The originally lively Menlin became more lively, terrifyingly lively. When this terrifying bustle subsided, it turned into dead silence. Even the wind was blowing around this place, and the thick bloody air was still lingering, making it disgusting.
The blood is no longer fresh and becomes dull, and the large and small pieces of meat soaked in it are like making a kind of devil's delicacy. Hu Qing could easily recognize the age of those pieces of meat, some were young and old, some were young and old, and some had never opened their eyes.
There were fluctuations in her heart, but not much. After all, she holds the gate of ghosts in her hand and knows that a lifetime is just an experience for the soul. Although the souls of these people here were also shattered, the fragments of the souls eventually flowed back to the netherworld.
She said to herself: You also have the indifference and ruthlessness of a superior person.
Indifference, what else? Advise San to put down the butcher knife? Haha, she can't even do it herself.
Life is pure, but sin is already there. Some people are rampant and plundering when they are alive, but retribution cannot be timely. When retribution arrives, can it be canceled because those people are dead?
Or, in the way of heaven, there is a kind of cause and effect that is a group attribute. In the beginning, he was really for the family, but later turned into a cover. When the retribution comes, no one can escape, and the innocent cannot be excluded from it.
The falling thunder and dew have nothing to do with who is a good person or a bad person.
The genius who escaped was asked to give God a chance.
Hu Qing stood still and was in a trance.
Looking at her state without disturbing her, she saw a head soaked in the blood, with half of its face turned up to the sky. Its eyes were already lifeless, and there were a few blood stains on the eyeballs.
It doesn’t look good at all.
Oh, this face has never looked better.
Thirty touched his heart, there was no pain, no sadness, and no joy. How should she react to someone who had long since broken off the relationship?
I was a little tired for a while. Ordered all civil and military officials to set fire.
Just after killing someone, he set a fire. Not only people were burned, but things were burned, houses were burned, flowers, plants and trees were burned. In short, everything here was burned clean.
When Hu Qing came to his senses, Sanzheng destroyed the Wen family’s secret secret place. Watching her destroy everything along the way, not taking many good things, Hu Qing's heart was bleeding, and she only hated herself for being a hollow body.
She went to pull thirty with distress: "You know? In the early years, it was difficult to make a living, and I really collected the rags and mended the pot."
This refreshed the story of thirty's poverty for her. The lower limit of cognition: "You can't steal or rob?"
The fairy world is not a society ruled by law. Immortals and demons dare to challenge even the rules of heaven, so secular rules are nothing. To put it more deeply, isn’t seeking a living a kind of stealing? Steal destiny, seize destiny.
Therefore, in Thirty's mind, stealing is more honorable than collecting rags.
Hu Qing felt sad: "I've done it all before."
Thirty's expression turned to sympathy, but he couldn't fuck others?
Hu Qing wiped his face: "I spent a lot of money."
It occurred to me on the 30th that she must have practiced hard to become the Immortal Emperor and Demon Emperor at a relatively young age. Cultivation directly consumes resources. That's why she tried every means to make money, even the smallest profits.
So pathetic.
The Wen family was completely destroyed, and Thirty made sure that no one escaped alive, not even the cats or dogs, as if they were a blood feud. If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't do it, Hu Qing felt that she wished she could cover the whole world in a vacuum and turn it into powder.
A scorched earth.
Thirty's whole body was filled with relief: "Let's go home."
On the first day of the return journey, Thirty opened the half-baked experience record, studied, and taught Hu Qing.
"Do you think I'm going to leave soon, so you are so anxious to teach me?"
Sanzai admitted: "I do have this premonition. After wiping out the Wen family, I had a vague feeling that everything is like time, and will eventually You can't get it back after you peel it off - well, to be honest, the energy on the ring won't last long." Hu Qing said anxiously: "What nonsense is that? Come on, I can continue. I have inherited the strengths of both of you."
Putting his hands on his head: "Ah, God of Time, please don't brainwash me. What a precious knowledge, we must pass it on."< br>
Back on the island, Hu Qing was so stuffed with knowledge that his head was visibly enlarged. He was in a trance and truly unsettled.
Sandu is afraid that if she accidentally pokes her, she will explode.
Mo Chi Yi was also there, waiting for her for several days.
The whole person was very dull, and he gave San a smile that was uglier than crying: "My father is dead."
After saying this, he ran over and hugged San and cried loudly. . A big man with an astonishing lung capacity, his wails reaching to the sky. Others had already learned the bad news on the first day they met him, and at this time they silently stayed away.
The comforting words have been said, and the pale words cannot make the grief-stricken Yi feel better.
Hu Qing sighed and sat down a little further away, looking at the sky melancholy. Do people become destined to each other only for the separation of life and death?
Thirty-one stood at first, then sat down when he got tired of standing. Then when he saw something strange and couldn't stop crying, he simply held his head and flew to the edge of the island, where the cliff is steep.
The few who stayed behind were hiding there from the crying. When they saw them coming, they immediately moved to the other side of the island.
Sanshi sat on the edge of the cliff, with his legs hanging down, and the sea breeze blew in his face. He twisted his body and hugged her shoulders, his big head buried behind her shoulders.
San felt that the clothes on her back were all soaked. Considering her friend's mood, she did not use magic to dry them.
Hu Qing didn't want to follow but had no choice but to follow. She squatted behind San and poked the tears on Yi's face with her fingers.
"Why can he cry so much? This is the first time I have seen a demon who can cry like this. Is he made of water? How long will he cry? You persuade him. You encourage him to take revenge. If there is something to do, he will not I’m so sad.”
Tian tilted his head and gave Hu Qing a “don’t mess with it” look, hugged and patted him, and he cried even louder.
Hu sighed lightly, looked at him, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped him. Spanking the heterosexual's ass.
His eyes twitched. Although he couldn't see or feel it, but - you are playing a rogue!
Hu Qing was just bored. It wasn’t a real contact anyway, so she just treated it as a video game, as if the little devil was made to cry by her merciless slap.
As long as someone she knew was around, she would have no shame to do such a thing.
Sanji really couldn't stand it. She was filled with indignation that her friend was so sad and was being abused like this.
He said indignantly: "If your enemy is still alive, I will take you to kill him and make you happy."
Hu calmed down and cheered up: This is a good suggestion.
Yi cried for a while, raised his big head pitifully like a big dog, stared at her for a long time with his eyes swollen from crying, and tears welled up again.
"I feel so uncomfortable -"
Oh, Hu Qing squatted back, ancestor.
He is now immersed in his own emotions. He tried several times to find topics but failed to divert his attention. In the end, he could only suffer from it and wait for him to stop.
Hu Qing complained: "The sea water has swelled with his crying. He is more powerful than Meng Jiangnu."
Thirty didn't know Meng Jiangnu.
Hu Qing told her the story of the Great Wall.
After hearing this, San said: "What kind of project can be shaken by crying? It must be that the design is unreasonable, or that Meng Jiangnu knows sonic power?"
She spoke out her words and cried strangely. He looked up blankly: "What?" (End of this chapter)