Huo Ling'er's inner hatred was as deep as the sea, and he told Ling Xuanluo about the source of his hatred, and he was in tears. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Ling Xuanluo hoped that he was lying, deliberately fabricating facts in order to escape responsibility, but his intuition told him that every word that his fire dragon brother said was true.

The power of hatred can be regarded as the most powerful force in the world, and the person of hatred is like a huge magnet, which can absorb infinite killing energy from heaven and earth, and the greater the hatred, the stronger the suction.

Even if he is weak and powerless, once he is consumed by the desire for revenge, he will also embark on a path of no return - when the energy has been absorbed enough, he will turn into a state of release, and he will become a demon from a person, from murder to destruction, it is possible to do it, in short, a person who is controlled by hatred, will become evil.

Over the past thousand years, the experience of Huo Ling'er can be seen as such a process of absorption and release. A thousand years are by no means idle, and no one can predict how powerful the energy field he has generated from hatred has swelled so far.

What should he Ling Xuanluo do? Do you use meaningless comfort to help Xi Mutong clarify, or simply take this opportunity to fight alone to get rid of Huo Ling'er, so that the world will be peaceful once and for all?

Either way, he couldn't do it, and it was as if he had once again fallen into a game of death that made him powerless, so that his heart suddenly stopped beating, and his limbs were as rigid as a dead man, and he couldn't move for a while.

It is impossible for him to erase Xi Mutong's hatred for her for thousands of years for Xi Mutong in a few words.

With Wan Yu Jue, the opponent's Yuan-breaking bow can be turned into a child's toy, but at this moment, for some reason, the exercises are completely wiped out, and he is powerless to kill anyone.

The sky was empty and dead again, the dark clouds seemed to disperse slightly, and the sun was hesitating to burrow out of the clouds again. Ling Xuanluo stopped for a moment, his heart shook suddenly, and he came back to life again.

He looked at Huo Ling'er, his lips squirmed, and quietly called "brother", but this call, only in his heart, did not shout after all, he just said comfortingly: "Huo Ling'er, fate is arranged by God, but the path of fate can be created by yourself." Everyone has a life, and even if it is not good, it cannot be used as a reason to bring harm to the world. On the surface, I am indeed lucky to get so much love, but how much do you know about the hardships and hardships I have experienced during this period, and the trials of life? If you are willing to turn back, give up the Blue Wolf Alliance, and give up the war of annihilation, I am willing to be a real brother with you, and from now on, no matter what I have, you can get half of it!"

The tears on Huo Ling'er's face had dried up, and when he heard the word "brother" come out, he suddenly stretched out his arms and let out a sharp and weird laugh on his back to the sky.

The two of them talked for so long, and his voice was slightly more manly than at the beginning, but at this time, he lost control due to excessive excitement, and returned to the shrill eunuch voice, so that the sun, who was already bold enough to show his face, was frightened again, and "swished", and hid behind the dark clouds.

"Hahaha, Ling Xuanluo, how naïve you were when you were five years old, and how naïve you are now! A thousand years of mud and sand can be condensed into stubborn stones, and a thousand years of dead trees can be fossilized, and my hatred for a thousand years can be resolved overnight just by you talking a few words of nonsense, or like a beggar who gives alms to beggars, and promises me a little benefit? So in this matter, Xi Mutong was wrong, she was very wrong!"

"My aunt is wrong, or very wrong, if she can appease Huo Ling'er with love like she did to me, maybe the Six Realms War will not break out, and Huo Ling'er will not be co-opted by the evil forces and become their alliance leader......"

The cramping sensation in his chest rose again, and Ling Xuanluo didn't hold back this time after all, roared, and knelt on one knee on the Jiaoqiu Sword.

(To be continued.) )