My wife is horrible

Here, the only time you can go out is at night.

Qingshui survived, perhaps because of his extremely special physique and strong recovery ability, or perhaps it was his desire for life that allowed him to overcome death.

In short, Qingshui became a member of the tribe called Black Sun.

He changed his name to Qingshui.

Because in the hot Western Regions, his favorite thing is water.

No, it can also be said that everyone here likes water.

In the dry Western Regions, water is a real lifesaver.

During the day, it is time for the Black Sun Tribe to sleep.

They live under the earth, and only here can they be shielded from the terrifying rays of the sun.

Qingshui doesn't like such places.

He used to be a prince of a small country outside the Western Regions, but he was defeated and fled to the Western Regions because of a coup.

In the end, he almost died under the sun.

He despised this primitive life.

But this is the Western Regions, and he is not the high and mighty prince.

And in the entire Black Sun Tribe, there was only one person he didn't hate.

That person was the spirit who picked him up.

She was a very quiet girl. She was always alone in the entire tribe that hated her. When eating, she would wait until others had finished eating before picking up their leftovers. When they were having activities and playing, she would always sit alone and watch them play quietly.

She never speaks and has a very quiet personality.

Qingshui thought she was special.

This feeling came from the heart. At the moment when he was almost killed by the sun, he also felt something different.

It's a very strange energy.

It was precisely because of this energy that he felt as if he had become another species.

He didn't know that he had actually died a long time ago at this moment. It was only because of his own obsession and the fact that he was contaminated with some of the spirit's aura when he came into contact with her that he came back to life and became a being that set foot in the spirit realm.

Such beings are also called practitioners in the Western Regions.

In this way, Qingshui settled down in the tribe. He was very smart and good at using his wisdom. At the same time, he also figured out ways to practice.

During a hunting activity, he killed a huge leopard with his own hands, and he became a warrior of the entire Black Sun tribe.

But as his status and position improved, he found that spirits became more and more reluctant to approach him.

She seemed to dislike the smell of her own body, and no matter how I tried to please her, she would choose to stay away.

This made Qingshui feel painful.

Obviously, he did all that just to create a good environment for Ling. He didn't want others to hate Ling, and he wanted to protect Ling.

But the result was that except for the first time she rescued him and brought him back to the tribe, they never had any contact again.

All the other girls in the tribe were eager to marry this handsome and powerful man, but Ling was the only one who didn't like her.

She always stayed on the fringes of the entire tribe.

That feeling...as if she might leave here at any time.

Qingshui would never allow such a thing to happen.

He began to wait.

Ling is just a little girl in her teens. He is waiting for her to grow up. When she is old enough to get married, he will forcibly take her and make her his wife.

And during the time she was growing up, he would become the leader of Black Sun.

however…

But the disaster happened.

The sun sets...

Arrows broke through the sky in the east and shot down nine suns. The suns fell in the Western Region and turned the entire Western Region into a land of magma.

Everyone was wailing.

In the face of such a horrific natural disaster, all living things will be reduced to ashes.

The same is true for the Black Sun Tribe.

Even if they hid in the dark underground, even if they stored a lot of food.

But in front of the sun falling like a meteorite, there is only one ending.

At the last moment, Qingshui, who had already mastered the spiritual body, had time to react.

He used up all his spiritual power to wrap Ling's body, and then personally welcomed the fire of the dead sun.

In the end, they survived, but others died.

The world turned to ashes, and they walked out of the ashes, but Qingshui at this moment did not feel sad.

Because he saved the soul.

As long as there is a spirit, he is not alone.

But the fire of the dead sun was not so easy to bear. Even though he had become a powerful spiritual god, he still endured the horrible burning pain every moment.

This pain is not just physical, but also spiritual.

At this time, Ling suddenly wanted to talk to him.

And the first thing she said to him was: "I can bear these flames."

Qingshui refused. He couldn't let Ling bear the horrific fire of the dead sun on his behalf. However, the long-term burning caused his sanity to gradually disintegrate, and the constant struggle caused his soul to begin to twist.

Finally he found another way.

The art of limb transfer allows one's soul to mutate so that it can withstand more flames.

He found the holy land in the Western Regions at that time, the place that was not affected by the Death Sun Flame.

There are still many tribes here.

He joined one of the tribes with his spirit, and then began his inhumane limb-transplanting technique.

Tear apart other people's bodies, connect the limbs to your own body, let your soul flow into them, and enhance the soul's ability to withstand.

In the end, he became a monster with countless arms and lost his human nature.

Human emotions are very strange things. They can make people become strange and lose their true selves.

So after Qingshui lost control, the first thing he did was to find Ling and ask to give her his flame.

This is not a gift, but a malice.

Even if a spirit could endure the fire of the dead sun, it would still feel the same pain as him.

But he had lost his nature and turned into a terrible monster.

The Qingshui who once loved Ling deeply, has become a different monster as the limb-transfer technique has become increasingly distorted, and his soul has become mottled and twisted.

He has the wisdom of Qingshui, but has also lost Qingshui's emotions.

In response to his request, Ling said the second sentence for him: "Okay."

So, the spirit became the carrier of the flame, and just as she said, the spirit could carry this horrible flame that could burn everything.

He began to regret, not that he had given the fire to Ling, but why he had not done it earlier.

He felt that his past self was so stupid and that emotions were the most useless waste.

Afterwards, in order to obtain stronger limbs, he offered his spirit to the most powerful practitioner in the holy land.

From then on, the disaster in the Western Regions and the fire of dead sun dissipated.

And Ling became an ancient monster sealed in the holy land forever.

Qingshui, on the other hand, started another plan.

Tick ​​tock…

Tick ​​tock…

Su Wu suddenly felt a little cold on his forehead. The cold liquid dripping made his brain clear instantly.

Look away.

This is a dark room.

It looked very familiar. It was the room where he had met Xiao Ling in the world in the painting before.

At this moment, he felt very tight, as if he was restrained by something.

"You're awake..." Taoist Qingshui's voice sounded. Su Wu looked over and saw Taoist Qingshui lying on the side of an ice coffin with a dazed expression.

And in the ice coffin.

Su Wu saw a beautiful and familiar face.

It’s Xiao Ling.

This is the sixth underground floor of the Heritage Building, and also where Xiao Ling's corpse is located.

No one knew how much time had passed, but Xiao Ling's corpse still looked lifelike, as if he had just died.

At this moment, Su Wu suddenly felt a little headache.

"Don't be nervous. I just gave you all the emotions in my mind." Qingshui spoke, his eyes fixed on the beautiful figure in the crystal coffin.

"She's still the same as before, just much prettier. I still like the little girl with messy hair who was hated by everyone."

"It's a pity that there's no going back." He sighed, his expression a little dazed.

"What are you going to do?" Su Wu stared at him.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you right away." Taoist Qingshui said.

He looked at Su Wu: "Humans are very strange creatures. I thought I had lost my human nature and would become a terrifying monster, or even a god from the Western Regions."

"But in the end, I found myself still the same person I once was. Although I had power, I also lost everything."

He shook his head: "Next, I will wake her up."

She, of course, refers to Xiao Ling.

A sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

"Those people thought they had killed her, but in fact, they didn't know that it was just a trick I created. How could a powerful air-sounding creature be killed by a weak human?"

"But I didn't expect that Ling would be willing to choose death and let the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva become the god guarding the sixth floor."

“I originally thought that I would have to wait for some time before I could defeat the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva, but I didn’t expect that you, Su Wu, could receive the protection of the spirit to that extent.”

"So I want to thank you."

"But in the meantime, I'm going to use you to revive the spirits."

Chapter 186 Imprisonment

The body was lying in the cold coffin, with Xiao Ling's body next to it.

At this moment, Su Wu seemed to be able to feel Qingshui's madness.

His body, which was full of limbs, kept twisting, but his eyes were more gentle than ever before.

In front of such a madman, he was like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"How to wake him up?" he asked.

"It's very simple..." Qingshui smiled at him.

He suddenly raised one of his hands, and Su Wu could see that he was holding a sharp dagger in his hand.

then!

call!