The feelings that could not be received from the response finally became hopeless unrequited love, and from then on, the priest no longer dared to approach the goddess, but just watched from a distance, and carefully put her in his heart, not daring to have any trace of neglect. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Until one day, the goddess became interested in that new world, and the priest who was obsessed with the goddess seemed to have found an opportunity.

So, the unrequited priest followed the goddess to the lower realm again and again.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, and the gods who secretly went to the lower realm were finally discovered, and what was discovered with them was the unspeakable mind.

Mi Xi and Pangu are not as good at talking as Feng Lixi.

Those who dare to covet the goddess are not exaggerated in the eyes of the two of them.

"I will deal with the affairs of my own temple. ”

The goddess rejected the proposal of the two gods with a cold face, but it did not mean that this was a victory for the gods.

Blasphemy.

When such a crime is detained on his head, the priest knows that he is finished.

It's all over.

"I like it the most, the king. ”

The souls that were beaten into eighty-one were scattered in all directions, and each of them had to go through the catastrophe of ninety-nine eighty-one lifetimes before they would completely turn into nothingness.

It can be said that it is not ruthless, but for the high goddess, what she has lost is just a divine servant.

A god who dies and can be recreated.

It's like the servants in the Mixi Palace who can be changed at will when they die.

Shen Yuheng looked at the man trapped in chains with pity.

It's an infatuation, so what?

is a relationship that is destined to not get a response, but he still allows himself to fall, who can blame?

"It's a pity, I'm not Kamorishi. ”

Shen Yuheng looked at the man with a smile.

This man should be one of the ninety-nine eighty-one divine soul fragments, but this kind of infatuation is used in the wrong place.

I'm afraid that no one wants this almost pathological infatuation.

The man's tongue was pinched with disgust, and a pair of good-looking eyebrows were wrinkled, but those eyes were looking at Shen Yuheng, as if Shen Yuheng was out, and no one was worthy of his more look.

"Because I like it, I want to pull her off the altar, blasphemy, I really don't blame you. ”

Shen Yuheng shook his head, Feng Lixi's temperament is compassionate, if it is just this unrequited love, where can Feng Lixi be so angry?

The man's face turned pale, but looking at Shen Yuheng's gaze, he became more and more obsessed, as if Shen Yuheng was the only one left in his eyes.

"Favorite, Your Majesty. ”

Because his tongue was pinched, the man's voice was indistinct, but Shen Yuheng could hear it clearly.

"You spirit, it's time to disperse. ”

Shen Yuheng lowered his eyes and began to accumulate strength in his hands.

The man should have died a long time ago, but now he is just dying with an obsession until now, eighty-one souls, all of which are broken.

Death is a long-overdue ending for men.

Ambiguous and stunned as he looked at Shen Yuheng and directly broke up the man's body, this man already had one breath left, but now he asked Shen Yuheng to completely disperse it with one palm, how could he not be surprised.

It's just that he was surprised, but he couldn't blame Shen Yuheng or others for a person who was a stranger, so he clapped his palms and hurriedly followed behind Shen Yuheng.

Shen Yuheng lowered his eyes, the expression in his eyes was dark and uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking of now.

I don't know how many people regard her as Feng Lixi, so how many of these people are close to her just because she is Shen Yuheng?

As soon as he thought of this, Shen Yuheng felt a full sense of powerlessness.

The indistinguishable sincerity and falsehood made her feel extremely tired.

This man recognized her as Kazalihi, and the affection and possessiveness in his eyes were all born because of Kazauriki.

So...... What about Yukichishi?

The memories that connected her made it clear to her why the man was so affectionate to her.

That kind of affection, is it just Xue Qianzhong's deep affection for Shen Yuheng, or is it because he once loved Feng Lixi so deeply?

Shen Yuheng didn't know, and there was no way to ask him at this time.

Affectionate or not, it's all in the past.

***

The whole world is only a patch of yellow, both under the feet and overhead, there is a vast expanse of yellow sand.

Wings didn't know how long he had been in this unchanging world, but the world seemed to have no end, and he couldn't even tell if he was moving forward or just standing still.

The endless run gradually drained his physical strength, his dry lips had cracked, and red blood oozed from the cracks on his lips, revealing a strange hideousness.

Will they die here?

Crazy Wing didn't know if he would die, but in this boundless running, his fighting spirit had gradually been smoothed out.

In such an unchanging world, no one can last long.

His legs seemed to be filled with lead, and the wings behind him had been torn by the wind with countless scars, and behind him were feathers and blood that fell to the ground.

Stop?

Or do you just run until the end of time?

Is this just like this, quietly dying in the yellow sand?

Wild Wing was not reconciled.

Although death is the ultimate fate, it does not mean that he can accept that he will die like this.

Thinking of his dead people, of his destroyed homeland, of the wings falling in the wind, Wild Wing couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

The hatred for the ape demon clan and the sadness for everything he had lost made the expression on his face look a little hideous.

The Swift Clan is gone, the Flame Mountain is gone, and everything that Wings have is gone.

"I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling!"

Crazy Wing's hands were clenched into fists, and there was one low roar after another in his throat, and the unwillingness to make him look extremely terrifying.

The color of blood spread under his feet.

The soles of his feet, which had been exposed because he had been running for too long, made him look like he had become a dead man, and the flames that gradually spread from Wild Wing's body made the wind around him feel uneasy, and it gradually subsided.

"The gods listen to me, burn the soul!"

A deep voice came from the throat of the man standing in the middle of the sand, and in the blink of an eye, the fire began to spread over the man's body.

A sonic boom came from the man's body, and the fire completely engulfed the man's figure in an instant.

The wind and sand flew again, but the figure of the man had completely disappeared in the flames, as if it had never existed.

In the distant Valley of Flames, the man covered in flames suddenly stood up and looked in disbelief at the fading lines in his palm.

The power of the believer's faith would manifest itself in the palm of his hand, but now this pattern is gone, either the believer is no longer believers, or the believer is dead.

Either way, it was unacceptable to him.

"To the Flame Mountain!"