The Dragon Deer in the Holy Mansion seemed to feel the threat and began to walk around the dome uneasy.

On her back, Qin Yuer could already see Zhan Kong's figure clearly. Despite the huge changes, she could still see her familiar feeling...

It was this face. Just as she woke up from the ice scars, she vaguely saw a half-human and half-demon face. She firmly believed that she had read it correctly and that she would return to the Tianshan Mountains, which was also the hope of being confirmed!

Unfortunately, I once again saw it not in the deserted Tianshan Mountains, but in this crowded holy city.

Whether it is a living person or a dead person, how could Qin Yuer care about it?

people?

From her origin to the present, all people have brought her is indifference.

She didn't care what Zhankong was now. She just hoped to see him again. No matter how vast the world is, it was filled with cold ice and snow. Only the look he looked at him when he stared at him was that there was a trace of warm flame.

Sometimes people are so humble, just like looking up in the abyss deep in the depths, you can see a little bit of light, so no matter how bumpy or decayed you will climb to a shiny place.

This is true for Qin Yuer. She just wanted to crawl to the warm eyes, and she didn't need anything else.

But I can't give such a little extravagant hope. What did I do wrong?

Zhan Kong's methods were very cruel. He killed all those who blocked him. Many times, Zhan Kong showed a look of disgust and hating himself, which was because he was afraid of being seen by Qin Yuer.

But in fact, Qin Yuer really wanted to hug him tightly and tell him that it was really not what he thought, please don’t hurt yourself anymore.

...

After the evil dragon, the holy city has become a dark city cave. Not long ago, the huge holy city still exudes a sacred aura, like a execution ground waiting for the execution to be escorted inside. Now all the holy city mages have retreated to the vicinity of the holy residence. They have changed from hunters to cage trapped beasts, and can only guard the area that they think is safe.

The dark ocean left the Holy City with only the isolated island of the Holy Mansion. Michael's green-clothed holy feathers were the only force that could fight head-on with the undead emperor. The holy feathers were like colorful clouds and illuminated the entire night, making people feel that dawn was coming soon and was about to defeat evil, but in the next round, the evil spirit rolled, repainting the sky curtain with thick black.

There were countless painful faces on the black sky, and they roared like thunder, denounced the alive people on the ground.

Their resentment lasts for hundreds of years, thousands of years, and how many years have the people on the earth lived. That hatred and pain will be imprinted into the hearts of everyone who fears them, so everyone has to taste the miserable experiences of these undead souls!

"Do you know the taste of death?" Zhan Kong stepped up the stairs of the holy residence.

Michael inspires every Holy City mage with his generous words to fight firmly, but Zhan Kong scoffs at his words.

"Diet in battle, a thousand years of glory?"

"I only lived for decades, and the ghosts who had been in the thousand years after my death were still reminiscing about evil. Do you know what the reason is?"

Zhankong stepped onto a large level, and his eyes were staring at the holy city mages with extremely powerful deterrence.

"Death is nothing more than a brief fear and a momentary pain. No matter what you become after death, the little glory that makes you happy is insignificant compared to the torture in hell. Your descendants may regard you as respectable ancestors, but you know in your heart that if you give you another chance, you will not exchange the pity, ridiculous and pathetic glory at the cost of death. Living is really wonderful, and the pain after death will be as long as ten thousand years!"

The voice of Zhan Kong came into everyone's ears. This was the advice of a deceased emperor to the world!

Happy times are always very short, and painful times will be extremely long.

The ten thousand years that Zhan Kong said were actually longer than what he said.

These people who claim to be saints have never been to the Kingdom of Death, nor have they experienced the true taste of the dead. So now, let these living people experience the pain of the dead a little.

In the dark night, thousands of painful faces represent thousands of sorrow, suffering, sorrow, anger, hatred in the world... Those painful faces will be in line with each other, and choose people they feel similar to their experiences, so that they can feel their pain personally as if they were trapped in a dream.

Everyone will have an experience that makes people feel heart-wrenching and hoarse. This experience will be reviewed again in everyone's consciousness under the cloud of grimace...

Unfortunately, this so-called most painful experience. The soul scar that no one wants to uncover will be accompanied by the tomb pillow day and night after turning into a ghost. People need sleep and can forget some painful pasts. The sleep of the undead is to experience the misery that they have never forgotten for a long time before their lifetime!

One day, two days, one year, two years, one century, two centuries, one thousand years, two thousand years... will not stop!

So today I chose to die in the battle. Is that sad glory and that little glory of glory and the ancestors really worth it?

Zhan Kong continued to step up the stairs of the Holy Mansion. He not only wanted to defeat Michael, one of the strongest mankind, in terms of strength, but also wanted to trample his unwavering ideas under his feet.

Those who will respect and advocate sacrifice their lives are all people who have nothing to do with you. Those who truly care about you only hope that you will live well. Your death will bring them endless pain...

Nothing respects the people around you more than living well!

If you can still choose, Zhukong wants to be a coward.

He just wants to be a person who keeps his promises. Someone is waiting for him, so he goes to the appointment. She likes her eyes and uses her life to look at her to protect her.

Not like now!!

Not like now!!

It’s not like this one that is neither human nor ghost now!!

Memories are pain, and meetings are pain. I can’t even feel the beating of my heart when my eyes are connected, nor can I feel the warmth of snuggling with each other, let alone the passionate touch that is deep in love!!!

When I appeared in the holy city, I was not a hero like a cloud. I was just a ghost or a wronged soul. I was just a person I missed during my lifetime, but I was just unwilling to be revenge for the ugly...

If you are alive, if you are alive, nothing will be like this.

These stupid people!

I don't know how jealous he is of these people living.

It was really hard to suppress it, and he did not kill all living people in the world.
Chapter completed!