"My Eight Desolations Mo Xuan made a bloody oath here... If you violate this oath, your younger brother Mo Bingshu will not be able to die well and will not be able to reincarnate for life. For the wild ghost who wanders all day long, even if you reincarnate, you will fall into the animal realm."
"Is it enough?" Mo Xuan almost roared.
The Grand Master sighed: "The world is about to be in chaos, and the fire in the abyss is like a fierce ghost. It is all helpless. Lord Xuannv should not take it to his heart."
Mo Xuan smiled sarcastically.
***
Altar.
The boy said stubbornly: "I want to listen to my sister saying, "You... get out of here!"
He doesn't believe that his sister will abandon him.
Such a good sister, he loves her, far more than everything in this world.
Finally, the boy saw a white dress, which was holier than the snow outside the frontier. The boy's eyes immediately disappeared, and he looked at Mo Xuan with a smile on his face.
My sister's eyes were a little red.
It seems to have cried.
"Sister." He shouted.
Mo Xuan looked at him like a stranger, walking up to the center of the altar, "Start prepare for the ceremony of offering sacrifice to heaven."
The boy's face was covered with a terrible cloud. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Sister, is it your order? Do you want me to sacrifice to heaven?"
Mo Xuan said: "The world is in danger, and you have royal blood on your body, which means an unshirkable responsibility. Mo'er, this is the honor of our family. You will become a hero in the eight wildernesses, and your sister will be on the top of the mountain.
If you set up a hero monument, you will find the best craftsmen to create unique sculptures for you in the palace."
The boy took a few steps back, "So... sister left me?"
"This..." Mo Xuan looked at him in a complicated manner: "Mo'er, can you listen to your sister?"
"You want to leave me? Since you want to abandon me, why should you take me away at the beginning? Why would you let me die under the sewage and never see this bright sunny sky again?"
"Sister, you are so cruel."
The boy was crazy and laughed a few times.
"I, really, I love my sister so much. My sister can kill me thousands of times, but I can't abandon me."
As he retreated, his breath became fierce.
The Grand Master said insincerely, "Not good," he waved his arms and ordered: "Prison him."
The Great Prison of the Universe fell from the sky, shackles the young man.
"You want me to sacrifice to heaven? Dream."
The boy pulled out a dagger and threw it into the sky.
Then he controlled it with his mental power, and saw a dagger scratching his spine, and a soul-devouring nail inserted into the evil bone broke out of his body.
The boy stretched out his hands, held the blood-stained soul-devouring nail in his left hand, and held the dagger in his right hand, and smiled cruelly: "If there is no soul-devouring nail in my body, isn't it qualified to sacrifice to heaven?"
"Stop him!" The Grand Master widened his eyes and shouted.
The guards rushed over.
Mo Bingshu sneered, smashing the Soul-Devouring Pill with one hand, and waved his right hand again. The light surged and the wind blew everywhere. I saw the small dagger in his palm suddenly turned into a scimitar.
The scimitar cut iron like mud, easily destroying the Qiankun Prison. In the rolling hurricane, the boy bleeding from the back of the spine and was stabbed several times, barely avoiding the arrest of the royal guards and escaped.
He left a sentence.
"Sister is a liar."
"I've clearly said that I will never leave mine."
Mo Xuan looked at the chaotic void, and two lines of tears fell.
——Xiaoshu, do you know the necessity in this world?
Mo Bingshu left and never appeared again.
The people of the Eight Desolations were finally desperate, and no one could stop the abyss and heavenly disasters for them.
As for the Grand Master, in anger, he found a wizard and kept saying in Mo Xuan that she was responsible for her shoulders because of the indifference of her brother and brother, billions of creatures would be destroyed.
Mo Xuan was suffering, getting thinner and weaker, and his mind was not as good as that.
The wizard sang in her ears for ten months day and night, and in Mo Xuan's subconscious, he created the image of Mo Xuan as loving the people as his son.
Mo Xuan became more and more haggard, and she became a cold emperor, but when she looked closely, her eyes were a little distracted.
On the eve of the arrival of the abyss, terrible fireworks were burning in all the worlds of the Eight Desolates, and they had become a stove.
Mo Bingshu came to her palace, lit a stick of incense, and carried the sleeping Mo Xuan away.
Before leaving, he went to see the drug doctor. Strictly speaking, he should be one of his few friends.
He still has some trust in the drug doctor.
The poison doctor forged a rune and wrote something.
Hearing his voice, he hurriedly used a poisonous technique, turning part of it into blank.
Mo Bingshu walked in and asked, "Tell me, did he really leave me behind?"
"Seventh Prince, is the truth that important? Lord Xuannv loves you very much
, She values ​​you so much, do you have to be obsessed with that point and refuse to let go?" The poison doctor asked, "You ask yourself, how does Lord Xuannv treat you? Do you think Lord Xuannv doesn't know that it was you who brought those marriages.
Did the partner scare away? She pretended not to know, and at the same time told her subordinates that she would not marry in this life and just wanted to accompany you. She knew your temperament and would only listen to her. What else do you want her?"
"Is the world more important than me?" He looks like a lunatic, not listening to the drug doctor's words, but only obsessed with being stubborn.
People who walk into dead ends cannot get out.
Some people spend their whole lives, but they just hit the south wall and burst into blood, and never get the answer they want.
"If you really love Lord Xuannv, you will know Lord Xuannv is concerned about the world. Why not sacrifice to the heaven for her world?" asked the poisonous doctor.
Mo Bingshu stared at him: "The world is competing for my sister, and even has a higher status than me. How can I be compassionate and die for them? I won't."
The poison doctor looked at the young man with a gloomy face at this moment, and was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood the boy's paranoid point.
Perhaps, if the masters did not make any decisions, but let Mo Bingshu know the true meaning of Xuannv, probably, the young man would voluntarily sacrifice to the sky.
In the boy's consciousness, the so-called world snatched his sister...
After all, he is a child, a sick child.
Mo Bingshu lowered his eyes and looked at the treasure written by the poison doctor, and asked, "What is this?"
"Abyss Clan ends, and all the historical books will be burned. I want to do a volume that happens recently and can be preserved for the future."
"Why are there any blank space?" Mo Bingshu asked.
"There should have been recorded there as the Seventh Prince's sacrifice to heaven, but after thinking about it, I always felt that it was inappropriate, so I turned it into a blank."
"No need, you might as well record here that my sister abandons the world for me and lets future generations know how much my sister loves me."
"Isn't that a lie?"
"Sisters are all liars. Why don't you cheat on future generations?"
The boy walked out with his sister.
He wants to take his sister out of the Eight Desolations, and he will definitely protect his sister.
The poison doctor looked at his back and sighed deeply.
"Seven Princes."
"Um?"
"Peace all the way."
The boy waved.
Chapter completed!