The place where Qing Huan was at this time was the fork in the road where he first met Cheng Muyan.
But this time, Toast lying on the ground was not as lucky as him. This time, there was no cute and well-behaved little girl who came to support Toast, nor was there a Life Winner System 998 named Qingjiu who came to lead him.
Go forward unswervingly with your goal.
But just like what he, Qing Huan, had worried about before he passed out from the pain of receiving the inheritance and losing the half-demon mark, he was caught back, and this time, those people never let him go because of his appearance and figure.
, but tortured and abused him extremely harshly, trying to break his spine and break his pride, and Toast was just like him, stubborn, resisting, and persisting in a confused way.
When Toasting was locked up in a dark room with no daylight, he stood by and silently accompanied him. When Toasting was dragged out and beaten, he stood quietly and silently. No matter how hard Qing Huan tried, he could never walk one meter away from Toasting.
The long distance seems to be an invisible barrier locking people from two different worlds and experiences together.
It endured and endured, sometimes Qing Huan almost forgot the day and the hour. After three full years, the two of them finally saw each other again, but it was just falling from one fire pit to another, even more cruel and bloody, because
The temple only needs one Son and only one leader.
Assassination, poisoning, sometimes when walking on the road suddenly a gust of fragrant wind blows, and a poor young man collapses on the roadside and falls asleep forever. Sometimes when sleeping peacefully at night, the brother who depends on him for life and death will get up and give him a hand.
With your fatal blow, no one here can close their eyes and sleep peacefully, and no one can lower their guard at all times, unless they are dead.
Qing Huan stayed with Toast. At first, there were tens of thousands of people on the track, and there were tons of people racing together. Later, there were only a few people left. At this time, there was still elimination, and there was only one champion.
, only one can survive.
Qing Huan never felt that this world was as pure as water, but he could not imagine that there was such a dark world, such a cunning and harsh environment, which made people unable to live in peace for a moment. Although he had entered the illusion where the toast was before, he knew
He is qualified to be the Holy Son, but his heart is always entangled, because he doesn't know whether he should be happy and guilty at this moment, or guilty and happy. He has a little girl, he has Cheng Muyan, he has words, and he is not toasting, so
He was glad that he was not toasting, but he was also guilty and distressed.
Strictly speaking, Toast is also him, but Toast is him from another world, and he has a completely different experience from him. I have seen many things about Toast. The longer I stay with Qinghuan, the more difficult it is to survive the disaster.
Fortunately, if there was no little girl and no Qingjiu, toasting would be the ending he deserved!
Moreover, after experiencing such a peaceful and peaceful life, Qing Huan was not sure what kind of situation he would end up in if he really exchanged it with Toast. Maybe he would be wrapped in a roll of rotten mat and thrown into a mass grave halfway.
In the conspiracy, he was plotted to the point where he didn’t even have a whole body, maybe... not that much maybe!
Sweat rolled down Qing Huan's forehead. He drove out all the thoughts he had just thought. He stared at the toast intently. The longer the toast went on, the more Qing Huan learned. He didn't know he was so smart.
Extraordinary, his mind is so meticulous and delicate, he can actually place all the people in the world on the chessboard, throw the chess pieces step by step and set up fishing bait. The fisherman reaps the profits so easily, and casually pinches the neck of the smelly mouse hiding in the dark.
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It was only at this time that Qing Huan knew who had kidnapped Cheng Muyan and Tan Ruixin in Yunzhou City.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Qing Huan continued to follow Toast. Although he admired Toast's talent and intelligence, he was indeed too violent and extremely bloodthirsty and violent. He would kill anyone who did not go his way.
In the end, he actually wanted to destroy the entire northern and southern continents.
Qing Huan frowned and watched the toast, standing quietly in the pool with her eyes closed, her body constantly dripping with bright red blood drops. However, this man's face was calm and calm, as if his internal organs were about to burn holes. It was not him.
Likewise, if he hadn't been recognized by Longzhong and had his inheritance refined by Dragon Qi, his current fate would probably be as good as Toast's. This bloodline inheritance is indeed too overbearing.
I didn’t even soak in the hot spring for a long time before I made a toast. After the raging energy in my body had passed, I washed my body and silently crawled out of the pool.
It was another different disaster, but at least the spirit of toasting was not completely wiped out. He just traveled through the cracks in space to another strange place.
As for Qing Huan, he lost her!
And, most importantly, he still doesn't know where he is now.
There was darkness all around, and the place where the body was located was extremely small, and it seemed as if it was being pulled and squashed by someone. The body was also stretched and squashed, and the whole person had no way to attach itself. And, what was even worse, was that in the
In this endless darkness, his memory is gradually fading.
Thinking of those people in his memories, Qing Huan began to recite their names silently over and over again, fearing that any time he fell asleep and woke up again, he would become a blank sheet of paper. He - Qing Huan, the little girl - Cheng Muyan,
System - Qingjiu...
After this cycle for who knows how many reincarnations, he suddenly felt a pain in his arm, and a "whirring" sound came from the outside world: "Human, there is a human coming in here, pull him out and eat him, wait a minute
When the little devil comes, you won’t be able to eat anymore!”
"Pull it out, pull it out, it smells so good, it tastes just like the legendary human flesh!"
"Don't worry, I want to eat one of his arms. The meat on the arm is the most juicy and delicious-"
…
As waves of pain hit him, it was as if he had been flattened, rounded and stretched. As his mind became more and more groggy, he only heard waves of pain and screams, and his body fell lightly.
As he continued, his thoughts completely fell into a blur of whiteness.
When he woke up again, he was only told that he had been injured in the demon world, and his name was Qingjiu. But after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong. Before he could remember that something was wrong, his body suddenly felt like someone had been injured.
He seemed to be grabbing the collar and was pulled out violently.
Qing Huan touched her face, then looked at the guy lying on the soft couch wrapped like a mummy, her eyes darkened, so this Qingjiu was really a toast, not him?!