She lowered her head and approached him through the ice, her eyes meeting his eyes fearlessly for the first time.
"I want you to know that you can see through the woman in red, but you can't see through me. Luo Xing'er. Don't expect to see through me like you can see through her, thinking you can grasp my ideas."
The white-clothed god narrowed his eyes lightly and looked at her deeply, with an indescribable emotion.
Luo Xing'er was not scared by his unsolvable gaze, and she became calmer and calmer.
What should a mortal do when facing God? Surrender, tremble, and fear? No, she doesn't want to surrender at all, nor does she want him to treat herself with a lofty attitude.
She wants to pull him off the stage of the gods.
"Do you know what your sorrow is? As a God, you can see it too clearly. Everything about you is caused by yourself. You know everything, but let it happen. Then who will blame you for the end of this?
You are actually not qualified to resent anyone. If you killed her, nothing would have happened. If you had been imprisoned for thousands of years, if you still can't figure this out, it's your sorrow."
Such words made Zhuque change his face. He looked at Luo Xing'er worriedly and whispered: "Don't be so rude to Lord Master."
Zhuque was so shocked that he didn't expect that after several reincarnations, this woman still had such a strange and fierce temperament, not afraid of heaven or earth.
He was even more arrogant than before, and he dared to accuse all of this of the Lord.
"After you say this, I actually feel that I am really self-bearing. You are right. If I had indulged her a little less, I would not have ended up like this."
The white-clothed god was not angry, but his eyes became extremely complicated.
"It's just like her, you won't understand why I did this, because... you haven't tried to fall in love with someone."
Luo Xing'er was stunned. She thought he would scold her for being shameless and wanted to shirk responsibility for the past.
"If love ends like this, I would rather not love." Luo Xing'er's eyes dim.
She won't trust anyone's feelings easily.
You won't be moved easily, love is the easiest thing to destroy a person's reason and beliefs.
"So the place where she wins me is here. She doesn't love me, but I love her." said the white-clothed god.
Luo Xing'er had to sigh: "She really lost to you, so I will let you go."
"You will regret it." The white-clothed god looked at her deeply.
"It's not that easy for you to kill me." Luo Xing'er was not arrogant and thought she could resist God.
But she knew that Ji Fan's divine power had been lost, and for thousands of years of imprisonment, the lake in the underworld also damaged his vitality. If he wanted to kill himself in the future, it would be possible, but now he may not be able to deal with him.
On the Vermillion Bird.
"You can try it. I also want to bet. Do you really can't let me see through it?" The white-clothed god sneered, and his holy face became very demonic.
Luo Xing'er snorted, something she wanted her to regret had not happened in this life.
Even God doesn't want to control her thoughts.
She raised her hands and began to form handprints unique to the exorcist clan, silently chanting different spells.
A light emitted from her hand, and with a bang, a seal was broken.
The god in white looked up at the girl in red on the ice on the ground. In the golden light, a cycle of reincarnation passed. The seal of the past, today's lifting, and the destined fate in the dark.