Chapter 778

"Why do I want to destroy the Xuanyuan family? You all know that they killed my mother, hurt my wife, and offended my people. You all know that. But... You still sent me to Tianxing Pavilion by yourself."

Gu's mood seems to be out of control

"Three hundred years ago, if I hadn't leaped to the next level, I might have been slapped to death by the chief justice. Now, I'm dead, and you may be sad, shed two tears, and then forget."

"Mo'er, don't say that." Emperor Zun interrupted him.

On weekdays, Mo'er is always calm, and his happiness and anger are invisible.

But he didn't expect that there were so many words in Mo'er's heart.

Everything is his fault.

Gu Mian Mo's lips were wry with a smile, but his eyes were red: "master, for more than a thousand years, Mo'er has respected you, loved you, and regarded you as a close relative. Under the protection of master, this divine world has been prosperous and peaceful for thousands of years. However, his wife and children can only survive and never see the light forever."

In words, they are all hopeless.

"Master, I used to ask for nothing and want nothing. Later, I found that only when I became more and more powerful can I protect everything I want to protect. Now, when I am at a high place, I know that I have nothing."

Those who believe in him, those who rebel against him, those who kiss him, those who abandon him, those who hurt him, those who love him, and those who forget him.

"If you only think that I am a little apprentice on the spur of the moment, or just a seal for just in case, then you only think that what I say today is false."

His eyes, stained with a faint blush, self mocked smile: "a tool, it does not need what seven emotions and six desires, because it is destined to be born for the mission."

Born for mission, die for mission.

What qualifications does he have to ask for more?

"Mohr." Emperor Zun said, "in my heart, you have never been a tool."

"I just want to ask master one question." Gu Mian's ink raised his eyes slightly, and the pool like ink eyes were full of emptiness. "If today, I didn't know by chance, would master never say? Until I incarnate seal, body back to chaos, is an eternal secret

"Don't think much, Mo'er." Emperor Zun sighed a little, and then said, "it's your father who has wronged you. What you have lost, in the future, even if your father is poor, he will compensate you a hundred times and a thousand times!"

In the same way, his heart is pricked.

Remorse and uneasiness come to my heart.

Compensation?

Pain for thousands of years, is an understatement of compensation, can be satisfactory?

He didn't hate his father, he only hated his own frivolity.

It was his delusion.

Ice lips gently hook, his voice is as empty as a pool of water, very pleasant to hear, but very sad:

"Never gain, never lose."

Light eight words, indifferent and lonely, light floating, but heavy as iron.

Words fall, white light brush sleeve, turned into the inner hall, every step, is a quiet resolution.

Although it is silent, it has already burst into feathers and collapsed, and all thoughts are empty.

Turn around that instant, a bear tears from the corner of his eyes dripping, more red withered eyes.

Born alone, since then, alone.

It's cold and biting.

"Mo Er..."

"Emperor, please go back."

Gu mianmo raised his hand, and the door of the hall closed lightly, but it fell on his heart like a heavy blow.

Emperor Zun's steps stopped in front of the door of the hall, looking at the closed door with empty eyes, as if looking through the autumn water, dejected.

If he did it all over again, he would not care so much.

What about Wan shichangping and he qinghaiyan? He only wants to be a little bit safe and have a pair in his life.

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Day, night, the replacement of a few samsara, and glass pavilion, calm as usual.

Across the window, under the light rain, hazy sound rustle reverberates in the ear.

It's cold.

Outside the bedroom hall, the two envoys looked at each other, and finally retreated. They turned around and ran into Fengxi.

"Fengxi, Dharma protector!"

The two envoys bowed down in a hurry.

Phoenix Xi droops Mou, saw eye in their hand grain silk didn't move of soup medicine, light ask a way: "God up he how?"

The envoy shook his head slightly and did not speak.

"He still won't take the medicine?"

"Yes."

Feng Xi's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her face was not sad.

For three days, God shut himself up in the bedroom for three days. No water came in, no one was seen, no one was spoken to, and no one was allowed to get close to him.

He was already injured, but even the imperial doctor was not allowed to come near him. He was so sick that he began to have a high fever this morning and he was unconscious. The divine envoy poured the soup twice and he vomited it out.

To what extent of despair, there will be no life.

He's desperate.

If it continues like this, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The atmosphere of the dormitory is covered with a layer of gray depression.

"Dharma protector, please think of a way." The voice of the God envoy was also a little anxious. "God has been in a coma for several hours. The high fever has not subsided, and the injury has been getting worse. If it goes on like this, my subordinates are worried..."

At this point, he did not dare to go on.

"I see." Feng Xi sighed and waved, "you go down first."

God's heart disease is too serious, how many ordinary medicines can cure it?

"Yes

After the divine envoy retreated, Fengxi's finger bones curled up tightly, his face worried, and his restless mood reached the extreme.

She gently pushed open the door of the bedroom hall. What she saw was silence and darkness.

The hall is spotless, and its furnishings are in good order. It's just empty. It's chilly when you face it.

Across the screen, the people on the couch lay in peace, haggard and pale as paper. Their thin ice lips were dyed red by blood, and their faces were still delicate, as if they were banished immortals.

It's like there's no desire, no desire, no life, no death, nothing.

Perhaps for him, death is the best relief.

Walking dead, or just increasing torture and injury.

Feng Xi's Lotus steps moved lightly, only to feel that she was surrounded by the boundless emptiness, as if she had fallen into a bottomless black hole.

Deja vu of the dark, deja vu of the silence, everything, as if personally experienced.

Unconsciously, tears fall down, can't help it.

"Xier." At this time, a soft voice came from behind.

Feng Xi suddenly turned his head: "ah Chen."

"Xier, what's the matter with you?" Jun Yi dust stretched out his hand, wiped the tears that wiped her canthus, the idea of distressed suddenly born, "how to cry?"

How can this girl be so sad for other men?

"Nothing." Feng Xi sighed, "it's just touching the scene. I remember that at the beginning, my parents died early, and I had to rely on others."

Hearing this, Jun Yichen's heart trembles.

It turned out that she was thinking of the past.