When the flames burst out, he roared like a beast.
Deep in those red eyes, the white-haired beauty remained unmoved, as if Uncle Mo had long been accustomed to this state.
In front of the world, Uncle Mo was a kind and gentle man. Even in her eyes a long time ago, he was a kind, brave and high-spirited young man.
She is Mo Xuan, the mysterious daughter of Bahuang.
He is the highest authority in Bahuang.
But her cultivation was ruined, and she watched her people die in the fire with her own eyes. The culprit was her younger brother who she had loved since childhood.
Thirty thousand years have passed, and she has never forgotten that in that cold room, there was an air-conditioning like white frost on all sides.
He stood in front of her, shook her shoulders, and asked questions again and again.
His mentality and soul have been distorted, and he has become hideous and strange.
And she no longer smiled at him, but wanted to stay away from him.
When she escaped for the third time, Uncle Mo found her so easily.
"Sister, can you escape?"
"The hundreds of millions of living beings in the Eight Wastelands, including our tribe, have long since died in the fire. This world is so big, but we can only rely on each other for survival." The young man wore a black robe and said with red eyes.
She didn't want to say another word, and the coldness and alienation in her eyes hurt Uncle Mo.
When she escaped again, Uncle Mo destroyed his eyes with a palm in front of her.
His eyes were hollow and bleeding, but his smile was scary, and the boy's voice was feminine and evil, like a ghost.
"Sister, do you still remember what I said when you were seven years old?" he asked.
Mo Xuan's eyes widened in shock, and the scene in his memory was vivid. His young brother was holding Mo Xuan's neck, smiling happily, and said excitedly: "When Mo'er grows up, he will build a golden house for his sister and bring her to the house.
Hidden inside.”
Mo Xuan touched his brother's head and replied with a smile: "Then my sister is waiting for your golden house."
"..."
"Sister, look, Mo'er has built a golden house for you."
"Ah... get out! Get away! Stay away from me! You are not my brother, you are a devil! An out-and-out sinner."
Mo Xuan's screams rang out again and again.
The young man seemed not to have heard, and cruelly locked Mo Xuan into one of his eyes. There, a golden house was prepared for her, and it would last for 30,000 years.
Thirty thousand years...
It's such a long time.
After a long time, Mo Xuan almost forgot his own name and his mother's surname.
Every night, Uncle Mo would talk to her about Bahuang and ask her why she gave up this younger brother.
"Mo'er, that's enough!" Mo Xuan's eyes were slightly red: "What else do you want?! You want our pain to extend to them!"
"I want to find an answer." Uncle Mo said, "Sister, you would be wrong."
Mo Xuan sat at the corner of the golden prison, wearing a thin snow shirt, leaning against the golden pillar behind him, smiling deeply and helplessly, but there was a bitter taste between his lips and teeth. "What else do you want to do?" Mo Xuan said weakly.
Said: "After the Bahuang was destroyed, it was you who looked for people everywhere and worked hard to form the One Hundred and Eight Continents, which made this world look brand new. Those are all your blood, but you want to destroy them with your own hands. What the hell are you doing?"
want
do what?"
"Sister, if you had it to do over again, wouldn't your choice change? Are you still the same person?" Uncle Mo asked.
"Yes." Mo Xuan said firmly: "I will not hesitate to send you to worship the heaven. I will set up a hero monument for you and worship you every year. Your life will bring peace to the world.
Wouldn’t it be nice to come to my clan’s peace?”
Uncle Mo was stunned and lowered his head.
The firelight reflected on his face, his eyes a little hollow.
The light converged into flames, burning away a layer of skin on his face.
The flames sparkled, and a handsome face appeared.
Still the same young man.
He covered his sister's eye and laughed like crazy.
"Thirty thousand years."
"Sister, are you still unwilling to love me once?"
"Why does my sister belong to everyone in the world? Can't she belong to just me?"
Mo Xuan's face was stern, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes lightly.
"Mo'er, you have sinned a lot, please atone for yourself."
"Atonement? How to atone? Will I be responsible for this abyssal catastrophe?" the young man asked.
"The abyssal catastrophe was triggered by you guiding Jiu Ci to insert the soul-eating nail. This is your responsibility, and you should be responsible for it." Mo Xuan said expressionlessly.
The young man raised his head and laughed, waved his hand, and his face turned into the skin of a middle-aged man again.
"Sister, have you seen it? Ye Qingge clearly knew that Mo Jiuci was the culprit of the abyss disaster, and she did not let Ye Jiuci take responsibility."
"She is different from me. In my eyes, there is only peace in the world. In her eyes, all are close relatives and friends." Mo Xuandao.
Uncle Mo stopped arguing. He lay against the flames, looking down at the farce in the palace of God's Domain with indifference, like a bystander who stayed away from the incident.
…
In front of the palace steps.
A cultivator asked: "Empress, since you knew you were going to sacrifice him to heaven, why did you let him go?"
"He is my brother, and he has the same blood as me. No one can take his life except me, and I will never take his life except death." Qingge answered truthfully.
Let the mountain rain come even more fiercely.
It blew down trees and overturned houses.
She is fearless.
The honesty of Qing Ge was shocking. Outside the ice, countless people were dumbfounded and did not answer the question for a long time.
"But it's him who inserts the soul-eating nail, and the abyssal catastrophe will come. That's his responsibility..." Someone asked weakly, not even daring to say anything in front of the empress.
Qing Ge looked at the speaker lazily, "According to you, the person who forged the soul-eating nail has committed countless and unforgivable crimes, right?"
Everyone was surprised.
The logic is so reasonable, but I always feel that something is wrong.
But I couldn't tell what was wrong.
Chu Changge covered his mouth and giggled, secretly gave a thumbs up to Qingge, and praised in his heart: Absolute!
When it comes to fallacies, the Empress is the best.
It should be noted that what the Empress meant was not to deal with the murderer, but to arrest the knife seller!
"Empress, this is a fallacy." The cultivator shouted.
Qing Ge looked at her coldly: "I forgot to tell you that people in the world have said that this emperor is an eternal wise king who petitions for the people and does his best. This is not the case. This emperor kills people like crazy and uses cruel methods. He is a tyrant of a generation. If you don't believe it, you can't believe it.
Give it a try.”
Between the world and her brother, she chose her brother.
Her bones are bloody and violent.
It's always been like this.
Qing Ge slowly turned around and said, "Master Liu."
"I'm here."
"Those who cause trouble will be killed without mercy."
If one person is destined to bear the blame, let her do it.
A cruel smile appeared on her lips.
The back figure was slender and graceful, but it revealed a cold and solemn murderous intent. Storms were everywhere in the world, and countless eyes looked at her in disbelief.