will never cry.

Or rather, he didn't even think that the word "crying" would have anything to do with him.

And what he didn't even think about was that he would cry tears so uncontrollably for the same person.

I'm done.

Looking at his green but restrained right hand that was pressed against Changsheng's waist, the thought suddenly crossed his mind without sorrow or joy.

No, I'm done a long time ago.

Jiang Jue gently tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he casually licked the bitter liquid that crossed the corners of his lips.

Maybe he could still stand behind Changsheng alone, calmly and self-controllingly watching Changsheng become stronger step by step, but when Changsheng was pierced by the sword, everything was different.

That sword made him think he had lost everything, and that sword also led him to the real end.

It cut off not only his reason, but also his forbearance, his arrogance, his restraint, and his madness.

The only thing left for him by that sword was a boundless despair.

Even if he lived forever and did not die, the powerlessness and despair that could not be protected by anything were still deeply rooted in the heart of the general.

At the same time, this almost morbid emotion is generally entangled in his love for immortality, causing this love to spread unscrupulously and grow wildly, and in a few moments it has flourished and covered the sky.

He will never admit the growing love in his heart, but he can't understand why he unconsciously shed tears when he heard the voice of immortality in the illusion.

But today, when he wept again, he suddenly understood.

The first time he shed tears, it wasn't entirely for the loss of his love that he had regained for this overly romantic reason.

The first time he shed tears, it was only because he was sober.

He had never been so aware of the fact that the people with whom he had been deeply involved had long since died. In this huge three thousand worlds, there is no place for him except for the immortal's side.

From then on, immortality was his only obsession, all the erotic madness of his life.

At that time he did not understand this desperate mourning, but his body did, so he shed tears without warning.

Unlike the ignorance last time, this time it will be absolutely clear that he is completely finished.

Changsheng just said "I just want to save you", and he has already lost his armor and collapsed.

Jiang never thought that if he just fell in love with Changsheng's handsome face, he still had a way out. But at this moment, he found that what he fell in love with was Changsheng's slightly hot soul.

What does this mean?

Gaze down on the immortal pale neck. After half a sound, he slowly opened his mouth, and then bit it down like a beast.

Sticky blood gushed out in an instant, and the scorching blood mixed with salty tears sank into the throat of the general, burning his heart that had been silent for a hundred years little by little.

"Shhh...... Are you a dog?!"

After Changsheng was suddenly bitten, he reflexively throbbed. He subconsciously pushed Jiang Jue away and wanted to retreat, but he suddenly froze his movements after looking at Jiang Jue.

At that moment, Jiang's eyes were filled with ferocity that made his scalp tingle.

This man is like a fierce beast trapped in a cage, both crazy and unruly.

However, the ferocity did not last long. When Jiang Jue raised his right hand full of spiritual power and stroked the wound on his neck to help Changsheng heal, the ferocity overflowing in his eyes also faded inch by inch, and finally returned to calm.

It's just that under this calm, whether what is hidden is silence and tranquility or a violent storm, only he knows clearly.

"Hmm. I belong to dogs. Shoje stared at the blood stained on his fingertips when he had just healed the wound, and then lowered his head and licked it carelessly.

Maybe his way of licking blood was too natural, or his tone of voice was too calm, so that Changsheng didn't know what to say for a while.

Jiang Jue didn't look at Changsheng at this time, his gaze crossed the window and fell to the vast sky outside the window.

It's half sunset. The whole sky seemed to be burning with flames, looking at the surging heat, but the hands were cold.

It's like an immortal soul. The soul he longed for and was deeply obsessed with.

What does this mean exactly?

Shogun retracted his gaze and smiled silently.

This means that he has nowhere to hide and no way to escape.

"Forget it...... Changsheng didn't know what kind of madness Jiang Jue was going on again, he simply turned around and picked up the spirit card on the table that kept receiving the latest messages, and saw if there was any valuable news in it.

"Your Excellency Changsheng, please forgive me for taking the liberty of disturbing you. In Xia Shanglu, he is one of the people in charge of the small thousand world sect competition, mainly responsible for the publicity of the entire big competition. Tomorrow, we will conduct an exclusive interview with the top 100 monks of the sect in Yaoguang Restaurant, if you are free tomorrow, I hope you can come on time. As for the reward for this interview, I have already entered your spirit card in advance, and I hope you will accept it with a smile. ”

Changsheng read out this message casually in a casual tone, and then he glanced at the one million spirit coins on the message, and couldn't help but sigh that the sect was more wealthy than the organizer.

As for the arrogance behind this wealth, Changsheng directly ignored the past, so as not to make himself uncomfortable.

"Interview, are you going?" At this time, Jiang Jue had already calmed down, and after hearing the word "interview", he immediately frowned in annoyance.

He's always hated these messy and time-wasting things. In the eyes of the generals, these sects have no other skills, that is, there are many moths.

"Go. Why don't you go? The so-called crowd is full of money, accumulating and destroying bones, and vice versa. There's nothing wrong with finding an opportunity to add a little fame to yourself. ”

Changsheng said easily, but when he said this, his eyes were still fixed on the message, as if he was quietly pondering something.

"What's the matter? There's something wrong with this interview?" he asked subconsciously as he noticed the abnormality of the immortal life.

"I just think...... The timing of this interview was a little incorrect. ”

Changsheng's fingertips tapped the spirit card irregularly, as if considering words.

"Xiaoqian World Sect Dabi does have a tradition of exclusive interviews, but in the past, the organizers sent people to interview the top 10 contestants before the final finals, so as to mobilize the audience's enthusiasm for guessing the champions, runners-up and third runners-up, and then increase the ratings of the entire Dabi. ”

"The people of the Middle Thousand Worlds have always been the most important rules, so I've been wondering why they suddenly broke the tradition?"

Changsheng slowly frowned as he spoke, and his pale and handsome face gradually turned cold.

"I'm more inclined to ...... than the organizer's innovative explanation The next big match is not 100 into 10, it may be the final directly. ”

"After all, the organizers of the Zhongqian World dared to let the contestants fight in real life before, and it is not impossible to continue this mode of real body transmission in the next game. ”

If this is the case, the organizers can arrange one to ten according to the number of people killed, and directly determine the champions, runners-up and third runners-up of this competition. In this way, it is pointless to interview the top 10 after the big competition, or to continue to play the final of the top 10 when the rankings are already in place. ”

"Of course, that's just my guess. Maybe the organizers are really just brainstorming...... Well, I mean, maybe the organizers are really just being innovative, which is why they invited so many people to do interviews at once. Changsheng said rather indifferently.

He doesn't really care much about what the organizers really want to do, because no matter what the organizers want to do, he will never lose to anyone.

After eating so many natural treasures and comprehending the unique sword moves, he still has this confidence.

But self-confidence is self-confidence, and he still has to do the preparation that should be done.

Thinking of this, Changsheng neatly conjured a bouquet of pale flowers and put it on the table.

At this time, the table was still covered with the paint he had found when he was painting, and Changsheng glanced at it and quickly picked out a color, then picked up a paintbrush and smeared it on the petals.