and hurried forward to straighten the stone statue.

He knew early on that his granddaughter had recovered, and the people in the tower risked their lives to come out to report the news, and turned around and became the food of their former "neighborhood".

But who would dare to come out? The blessing that was supposed to come suddenly turned into a disaster, and the miasma was raging. Even his two Yashas who served around him were sucked dry by the miasma immediately. There are not many people left in Dingfengze !

Originally, there was little hope of waking up the granddaughter, so they chose another way. They wanted to draw their swords and cut off the head of the ancestor to make the flood recede. However, the history books have been tampered with. Who can be sure that the beheading of the ancestor was not the beginning of another disaster?

Now that the granddaughter has been revived and the sword is drawn, they just realized that they were used as guns by the mysterious man and the lamp curtain ghost. Zhulong's curse was right, they really are fools, they are not worthy of others' life to save them.

There is miasma under the sword, there are no good spirits, and the beads of the town tower are not for the town tower, but the mysterious people have other plans. They are sorry for the clanging skulls on the tower.

Now they don't expect the flood to recede and their children and grandchildren to be safe. They only hope that their sins can be cleared up in their generation, so that more people will not be involved in the disaster. If they are lucky enough to survive, they will be grateful.

The stone statue of Xiannan is already an ordinary stone statue, and there is no special meaning given to him by the legend.

This is just the skeleton of a heartless man.

They didn't know how to deal with it properly, so they simply had sex with Zhulong and granddaughter, it would be much easier to throw this problem out.

Looking at the stone statue, the granddaughter's spirit was startled for a moment, drifting faintly towards the stone statue, and circled around the stone statue two or three times.

Zhulong remained silent, acquiescing to let her deal with the last relics of former lovers and enemies.

In the past, the love was so deep that she could guard Yunlu for him for decades. Youth flew by, and she thought love would never die.

Lover or enemy, it doesn't seem to make much sense at this moment, he is already dead, and in the most comfortable way of death, he will leave a stone statue for his descendants who are full of sins to look up to.

He really had a good plan even in death.

There was a slight fluctuation in the granddaughter's calm, almost numb eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips.

Of course it would be a lie to say no hate!

Needless to say, only a few hundred years have passed, even if thousands of years have passed, the crimes he committed, his betrayal and pursuit are still vivid in her memory and will never be forgotten.

"I want him to be reduced to ashes."

The granddaughter uttered a sentence coldly, biting each word very clearly.

"Ah... yes..."

The patriarch is respectful in front of the ancestors, the granddaughter is the one who has been let down, this behavior is justifiable, and no one dares to talk too much.

The two disabled villagers were about to turn around and move back to the stone statue when they suddenly cried out:
"The stone statue is cracked! The stone statue is alive!"

I don't know when the face of the stone statue started to peel off. First, trivial scum fell off, and then peeled off piece by piece, and finally it was completely cracked——

A living person, Xiannan, stood in front of everyone with tears streaming down his face.

Everyone present gasped, their lips trembled, and they dared not say a word.

"Grandma!"

The first man made a tentative sound timidly.Granddaughter turned a deaf ear and remained indifferent.

"Forgive me! I know I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

The father's emotions completely broke down, and his burly body knelt down at the feet of his grandfather like a mountain to repent.

Granddaughter's heart is completely cold, she has no hope, and the confession at this moment is nothing more than a fart to her.

"Granddaughter! You can do anything to me! I'm not human! I deserve to die! Please look at our Yunlu, our descendants, please show mercy and let them go!" Xiannan begged on his knees.

"I turned into a stone statue, but I was not completely ignorant. I watched our children and grandchildren suffer from life and death at the bottom of the water and killed each other. I saw the Yunlu we managed was destroyed. My heart aches!"

The old man burst into tears: "I shouldn't! I shouldn't have betrayed you! I shouldn't have done those things that have no conscience..."

"Our Yunlu"?
He really has the face to say such disgusting things.

He didn’t think of our Yunlu when he slaughtered her compatriots, he didn’t think of our Yunlu when he chased her away for fun, he didn’t think of our Yunlu when he killed his children, sealed under the water Hundreds of years, lonely and fed up, only to think of "our Yunlu"?

The granddaughter ignored her father's pleading. What he said today is of no use to the living, and even more useless to the dead.

"I will give you my life, please disperse the flood and give them a way out!" The late man grabbed the corner of his grandfather's clothes.

"Do you still think that I initiated the flood?"

Granddaughter tightened her throat, and said slowly.

Xiannan was stunned... Isn't he?She hated him, and the flood filled the clouds and land overnight, which caused the tragedy of life and death for the next few hundred years.

The granddaughter sneered again, raised her thin arms, a faint light radiated from the palm of her hand, and a phantom appeared in front of everyone.

The sky is full of stars, and Yunlu sings and dances.A black spot was moving slowly on the empty duckweed, dragging a long trail behind it.

The night her granddaughter was expelled, all her relatives died, and she was abandoned to wander on the duckweed alone.The whole Yunlu was brightly lit to celebrate the Xiannan faction winning the domination of Yunlu.

The resentment of the dead is like a will-o'-the-wisp in the cold night, a huge long black shadow is attracted by the resentment, and slowly swims along the long river into the inner city of Yunlu...

The triumphant song of victory flutters in the sky above Yunlu, and the people in the carnival don't know that the danger is quietly approaching.

Suddenly, a green-skinned constrictor sprang out of the phantom, and a white figure flickered in its bloody mouth.

The phantom drew closer, and the white shadow turned out to be the granddaughter!

The granddaughter who was far away from the crowd was the first to discover the change in Yunlu. She hated these cruel people so much, and how she hoped that these people would be buried with her dead children and relatives.

　So sleepy, it is one o'clock in the morning on April 2023, 4, and the bald girl does not sleep

　　
　
(End of this chapter)