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Zhong Xuanhao was forced to experience the same treatment again.

However, Zhong Ming knew that this was something he had to experience. Although he didn't want to stand in the perspective of onlookers again and again, Zhong Ming also had to stand up like this. If he wanted to go out, if he wanted to get water chestnut grass, if he wanted to get out of the tower alive, he had to experience it again, just like the last time in Xuanhao's divine consciousness Watching Xuanhao's pain and helplessness.

But now he has no way to change. In this experience, he felt that he had no right to take the initiative. He was completely led by the master of the city. Zhong Ming narrowed her narrow Danfeng eyes, and her heart was filled with fire again. However, he should be pulled into a magic array by the lion, or a fantasy constructed by him. What he saw should also be what happened.

Zhong Ming held his mind again. He had a premonition that the next story would never be satisfactory. Otherwise, there would not be such a desolate underground city.

Zhong Ming is expected to be good.

The man with long hair was a fallen god in the sky. His divinity was deprived, but his magic power was still there. His nature is wanton and arrogant. Although he is not reckless, it is not unreasonable to use the word arbitrarily in his body. At that time, he was proficient in mechanical access, from small bracelets to the overall layout of the country, all of which were reflected in his mind. He was born with an unusual sensitivity to structure and loved it. But as a king of gods, he did not perform his duties. His position was just to manage the small documents, which he did not despise. The job was dispensable to him, but the wonder was that he was born with extraordinary appearance and such amazing talent that he was soon coveted or excluded by the gods.

His hobby threatened the God in power who was in charge of his duties. He never liked to unite with other gods. He had better be alone and cold-blooded. Finally, he was deprived of his divinity by the God who was in charge of creation and united with other gods. However, God not only gave him extraordinary appearance, top talent, but also gave him excellent military value. What the king of gods will never forget is that he was covered in white with blood, and forced to smash their net in the encirclement and suppression of the gods. Finally, he dragged his sword and fell into the earth in a bloody suit.

The back is aloof, aloof, desolate, the delicate neck reveals a trace of vulnerability, but the whole body is a savage killing intention and towering evil.

Since then, he has fallen into a trance. No one can subdue him, and no one dares to give him a Godhead again. He was completely reduced to earth.

His past was heard in his mouth by the bell. From beginning to end, he did not say his name, nor did he explain the specific things of the divine world. It was only when he felt something of his kind that he suddenly got interested in describing his past.

Wu didn't know that he had committed heinous crimes, but from his massacre in that forest, we could see that human beings were abnormal.

Since he fell into the mortal world, he has killed most of the gods. Although the gods will have their own way of rebirth, he really paralyzed the divine world for a whole year. In other words, he has been wandering in the world for a whole hundred years, constantly circulating among killing, healing and wandering.

After the battle of the gods, his body was no longer able to recover to its original appearance. All over his body were scars of various kinds, which he did not want or could not eliminate. These scars are the world's warning to him and the world's last kindness to him.

At the beginning, he did not know that he was not allowed to exist by the law of heaven. But later, because his talent was too against the heaven, his creativity would even threaten the way of heaven. He often felt the existence of laws, and even later he had faintly felt the laws of some laws. In this way, he often encountered obstacles in his later cultivation, as well as inexplicably forced to be suppressed not to be promoted, and forced to encounter bottlenecks.

He didn't want to fight for anything. For hundreds of years, he was idle and did not ask about the affairs of the world. He did not communicate with the gods or the outside world. He did not practice or create.

However, he was eventually forced to such a desperate situation.

They all said that the way of heaven is not benevolent and takes all things as cud dogs. He thinks this is very right. He never felt that he was unfortunate, even if he was born extraordinary. He thought that he was loved by the way of heaven. However, it was such a reversal of fate.

He really lost almost half of his time in a hundred years. He paralyzed himself in killing, looked at his scars after healing, and often fell into meditation. Since the way of heaven doesn't want to create something that threatens him, why should he exist?

When Zhong Ming looked at the man saying these words, what twinkled in his eyes was not hatred or resentment, but a helpless pain.

Zhong Ming doesn't understand very much. It seems that Mou Zi is still pure and good. Why is there such a fierce and vicious massacre?

Wu also has this question. It has never felt good in this world. The extreme evil makes him cruel and cruel, cold and selfish. He experienced all the evils in the world once again, concentrated all the ugly darkness in this world, and his heart was dyed black. He thought that such a person would never be a good person in his heart. However, he gave himself the first warmth in the world, and he did not expect that he would sink into it, and he had formed a lifelong fetter with him. He thought that he was already a hard hearted man, but unexpectedly, there appeared a kindred like him, who could not refuse the collision and resonance of his soul. The two of them, born with a contract, are destined to become a pair of rebellious forces against the world.Their communication is not friendly, but constant friction, constant fighting and killing each other.

But Wu and the man with long hair were equal in the end, until two ferocious fellows ground the sharp claws of each other, and they made a blood contract.

This is different from the blood contract between Zhong Ming and Xuanhao, but a true and true contract, which is dedicated to each other from soul to body and mind.

Wu is not a man of the divine world. Without any recognition of the divine world, he does not know what his real identity is from the beginning to the end. But just like Wu, the man with long hair does not know the origin of Wu from the beginning to the end.

Two wandering half a life, finally meet the same kind, build up their soul connection, that is a kind of from spirit to soul of belonging.

Zhong Ming relaxed a little at the moment, but he didn't know how long it could last.

Xuanhao is sitting lazily on the ground. He quietly keeps his casual sitting posture. He looks at the statue of the lion like fierce beast in front of him. It seems that he has no life. He is getting darker and darker and picking his eyebrows slightly.

What are the signs?

Xuanhao straightened his sitting posture a little, folded up his legs, and slowly straightened his body.

Is the bell going to wake up? That's great. Although he didn't wait for a long time outside, he was really bored. He looked at the bell in front of him quietly and looked at the lion, but he couldn't do anything about it. It was a bit boring indeed. But to his regret, the bell did not sound different, and even did not move.

However, the gold on the lion is becoming more and more dim. The brightness of a pair of eyes is gradually fading. In this space, the light of fire is particularly obvious.

Zhong Ming doesn't know what's going on in the outside world. He only knows that the situation he is seeing is very peaceful and peaceful. He can't see anything that can make them evolve into such a situation.

But in fact, Zhong Ming also has a vague guess in his heart. He knows how many murders these two people seem to have been forgotten by the way of heaven. The past of the two of them is an inexhaustible sea of blood, a pile of corpses, torn by the resentment of countless creatures, a broken half of life. They, can not be so clear light over this life, the cause of the past dust will have a fruit.

Zhong Ming looked at this matter with an absolutely tragic ending, but he still couldn't bear such a painful ending.

They are two villains abandoned by the world. They walk together in this world, wandering around with the world's full of malice, but nowhere is their shelter.

Whether it's human beings or animals or not, the idea that their hearts will be different seems to be the most unforgettable thing in the world. Their talent, their ability, their goodness, all have been drenched by the false stigma, no one can accommodate them, there is no place for them.

In the past hundred years, they were coveted because of men's beauty, or envied, rejected and suppressed because of their high accomplishments. In a word, in their life, God did not add any sugar, just put other seasonings.

They were forced to kill, and later the bad name gradually could not be washed off, and all the dirty water was poured on them, and they became the targets of mass attack.

It is said that the devil will come down from man to man unconsciously. Their everything is not accepted, gradually demonized, and even become the night in which babies stop crying.

The world tells them with humanity that they are not worthy to live in this world. The man's mind has been crazy, but he still has his own principles.

He never took the initiative to kill any living creature. All the creatures he killed were stupid things that killed him first. He did not care about other people's evaluation of his nothingness. Even the brothers who grew up with him could actively put him out of the world for fear that he would pose any threat to his brothers. He had long been used to the world.

However, what he can't stand is that he is misunderstood without doing anything. Although this and his grievance have been numb by the repetition again and again, it has left a profound brand in the bottom of his heart.

When he was removed from his divinity, he was doomed to the tragedy of his life. He had no friends, no throne, no relatives, no dependence. The most terrible thing was that he did not have the will to wake up all the time.

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