"You can't even save yourself, how can others save you?" Qingge said: "If you let others save you, wouldn't you be giving your life, soul, and your future to a more desperate person?"
place?"
Tang Xiaoyao's eyes turned red and he was silent for a long time.
After a long while, he raised his head and said with difficulty: "I'm desperate."
Qingge took out a pot of heart-broken wine from the realm of nothingness, poured a glass, and handed it to Tang Xiaoyao: "This wine is called wealth wine. It has the effect of relieving sorrow. Try it."
Tang Xiaoyao frowned and stared silently at the white jade cup filled with fine wine. He pondered for a moment, then tremblingly stretched out his scarred hand, took the white jade cup, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
The strong alcohol penetrated Tang Xiaoyao's intestines and he had an indescribable taste.
The wine glass bottomed out, Tang Xiaoyao placed the glass on the window sill, "Thank you for the wine."
"Are you feeling better?" Qing Ge asked.
Tang Xiaoyao shook his head: "It seems to be even more uncomfortable."
Qingge touched her nose and didn't speak for a long time.
Although she chose the profession of spiritual master, she was not a professional after all, and she did not know how to deal with people like Tang Xiaoyao who were truly in a state of sadness.
"It seems that I can't save myself, heal myself, or survive on my own, nor can I rely on you." Tang Xiaoyao smiled bitterly: "It was me who caused trouble to you. In this case, Tang took his leave."
Forget it.
Leave this boring world, and you won't have to suffer the sufferings in this world.
There are hundreds of difficulties in the world, and every one of them is aimed at him accurately.
If God is merciful and merciful to the suffering people, why not show mercy to them?
Tang Xiaoyao moved slowly and turned his back.
As soon as he turned around, his eyes became increasingly red and bloodshot.
The hands under his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists.
He was thinking whether he would jump from a tall building and be shattered to pieces, or sink to the bottom of the sea, drown and suffocate, or commit suicide under the moon, with blood splattering into the night?
Just let it happen.
…
In the deep corridor, only the sound of Tang Xiaoyao's footsteps could be heard, as if his life was about to be shattered and he no longer had the strength to struggle.
He was hopeless and wanted to die.
Qing Ge even suspected that once he walked out of the martial arts dungeon, Tang Xiaoyao would no longer exist in the world.
Qingge frowned slightly, her heart trembling slightly.
The young man in her sight gradually moved away, his figure as misty as smoke, and he would disappear at any moment.
She has never been a sage, nor does she care about the life or death of others. She should be selfish, cold and ruthless like a lion or a wolf!
but--
"Tang Xiaoyao." The young man in red suddenly shouted. Tang Xiaoyao stopped and looked back slowly and mechanically: "Your Excellency?"
"Come here." The boy scolded.
Tang Xiaoyao was confused and walked numbly to the window of the small room, "What are your orders?"
"Don't you need redemption? Come on, I will be your friend. If you pass away, your friend will be sad." Qingge said.
"Are you...sad?" Tang Xiaoyao asked.
Qingge nodded affirmatively: "I will. Although we only met once, you look a lot like my dead brother."
Tang Xiaoyao: "..." Even if you want to make up a reason, there is no need to be so prevaricating.
"If you have any difficulties in the future, come to me." Qingge lay on the bed, looked at him, and said: "The emotional atmosphere you are in now, the sadness coming from all directions, are all tests given to you by God.
You imagine it is a big mountain, a deep sea, you climb over it, step over it,
You can see the spring flowers blooming. Maybe, in that place where the spring flowers bloom, there will be a person born for you, waiting for you." "Have you ever seen the heroic people who go to the expense of their friends? You
Have you seen the red moon in the Demon Realm? Do you know the prosperity and beauty of the Flame Sky? Do you know the legends of the immortal gods? Don’t you want to take a look? Look at the vastness of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, look at the sky and the
The vastness of the earth, look at the prosperity on the top of the sun and the moon."
Qing Ge persuaded her earnestly, Xu talked too much, and even took a sip of wine to quench her thirst.
Tang Xiaoyao stood still, quietly listening to the clear and pleasant sound of the song, but without any yearning for it.
He said: "Thirty thousand years ago, the world was in flames, there was a catastrophe in the abyss, there were countless deaths and injuries, and all the people died of starvation and ashes, and all the heroes in the world were like dead trees!"
"So-called friends are hypocritical, and the hypocritical knife in their hands will pierce your heart. Whenever interests are involved, the knife in their hands will be even more ruthless!"
"How many generations of blood does it take to turn the red moon in the Demon Realm red? Behind the beautiful scenery, hidden in the night, are mountains of corpses."
"The immortal gods have no legends, only endless battles."
“Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, not even a blade of grass grows, and the top of the sun and moon are covered with bones.”
"Your Excellency, what you said is not beautiful at all." Tang Xiaoyao lowered his head and said in despair.
Qingge: "..."
Why is this guy so stupid...
She finally understood that Tang Xiaoyao was a very tricky person.
This type of people are often paranoid and only believe in what they believe in. The persuasion of others is in vain.
Senior Gu Long said: "Girl, tell him your story, and his sorrows will not be worth mentioning."
"Senior." Qing Ge's soul said, "Everyone's story is precious."
She cannot think that other people are not strong just because she can suffer death and divine punishment.
Perhaps, that is already the limit.
The poor people shrouded in the haze all have an unimaginable desire to survive.
They racked their brains and finally had no choice.
For them, even if they leave the human world and jump into the eighteen levels of hell, it is still a good thing.
only……
When Qing Ge saw this young man struggling painfully on the edge of the cliff, he probably thought of his young self and wanted to give him a hand.
Qingge grabbed a handful of candy and put it on Tang Xiaoyao's hand, then closed the jade bone fan in her hand and gently tapped Tang Xiaoyao's head: "This is the medicine I prescribed for you.
Take one on time every morning.”
Tang Xiaoyao put away the good luck candies and nodded obediently, "Okay."
"Tang Xiaoyao."
"Your Mightiness?"
"I want to live up to your name, be free and happy, and live happily in this world. This life is short, so you must have all the fun." Qingge said with a smile.
Tang Xiaoyao pursed his lips tightly and looked at Qingge blankly.
After a long time, Tang Xiaoyao turned around and left holding the good-luck candy.
Qingge lay back on the bamboo bed again, panting slightly, "I'm so tired."
Gu Long: "..."
I think back in those days, Empress Ye fought in all directions and carried an empire with her bare hands, and never once cried out that she was tired. Now, why are you moaning?