Jiang Nanjun was entangled in severe pain, his brain was blank, and he almost stabbed him to death with a sword, but Yin Yan's red sword light woke him up and stained him with the sword, and the fire and blood of the derangement made him realize that he had almost made a big mistake, so he hurriedly put away the sword. After the pen and fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info sobered up, the hatred for the caracia gradually subsided.

His reaction was by no means the result he wanted, he would rather be hated by him to the bone marrow, as long as he finally agreed to take over the seal of the demon king, but it backfired.

He let go in a panic, and Jiang Nanjun also let go of the hilt of the sword at this time, and the spirit sword lost its support, making a crisp sound of "dangchang", and fell to the stone brick floor of the tomb.

"Don't, Jiang Nan Zimo, you have to hate me! I deceive you so cruelly, persecute you, and threaten you, you must just want to cut me with a thousand knives! Pick up your sword and say you hate me!"

The entire secret room was shaking with the roar of annihilation, but Jiang Nanjun was indifferent, letting the tears fall one by one, only looking up at the gray and black beam on the roof of the room, burying his head in the crook of his arm, and spitting out two words, "no hate".

At this moment, the secret room fell into an eerie silence, the caracal stopped roaring, no one spoke, and the four of them were so light that they couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.

But the air was so cold, so cold that it seemed that there were countless ghosts, swarming in from outside the door, with gusts of wind, wafting around them, even if they had been prancing horses all their lives, brave and fearless, at this moment, they all felt shuddering.

The caracal crouched on the low table, motionless, as if dead. After a long time, he suddenly let out a low sob, sobbing to shatter the hideousness that had been maintained for a long time, and let the righteous and empathetic Northern Fox Monk Yu Feng in the past return to him.

The most vicious method he could think of to deal with Jiang Nanjun was to induce his demon dragon poison. But he has been hurt like this, and all he has gotten is two simple words: no hate.

He should be disappointed, even hopeless.

These two words, announcing that he was the invincible demon king in the world, had become a defeated soldier under a mortal. But why did he not feel a sense of frustration, but a little more pride in his sad heart? Not only that, but along with the pride, there was also a sense of warmth......

He forced himself to use more despicable means to swear not to give up until he achieved his goal, but his self-proclaimed indestructible thoughts, under the effect of the word "no hate", became vulnerable, and the evil in his ears, urging him to continue to torture Jiang Nanjun's voice, also seemed insincere. He secretly uttered a spell with tears in his eyes, and repressed the demon dragon poison.

Jiang Nanjun's leg suddenly stopped hurting.

Of course, he understood what the reason was, he raised his head from between his knees, barely crawled into the pool of blood, shook his stiff legs, and was about to leave the secret room, but he heard the caracal call him behind him: "Big brother......"

After a fierce battle, he was still willing to call him "big brother", and that voice was no longer weird and stiff just now, but re-revealed the natural sound of the past, strings through the fingertips.

Hearing this call, Ghost District and Ling Xuanluo raised their heads excitedly at the same time. The storm had subsided, and they didn't need to try to pull the two apart, so they retreated to a corner of the chamber with their eyes red and swollen.

Jiang Nanjun couldn't bear to go, stopped, but didn't turn around.

Wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, ignored whether he could see himself, and smiled at him: "My brother is leaving, how can I bear to leave my brother in the world and continue to be poisoned by the demon dragon? Once the toxins are removed, you will be able to fulfill your wish for a hundred years, and enjoy an ordinary and happy life like ordinary people, and then move on to the next life. ”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nanjun turned around blankly. (To be continued.) )