Su Xiaoluo's eyes turned to the Ancient King, not knowing what she would do with him. He hoped she could execute her so that she could be completely liberated!
"Mortal, since you are my descendant, I can give you the choice to exchange your soul for a chance of recovery at the cost of falling into the evil abyss forever!" Qin Shaoqing glanced at Zhang Xiaohou's "soul" and said calmly.
"I do!" Su Xiaoluo said without any thought, and his eyes were full of excitement.
"Xiao Luo, don't do it!" Zhang Xiaohou, who remained in the "soul" state, shouted loudly, but unfortunately, Su Xiaoluo couldn't hear anything.
Suddenly, a crisp finger snap echoed above the altar, and Su Xiaoluo's consciousness fell into darkness.
"Very good, I recognize you as my younger brother and sister!"
At the same time, the illusion was lifted, and Zhang Xiaohou, who was originally lying in a pool of blood, was just standing there blankly, with some kind of wound on his chest.
The color in the child's hole was gradually recovering, and Zhang Xiaohou slowly regained consciousness. He was a little confused and couldn't tell whether this was reality or illusion.
"Am I dead? Is this hell?"
"Xiao Hou, how could you die while I'm here!" At this moment, an extremely familiar voice came.
"Brother Qin!" Zhang Xiaohou suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a shocking scene that made him unbelievable. He saw that the decoration of chaos on the ancient king's face had disappeared, revealing a handsome and familiar face of a young man.
It's his Qin brother Qin Shaoqing.
How is it possible, how could Brother Qin be the ancient king? What happened to this world? It seems that he is indeed dead, otherwise how could he see this scene!
"What are you thinking about?" Qin Shaoqing saw Zhang Xiaohou's inner thoughts and raised his hand to flick his forehead from the air, "You are still alive and well!"
"It hurts!" This real touch, could he really be alive? Zhang Xiaohou pinched his face again. Although he still didn't understand whether this was reality, he still asked with great doubts, "Brother Qin, what exactly is this?"
What's going on?"
"It's a long story, but to put it simply, I entered the Evil Abyss, replaced the ancient king, and tested you who fell into the Evil Abyss." Qin Shaoqing replied calmly.
After hearing Qin Shaoqing's words, Zhang Xiaohou couldn't recover from the shocking news for a long time.
Entering the evil abyss and replacing the ancient king is such a shocking feat that even the Forbidden Curse Mage cannot do it!
Although Qin Shaoqing said it was so easy (and the reality is true), he must have suffered some unimaginable painful experiences to do it, and even paid an irreversible price.
"Brother Qin, is this really reality?"
"Nonsense!" Qin Shaoqing stood up, walked to Zhang Xiaohou, and slapped him on the head, "I believe it now!"
"I believe it!" Recalling his experiences along the way, Zhang Xiaohou suddenly said with a sad face: "Brother Qin, can you stop testing people like this in the future? I really thought I was going to die. Wait, where is Xiao Luo?"
Zhang Xiaohou quickly looked around anxiously, but saw Su Xiaoluo behind him, half lying in the air, supported by a mysterious force.
"Xiao Luo, are you okay?"
Zhang Xiaohou quickly ran to Su Xiaoluo's side. He had been watching the scene where Su Xiaoluo agreed without hesitation to trade his soul into the evil abyss forever in exchange for a chance to live. In addition, he had been watching the scene when he returned from the door of death.
Times, I owe her more and more!
"Don't worry, she just fell asleep!" Qin Shaoqing's words made Zhang Xiaohou feel at ease.
"By the way, you are lucky to meet such a woman who is obsessed with you. Tell me how you plan to face this heavy feeling!" Qin Shaoqing said with a smile.
Hearing Qin Shaoqing's words, Zhang Xiaohou replied with a wry smile: "Brother Qin, I don't know what to do..."
Su Xiaoluo's feelings for him were so heavy that he had to respond, but he couldn't give up on He Yu because of this.
Zhang Xiaohou is very conflicted now. Choosing Su Xiaoluo means that he has to give up He Yu, who has been waiting for his return during his time in the army. Choosing He Yu means that he cannot respond to Su Xiaoluo's unimaginable heavy feelings.
, no matter who you choose, it is too unfair to the other party!
"Why does it have to be a multiple-choice question?" Qin Shaoqing asked with a smile.
Zhang Xiaohou fell into silence. Looking at the sleeping Su Xiaoluo in front of him, his heart became more and more entangled!
"Think about it for yourself. I hope you won't let anyone down when the time comes!"
"I know, Brother Qin!" Zhang Xiaohou smiled bitterly, as if he had remembered something, and continued, "By the way, Brother Fan also has the ancient capital..."
"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements!"
Looking at Qin Shaoqing's indifferent expression as he grasped everything, Zhang Xiaohou thought to himself...
Between death's door.
Bones piled up like mountains, forming a long carpet of bones.
In the center of the carpet of bones, there stands a shocking mountain of skulls. Skulls, jaws, sternums, hand bones, leg bones...all are piled together to form a messy mountain of bones.
At the top of the bone mountain, Mo Fan's whole body was burning with scorching flames. The magical armor made by Qin Shaoqing became tattered and strands of blood flowed down his face.
It was obvious that he had reached the point where he was exhausted, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
The bones fell down. This mountain of bones was too high. As long as Mo Fan moved a little, a large piece of bones would roll down.
"boom!"
The bone-white carpet shook slightly.
The more than 50-meter-tall bloody bone minister couldn't bear it anymore. Its eyes were shining with bloodthirsty light, and it walked step by step towards the mountain of bones where Mo Fan was.
It became difficult to make a fist, and when I wiped the blood on my face, it ended up being smeared all over my face...
Mo Fan's hands were shaking crazily, not because of fear, but because the fight had reached its limit, so that his whole body was twitching violently and spasming.
He didn't even have the strength to clench his fists. He wiped the blood on his face, but the blood stains were wiped away.
"Now, you have to look up at me!
"
The roar of broken sounds echoed in the door of death. Mo Fan used the last bit of strength in his body to crush the blood.
Suddenly, a thick blood-colored mist swirled around Mo Fan, as if it was alive, and he was slowly considering something, like a monster that just ran out of Pandora's box, and was sizing up whether the sacrifice was this time.
To your own taste!!
The next moment, all the bloody mist poured into Mo Fan's body.