He is like a lonely poet, every word and every sound is connected together like a sad song.
Thousands of people on the hillside, in that sad atmosphere, couldn't help but think of the unknown and sad past.
Or the hatred of having a wife and children separated from a family, the sorrow of being homeless, or the anger of being unfair and difficult to deal with.
Above the hillside, there seemed to be a dense cloud gathering.
Everyone's face was ugly, their eyes were ferocious, and their faces were full of hysteria.
Even the light songs have a bit of unspeakable melancholy.
My son is gone, my husband is gone, how can I walk this lonely road, and where is the warmth?
"Look, a dog can't change its habit of eating shit. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and this guy is still moaning and pretentious for no reason."
A voice interrupted all Qingge's sad emotions, and the corners of Qingge's mouth twitched crazily.
Why does she think that the God King is an infatuated lover, but Feng Qi has let him down?
"I've been playing the flute all day long, and it gives me a headache." Feng Qi said impatiently: "You don't know, this God King is an idiot. He only writes poems when he has nothing to do, plays the flute when he has nothing to do, and chants next to me when he has nothing to do.
Don't kill people, there is no limit to the sea of Buddhism, and you will find the shore when you turn around. Ye girl, you said, if I don't kill people, what will I do? Should I go to a brothel and be an oiran?"
Feng Qi kept chattering as soon as he started talking about it, "Wherever I go, he will follow me. After I kill someone, he will scatter paper money all over the sky. He says he wants to save the souls of the dead. I am saving his second uncle and grandma."
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Feng Qi's words were full of resentment, and even after tens of thousands of years passed, this resentment has not diminished.
"He is trapped by his family background and bound by those morals. He asked me to wait for him to handle everything. Even when he married Nan Xueluo, he still pretended to say that he asked me to wait for him to divorce his wife. I was waiting for him. You are an idiot.
Look at me, does it look like I will wait for him? Later, I insisted on doing it, and this idiot went to Nanshan Temple to get tonsured." Feng Qi's little temper was very cruel.
Qingge raised her eyebrows and looked at the God King in the mansion.
It was a look at each other thousands of years apart.
The God King is the most colorful person in the history of Tianyu’s martial arts civilization.
He doesn't like to practice, but he is a genius.
When the flowers wither, they will be buried sadly.
Even if the ant dies, he will be saved.
Such people will never be able to break away from the shackles of the world and follow Feng Qi far away.
Feng Qi looked at the God King through the song, feeling sad.
Speaking of which, she was happiest when she was with the King of Gods in her life.
Even though she killed someone, the God King did not blame her. He just weakly suggested that she should not be so cruel and leave a whole body at least.
So that later Fengqi killed people and changed his cruel habit. Not only did he leave the whole body but also sprinkled a few pieces of paper money.
In his life, the God King almost never killed anyone or fought.
Feng Qi thought about how such a person behaves when he is angry, and how he behaves when he goes on a killing spree.
Finally, one day, Fengqi was eradicated by eight powerful and decent families.
That was also the time when she was put through reincarnation.
Reincarnation and that person's pursuit of immortality.
And her body was covered with weapons from those people.
When she was on the verge of despair and dying of regret, she saw a man in a purple shirt running towards her.
He held Fengqi's body and looked up to the sky, wailing. Fengqi's blood stained his body, like blossoming red lotuses clustered around him.
Before dying, Fengqi saw the God King draw his sword.
That was the first time the God King drew his sword. His sword had never been unsheathed, and it was only unsheathed for her.
For her, the God King furiously killed the geniuses of eight wealthy families.
No one who appears can even think of escaping, they all become souls under his sword.
He bathed in blood, and his anger turned into beauty.
The river of blood can't flow like a finger.
The ground was full of broken limbs and faces of despair.
Finally, the God King's sword penetrated the blood mud. He turned around and walked towards Feng Qi, picked up Feng Qi and limped forward.
In Fengqi's memory, that was the most manly time for the God King.
She obviously hates her very much, she clearly loves and hates her, but why did she have tears in her eyes when they reunited so absurdly after ten thousand years? Those missing memories and past events are still vivid and clearly visible in her mind.
The God King is actually a very cute person.
He likes to follow her over mountains and ridges.
Fengqi loved to drink, so the God King tried to persuade her to stop drinking all day long. He often frowned in frustration, but made her a bowl of sobering soup late at night when she was half drunk.
She kills people without blinking an eye, but the God King wants her to turn around and recite the Pure Heart Sutra and the Diamond Sutra in her ears, hoping to cleanse her soul. However, when she is being pointed out by thousands of people, he stands by her side.
The God-King is too good to disobey his parents' orders.
When her parents threatened her with their lives, the God King no longer wanted her.
On the other side, in Wang Qinghong's spiritual world, Nan Xueluo, dressed in white, looked at the God King almost infatuatedly.
The man she has followed for thousands of years.
Even if he has never loved her, she is still infatuated and has no regrets.
But when the remnant soul of the God King who had lived for ten thousand years still missed Feng Qi, Nan Xueluo suddenly let out a sharp cry.
"Fengqi! Fengqi! Fengqi again!" Nan Xueluo gritted his teeth.
Nan Xueluo smiled solemnly, "So what if Fengqi, throughout thousands of years of history, you are not just my husband, Nan Xueluo!" Even if there is no actual relationship between husband and wife, just the name of husband and wife is enough.
On the palace wall above the hillside, the figure of the God King gradually disappeared transparently, returning to peace and tranquility.
Nan Xueluo felt sad for a while.
The God King felt Feng Qi's presence, but why...he didn't feel her.
After the sad atmosphere disappeared, everyone rushed to the God King's Mansion almost frantically, stepping on flying monsters and flying spiritual weapons.
When the disciples of Tiandiyuan were about to pass, they whispered softly: "Wait a little longer, don't be impatient."
Qingge just finished her words, but she saw that the bodies of the cultivators who were about to step into the mansion were strangled by the sharp wind and shattered into blood mist.
The screams were lost in the storm.
Seeing this, everyone took a breath of air.
The storm gathered around the mansion, blocking everyone's way.
The first hundred or so people who rushed forward were all killed by the sharp wind blades.
Having learned from the past, the remaining practitioners are much more cautious.
Wang Qinghong stepped on the divine beast Qingluan, and carrying a hundred miles of breeze, Lin Feng and the two flew into the God King's Mansion.
When Guangfeng attacked Wang Qinghong, Wang Qinghong took out an ice-blue top-quality magic weapon. The magic weapon was the Luan and Phoenix totem, which was lifelike.
The orb held in Luan Feng's mouth emitted strands of icy blue light and enveloped them, forming a protective shield that seemed weak but was actually impregnable.
Under the protection of the barrier, Wang Qinghong and his party successfully entered the God King's Mansion.
"That is the royal palace's best magic weapon, Dinghai Lanluan!" Everyone was envious.
The palace is a wealthy family in heaven, and there are many magic weapons in the family. Wang Qinghong is the number one person in the palace. Is there any magic weapon you want?
Everyone looked at the strong wind next to the God King's Mansion, looked away, and felt uneasy.
Liu Yan'er glanced at Qing Ge, "Shall I try?"
"Um."
Liu Yan'er stepped on the icicles rising from the ground and swept towards the God King's Mansion.
Wang Qinghong stood on top of the mansion and looked at Liu Yan'er with contempt.
Going up against the storm array of God King's Mansion single-handedly, isn't it looking for death?