"Do you think I can redeem you?" Qingge asked.

"Yes." Tang Xiaoyao nodded.

"You can't even save yourself, how can others save you?" Qingge said: "Will you let others redeem you, and wouldn't you give your life and soul, your future, and your own hands to give you a more desperate

place?"

Tang Xiaoyao's eyes turned red and he was silent for a while.

After a long time, he raised his head and said with difficulty: "I'm at a loss."

Qingge took out a pot of heartbreaking wine from the realm of nothingness, poured a glass of wine, and handed it to Tang Xiaoyao: "This wine is called Fugui Wine, it has the effect of eliminating sorrow, you can try it."

Tang Xiaoyao frowned, looked silently at the white jade cup full of wine, pondered for a moment, stretched out his scarred hand, took the white jade cup, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Tang Xiaoyao feels indescribable when strong wine penetrates the intestines.

The wine glass was at its bottom, and Tang Xiaoyao placed the cup on the windowsill, "Thank you for your wine."

"Did you feel better?" Qingge asked.

Tang Xiaoyao shook his head: "It seems that it's even more uncomfortable."

Qingge touched his nose and didn't speak for a long time.

Although she chose the profession of spiritual master, she was not professional after all, and she didn't know how to face someone like Tang Xiaoyao who was truly in sadness.

"It seems that I cannot save myself, heal myself, and repay myself, and I cannot rely on you." Tang Xiaoyao smiled bitterly: "It was me who brought trouble to you. Since that's the case, Tang said goodbye."

Forget it.

If you leave this boring world, you don’t have to suffer from human suffering.

There are hundreds of difficulties in the world, and every difficulty is accurately targeted at him.

If God has the virtue of being a virtuous person and has mercy on the suffering, why not show mercy to his subordinates?

Tang Xiaoyao moved slowly and turned his back.

As he turned around, his eyes became redder and bloodshot.

The hands under the sleeve shirt were clenched into fists.

He was wondering whether he would jump down from a tall building and smash it to pieces, or sink to the bottom of the sea, drown and suffocate, or commit suicide under the moon and blood splattering in the night?

Let the flow.

...

In the deep aisle, only Tang Xiaoyao's footsteps sounded, like a life that was about to be broken, and there was no strength to struggle.

He was hopeless and wanted to die.

Qingge even suspected that once he walked out of the martial arts dungeon, there would be no more Tang Xiaoyao in the world.

Qingge frowned slightly, and his heart trembled slightly.

The boy in her sight was getting farther and farther away, and his figure was as misty as smoke and would disappear at any time.

She has never been a sage, and she will not care about the life and death of others. She should be selfish and indifferent and ruthless as a lion and a wolf!

but--

"Tang Xiaoyao." The boy in red suddenly shouted. Tang Xiaoyao stopped and slowly turned back mechanically: "Your Excellency?"

"Come here." The young man scolded.

Tang Xiaoyao walked numbly to the window of the small room, "What are your instructions?"

"Don't you need redemption? Come on, I'll be your friend. If you pass away, your friend will be sad." Qingge said.

"Will you... be...sad?" Tang Xiaoyao asked.

Qingge nodded affirmatively: "I will, although we only meet once, you look very much like my dead brother."

Tang Xiaoyao: "..." Even if you want to make up a reason, you don't have to make up such excuses.

"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 now deeply in, the sadness that comes from all directions, is a test given to you by God. You imagine that it is a mountain, a deep sea,

If you turn over and step over, you will see the spring flowers blooming. Maybe, in that place where spring flowers bloom, there will be someone born for you, waiting for you."

"Have you ever seen the heroic spirit of the sky who is tying for your friends? 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 legend of the immortal gods? Don't you want to go and take a look?

Look at the vastness of mountains and rivers, look at the vastness of the sky and the earth, look at the prosperity of the top of the sun and the moon."

Qingge persuaded him earnestly, perhaps because he had spoken too much, and even took a sip of wine to quench his thirst.

Tang Xiaoyao stood still, listening quietly to the clear and beautiful voice of Qingge, but he had no desire.

He said: "Thirty thousand years ago, the flames were all in the world, the abyss, the heavenly tribulation, countless casualties, and all the starving people were destroyed. The heroes of the heaven and earth were like dead trees!"

"So-called friends, false love, the hypocritical knife in their hands will pierce into your heart. If interests are involved, the knife in their hands will be even more merciless!"

"How many generations do the Red Moon in the Demon Realm need to be?

Only the blood can dye red? Behind the beautiful scenery, hidden under the night are the corpses piled up into mountains."

"The immortal gods, there are no legends, only endless battles."

"The mountains and rivers are everywhere, and there is no grass growing, and the top of the sun and the moon are everywhere."

"Your Excellency, what you said seems to be not beautiful at all." Tang Xiaoyao lowered his head and said in disappointment.

Qingge: "..."

Why is this guy a elm head...

She understood that Tang Xiaoyao was a stubborn person.

This type of people are often paranoid and only believe in what they believe in, and the persuasion of others is futile.

Senior Gu Long said, "Girl, tell him your story, and his sadness is not worth mentioning."

"Senior." Qingge's soul sent a voice transmission: "Everyone's story is precious."

She cannot think that other people are not strong just because she can suffer from the pain of death without life and divine punishment.

Maybe that's the limit.

The poor people shrouded in the haze all have a desire to survive that ordinary people can't imagine.

They racked their brains, and they had no choice but to do so.

For them, even if they leave the world and leapt into the eighteen levels of hell, it is still a good thing.

only……

Qingge saw this young man struggling in pain on the edge of the cliff, perhaps thinking of his once young self and wanted to pull him.

Qingge grabbed a handful of candy, put it on Tang Xiaoyao's hand, then closed the jade bone fan in his hand, and gently tapped Tang Xiaoyao's head: "This is the prescription I prescribe for you,

Eat one on time every morning.”

Tang Xiaoyao put away the good luck candy and nodded obediently, "Okay."

"Tang Xiaoyao."

"Your Mightiness?"

"You must be worthy of your name, be free and live a happy life. This life is short, and you must be happy." Qingge smiled.

Tang Xiaoyao pursed his lips tightly and looked at Qingge blankly.

It took a long time for Tang Xiaoyao to leave with the lucky candy in one step.

Qingge lay back on the bamboo bed, gasping slightly, "It's so tired."

Gu Long: "..."

Looking back at that time, Empress Ye fought in all directions and carried a piece of empire with her bare hands, never shouting that she was tired.
Chapter completed!