Chapter 1152 Who can distinguish between gods and demons (27)
Aowu explained impatiently, looking like a humble fan who defends his idol in the modern world.
Qingsang looked at him coldly, then stretched out her hand, hung it on his head, and patted him firmly three times.
"Are you questioning me?"
Aowu looked at Qingsang with eyes that were exactly the same as Zhou Ye's, and instantly withered.
"No, I'm just curious."
He just didn't believe that his ancestor would kill Zhou Ye.
He has done so much and even left an heir with Zhou Ye in the mortal world. No matter how you look at it, this is love.
Although Aowu doesn’t know how a heartless and desireless Golden Buddha like Patriarch Fa Fo fell in love with Zhou Ye, a wild and unruly girl, but recalling the worlds he and Zhou Ye spent together before, Patriarch’s incarnation Zhou Ye was followed closely by all kinds of men.
Why would such an ancestor kill Zhou Ye?
His mind ached from thinking about it, so Aowu gently rubbed the back of his head that was sore from being hit by Qingsang. He leaned his back against the wall and looked at the dark area in front of him.
"Forget it, you'd better recover now."
Aowu felt Qingsang's impatience. Although he was full of questions, he didn't dare to ask any more.
There was another long silence. I don't know how long it had passed, but Wuwu asked tentatively in the darkness.
"So you knew you didn't have much time left, so you left Zhou Ye and went to Qishan to wait for death?"
After a long, long time, Aowu thought Qingsang would no longer pay attention to him, but without any warning, Qingsang's hoarse voice came from the darkness.
"Yeah."
"One last question, why did you become attached to Zhou Ye's sword later?"
Zhou Ye's sword has a spirit, and that's because of the green mulberry that possesses it.
Aowu finally understood why Zhou Ye cherished his sword so much and carried it with him at all times. For it, he forced himself to stay in those small worlds and complete one task after another.
For Qingsang to treat her like this is a rare affection in the world. The world was shouting and killing, but Qingsang was loyal to her from beginning to end, and even lost his life for her in the end. Even the cold-hearted Zhou Ye was moved by this true feeling.
Thinking of this, Aowu couldn't help but wipe his tears.
Qingsang's voice came to my ears.
"She used the Immortal Elder's puppet technique to seal my soul in the broadsword, and nourished the sword with blood to nourish my soul."
No wonder Qingsang, as a member of the Immortal Clan, is now as full of evil aura as Zhou Ye.
Aowu nodded excitedly, and then spoke a little depressed.
"I am devoted to her, but I have never seen her treat me so well."
Qingsang sneered.
"You idiot, full of stupid things."
"Why are you still swearing?"
"It's not easy to be a Shenlong? Because Zhou Ye committed such a big mistake and let the entire dragon clan be implicated with you, do you think you are stupid?"
"I was in an emergency, could I still ignore it?"
"So, since you have done everything, don't think all day long that Zhou Ye is not treating you well. If he is not good to you, you will be dead long ago."
Aowu stopped talking and wiped his head subconsciously. The hair in that area was already very thin. If it turned into the prototype, the head would be even more shiny.
"Hey."
Aowu has mixed feelings.
In the darkness, Qingsang looked deeply at Aowu for a long time. It wasn't until the slow silver dragon was about to react that he looked away and looked forward.
"How long do I need to stay here?"
(End of chapter)