blood sacrifice

"Do you know...the one who was with you last night... was me..." Xiao smiled wryly: What did I do wrong?I was deprived of the power that should belong to me since I was born, and I lived in the world timidly. Even when I finally met someone who was willing to love me and I loved me, I still gave up on myself for the same person without hesitation. Disdain and abandon it like nothing!

Hearing this, Mo Zun's figure was shocked, and his blue eyes seemed to be bleak and chilling as if they could form ice balls.

"So what?!" Mozun sneered, "All I see in my eyes and heart is Rong Ye alone! You, huh, are just an unexpected stumbling block."

If it weren't for you, maybe there wouldn't be so many incomprehensions and misunderstandings between us, maybe I would be able to realize my feelings earlier, maybe that sword wouldn't happen, maybe...he is still with me at this moment around...

The big hands hanging in the sleeves clenched tightly into fists, the knuckles were pinched blue and white, and the deep nails left a bloody mess on the palm. The Demon Lord tried his best to endure it, calm himself down, and don't fall into Xiao's scheme .

And Xiao sneered at the side: "Stumbling block? Oh, yes, you should be mine, but you were blinded by that stumbling block. Don't worry, I will give you a chance to turn back, and I will let you find your right again. My love...or maybe I will make you regret that the other party didn't kill me right away..."

"I'm really curious, is this love that was built on my pain and humiliation, trampled on all my self-esteem and pride, as well as the hope of happiness in the end, whether Rong Ye is blessed to endure it!!"

Hearing this, the magic power surged violently and became unrestrained, and Xiao was instantly turned into smoke when he was unable to resist.

Looking at the instantly dissipated curl of smoke, Mozun narrowed his eyes dangerously, his eyes filled with gloom: "The technique of illusion..."

The demon king rushed out of the door, galloping all the way to the god camp.

Seeing the hurried back of Mozun running out suddenly, the six people were puzzled and puzzled, but they hurriedly followed without hesitation.

In the camp of the Protoss in the Elf Realm, there were many rumors about the true and false God of War. Even if the one who was injured was not the rumored God of War, the spiritual pillar of the Protoss, the sixth archangel, Xiao, at least the seventh archangel, an imposing archangel was so powerless to fight back One of them was slashed under the sword by the Demon Lord, and even if the other five archangels united and tried their best, they could not achieve an equal share with the Demon Lord.

The battle situation in front of the demon army in the past few days is vivid, and the gods can't help but panic. No matter how desperate they are, they are arrogant and arrogant, but at this moment they can't stand up and harden their bones.

The five archangels were very busy with this. While they had to appease the impetuousness of the Protoss and eliminate the message, they had to bear the serious injuries caused by the battle with the demon king and the exhaustion of their physical strength caused by forcibly performing the annihilation formation. The moment they learned that Rong Ye had finally woken up, the tired faces of the five showed rare relief and relief.

Rong Ye leaned on the wall and stood up with difficulty, wanting to breathe, wanting to see the sky outside at the alternation of morning and evening, and wanting to send off the sixth brother who was about to leave with Mozun.

Standing in front of the door, pointing at the love sword with one hand to stabilize himself, the other hand gathered the skirt of the clothes that was blown away by the wind.Slowly pacing in front of the door, quietly waiting for Xiao.

A snow-white and spotless white dress flutters in the wind, as if a banished immortal who is about to become a fairy has strayed into the rolling world of mortals, but it does not stick to the dust.

There was a strange tinge of red on the pale almost transparent face, and the bloodless lips were as pale as paper, but the green eyes were still moving, even without the sharp and vivid light of the past, the cold fragrance was still slightly elegant It's refreshing, even if it's so sad and lonely.

Even if you really lost everything, you can't let anyone know, at least you can't let that person know... At least you have to smile in front of him in a chic and calm way... Even if you are dying, you want to keep this almost worthless pride and self respect!

Even if no one knows, at least he understands that he is also an archangel residing in one side of the overlord, the true God of War...

And the moment Mozun rushed over, he saw that his back was indeed facing him, holding a long sword in front of the door, a bleak and chilling familiar figure, the sword was sharp, fierce and sharp.

Nerves that had been tense all the time suddenly swelled and became stiff, with a heart hanging in his throat, watching the man Mozun who was about to push the door to enter, his eyes were almost cracked, and he stepped forward in three steps at a time and violently Grabbing it, the only thought in my heart was to hope that there was still time: "What about others?!"

Heh, it's indeed a differential treatment. It's really like not seeing each other every day, but it's only been a while since you've come looking for someone so aggressively. Sure enough, your tenderness is only for Sixth Brother...

Rong Ye lowered his head, making his expression invisible, but the self-deprecating wry smile on the corners of his lips turned into a mocking sneer in Mozun's eyes.

The Mozun only felt that the blood was flowing backwards all over his body, and even his hands and feet were abnormally cold. In his throat, there was a frantic killing that was about to erupt: "I'll ask you again! What about others!!"

Rong Ye lowered his head and did not answer.

Even though everyone regards him as a god, he is not a saint after all. Seven emotions and six desires.

He can also love, hate, hurt, sad, and despair!Why has no one ever asked him what he thought? !

He has seen enough of that kind of bloody and killing. Maybe some people envy his strength, but he would rather use all his status and strength to exchange for a life of mediocrity!

Why doesn't he want to be like Sixth Brother? Since he is also unknown and cannot be recognized by others, he would rather his hands are clean than a little bit of blood and killing!

With all the fantasies and innocence, I am waiting for the person who will appear who I don't know when, the person who is really willing to love and accompany me for the rest of my life, instead of being unspeakable like now!

Seeing the person I love and my brother stay and fly together, and I still happily smile and bless them, watch them leave, tell them to cherish, and then bear the debts for them, and die for them. live, what about himself?

Why can I only watch from the beginning to the end, even if I am hurt and hurt, I can only endure it, say it's okay, say forgive me, because everything is just a game set up by Mozun and Sixth Brother for the purpose of staying together and flying together!

The whole world is in their applause, and the fate of the two gods and demons is also the same. I am just an insignificant moment, but I lose my mind and body...

To show up when you need it, to leave wisely when you don’t need it, from the beginning to the end, no one cares about his feelings, his thoughts, whether he is willing, whether he will be hurt, whether he will be hurt...

He has also hated, resented, and cursed, hated the ruthlessness of the Demon Lord, resented the use of the sixth brother, and even cursed the injustice of fate. He would rather lose his power than himself, even if he could not get this fruitless love , at least it won't increase the pain of this dumb man who has trouble opening his mouth after eating Coptis chinensis!

But he can't really hate, resent, or curse. The Mozun's unfeeling towards him is nothing more than his devotion to Sixth Brother, his attachment to true love, how can he hate it? !

The sixth brother's use is nothing more than the longing for love and longing for happiness. He is a mortal with seven emotions and six desires, so is the sixth brother... They are in love with each other, and they can do nothing for each other, so how can he complain? !

As for fate, it is even more out of reach, invisible and intangible. It is really because of my insignificance and incompetence that I cannot get what I want and cannot be perfect, so I pin all my resentment and dissatisfaction on this remote In the end, the cause of everything is nothing more than self-cultivation and self-disgrace...

If he hadn't been self-righteous to meddle in other people's business back then, if he had hated that person's humiliation from beginning to end and hadn't lost his heart because of a little bit of false warmth, how could he have ended up where he is today...

After all, he still had nothing to say from beginning to end...

Even if he loves, even if it hurts, even if he is hurt, he still has to say goodbye with a smile, say forgiveness with a smile, and bless the one he loves and his twin brother, forever and forever...

Seeing that Rong Ye kept her head down without making a sound, covered by her long silver-white hair, she couldn't see the expression in her eyes, and her self-deprecating helplessness was always misunderstood as a mocking sneer, and her whole body became more and more cold because of self-abandonment The desolate aura was interpreted as chilling and bleak, the demon lord's blue pupils tightened, and his eyes glowed red.

"I said before, whoever dares to touch me, even if it is destiny, I will defy the sky and change the fate!" The deep and cold words were squeezed out from between the teeth one by one.

After finishing speaking, the long sword was unsheathed, and the edge flowed, the blue light was shining, cold and sharp.

The sharp edge of the sword made the blood on the broken flesh seem to freeze in an instant, and there was no trace of blood, and even the blood on the blade was not sticky.

With a flick of the long sword, a shock, it was spotless, and the palms of the palms were folded downwards, and the five fingers were grasped fiercely in the air. The sharp long sword with a faint blue body vibrated fiercely in the palm of the hand, making a buzzing sound, and then turned into a Little magic particles disappeared.

The sword is retracted cleanly.

Rong Ye dully stretched out his hand to caress the neck that only felt slightly cool, it was warm and slippery within reach, and there were large patches of bright red, his breathing was stagnant, and he wanted to speak, but because his throat was cut, he could only make a few moist sounds. The blood bubbles burst loudly, and he didn't even have room to resist!

It turns out that you are so disgusted by my existence that you can't get rid of it? ...

A sword pierces the heart, a sword seals the throat, and every move is a deadly hand... But I have never guarded against you... From the beginning to the end, I have never even had doubts...