The scenes and tragedies hit the hero's consciousness with blood, making his heart suffocated and his face full of tears.

He didn't know the person in the picture, but he knew that they were Yingfa's parents, wives and daughters, close friends and relatives.

Pain and hatred distort Yingfa's soul, the sun is gone, and only darkness remains.

With a long sigh, the hero took out his memory, and the picture changed.

On the grass, a fat white child stood alone for the first time; in the room, a beautiful child was being spanked.

On summer nights, my mother gently swears in the cool breeze; in winter mornings, my father uses a stick to urge him to practice.

The little maid always looks intently, her big eyes are dark and bright; there are endless delicious foods in her sisters' pockets.

The beautiful girl was lying in her arms and cried and laughing; the beautiful girl called the teacher sweetly; the soft woman was tangled like water; the willful girl shouted that she liked you the most.

There is an old white bearded man hugging left and right in the brothel; the handsome young man with a poker face says you are bored; the plump and seductive woman looks pious; the bald man shyly says he is married; the ordinary guy kneels on one knee and follows him to the death.

The furry fox, the stubborn boy, the yellow-haired girl with sparse hair, and the sheep-headed monster with blood and tears...

There is no hatred, no enemies, only beauty.

Even the heart-wrenching pain and the anger soared into the sky did not hide the slightest warmth and sunshine.

Hate melted like snow, pain turned into stardust, Yingfa sighed like sudden and liberation, saying nothing.

The body regained consciousness, the hero took a deep breath, wiped away the tears from his face, stretched out his finger and pointed it into the void in front of him, as if it was on the water surface, ripples spread, and a piece of completely transparent glass emerged and fell into his hands.

The glass is round, with a diameter of only half a foot, and one side is transparent. When turned over, it clearly reflects the hero's face.

Transparency is the essence, mirrored as illusion, and this Yin-Yang Mirror actually has a bit of materialistic dialecticism.

I don’t have the time to study how to use a mirror now. The hero turned around and smiled brightly at Tian Wanxi and Wu Que'er.

"it's over."

"teacher!"

This time, Tian Wanxi was one step faster than Wu Que'er and firmly occupied his arms.

This made Wu Que'er pout and she wanted to release a poisonous snake to bite her seventeen or eighteen bites.

"Okay, okay, just hug me, don't be too greedy." patted Tian Wanxi's back, and the hero said softly, "This is not a place to talk, so let's go out first..."

The words came to an abrupt end. He suddenly pushed Tian Wanxi away, his face showed horror and pain, and he staggered back two steps, covering his chest.

"Brother Xiong, why are you..."

The surprised Wu Que'er caught a glimpse of Tian Wanxi holding a dagger in her hand, and blood dripped from the tip of the dagger.

"You're crazy if you're surnamed Tian?"

Wu Que'er was shocked and angry, and raised her hand and wanted to release poisonous insects, but the hero stopped him and said, "Qi'er, now she... is not Wan'er."

Tian Wanxi laughed loudly from the depths of her throat, raised her face, and her beautiful face did not change at all, but her expression was much stiffer, and the light in her eyes flashed constantly.

"I'm back! I'm finally back!"

A sense of inviolable sacredness and nobility erupted from her body. Whether it was Wu Que'er, Wu Yuan'er and Shangguan Shuanghua, they couldn't help but kneel down and bowed their heads to worship.

"Which god are you?" the hero asked with a dark face.

With a finger, Tian Wanxi's yin and yang glasses in his arms flew over and rotated smoothly at her fingertips.

"What do you think?"

"Shaohao?" The hero was shocked, "You... are you a goddess?"

"Rareless!" Tian Wanxi's eyes were majestic, "God is God, and there was never a distinction between genders. The so-called men and women are just the imagination of those ordinary people."

The hero slowly narrowed his eyes: "How is Tian Wanxi?"

Shaohao snorted coldly: "This woman's body is the container of my reincarnation, and it is just a soul. It has no meaning. Dissipation is her only ending."

"In other words, her soul is still there!"

Shaohao was stunned and keenly discovered something was wrong, but before he could think, the hero suddenly raised his hand, aimed his palm at him, and shouted: "Slaying!"

A ball of black mist visible to the naked eye squirted out from his palms, instantly covering Shaohao's head and face.

"This... Taiyin? Stop! Stop! I am a god! Shaohao, one of the nine gods! You can't... You are blasphemous, it's the sin of eternal fall into purgatory. Stop! Stop..."

Shaohao fell to the ground with his head in his arms, his expression ferociously, and he struggled and shouted violently.

The hero's divine power continued, and black mist continued to spray on Shaohao's body, wrapping him tightly and slowly penetrated.

Gradually, Shaohao's voice became weaker, and his shouting turned into murmurs. His speech began to be unclear, and his body stopped moving in a short while.

With a plop, the hero sat weakly on the ground. Seeing that the red gems on the star and moon plate in his consciousness were almost dull, he couldn't help but wiped his forehead with cold sweat in fear, and murmured in his heart: "Thank you, Yu'er. If it weren't for your unlocking and the villagers, my brother would be finished today."

Of course, he also understood that the biggest reason why Shaohao was able to sleep so easily was that he had just woken up, his divine power had not been restored, and he had not yet regained his divine nature.

Otherwise, even if he has the Star Moon Disc and the God-killing Sword, it would probably not be enough for others to breathe.

"Brother Xiong, how are you?"

Wu Que'er rushed to him, her eyes filled with tears.

"It's okay," the hero smiled and pulled open his collar, revealing a brown leather vest inside. "This is called Kui Jia, which can block the sharp blade power of the seventh and eighth-grade masters.

Although Wan'er's dagger was sharp, it only stabbed in one small part, and the skin was damaged and it didn't hurt."

Wu Que'er then felt relieved, took off his upper clothes, took out the ointment, and carefully cleaned and applied the wound on his heart.

"Brother, what's going on? Why did the one named Tian suddenly become... that's really the god of deceit, Shao Hao?"

After confirming that Tian Wanxi was just in a coma, the hero let down and looked at the girl with pity, saying, "There is a big secret involved, which cannot be explained clearly in just one sentence or two. Let's talk about it after you go out!"

"Feeling at your appearance, you obviously won't take your anger on her!"

"Why should I take my anger on her? It's not her fault that God forcibly occupied her body."

"You... have a limit to being a bad person, right?" Wu Que'er was very angry, "It was wrong for her along the way. Even if she likes you, she is still feeling guilty.

So it was obvious that she knew that there was a god living in her body, and that the scene just now would happen in the end.

Remember her begging you to accept her here? That's the evidence!
Chapter completed!