Chapter 180

Rahu and Hongjun had a cold war for several days.

One rests on the bed, and the other sits on a chair to make tea.

Rahu, who couldn't sit still by nature, tossed and turned on the bed, and he didn't feel sleepy. He glanced irritably at Hongjun who was sitting outside, stretched out his feet from the futon, and kicked his bare/bare feet fiercely into the formation that enveloped the carved wooden bed.

Under his terrifying force, the formation trembled.

"Buzz—"

The formation is worthy of being a means used by Hongjun to trap Rahu, and it is still supported under such a blow, and the force rebounds, shaking Rahu's foot bones numb.

Rahu rubbed his foot bones.

Before making such an action, his eyes quietly observed Hongjun from the corner of his eye.

The vermilion curtain couldn't block his sight, and he saw that he had liked the purple-clothed Taoist for countless years. The other party sat calmly in the sunniest place, looking out the window at Mount Meru. His room was facing the place with the best view, and at a glance, the mountains and cliffs, the flowers and plants all over the mountains were growing happily, the birds were singing, and the beasts were leisurely.

Luo Hu was slightly stunned, Hongjun would rather look at the scenery than look at him, is it in Hongjun's opinion, is it so excessive to fight for a place for Liansheng to listen to the sermon?

However, Lotus was the son he recognized.

Even if there is a mistake, the wrong object will have long since died, and except for a few of them Chaos Demon God, no one in the world will know about the relationship between Chaos Qinglian and Pangu and him.

It's definitely more than that......

Rahu's eyes flowed, and a thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

Confess.

His relationship with Hongjun, from the beginning to the confusion, comes from his "prophet" to the future. In the chaotic period when interests are the most important, it is not unimaginable for him to choose Hongjun, but after so many years, many cold calculations have softened.

At this moment, if he is with Hongjun in the name of Dao Ancestor, it is the biggest ridiculous thing in the world.

When will he sell himself for fame and fortune!

Rahu called, "Hongjun." ”

His voice after making up his mind revealed the sharpness of the sword as it unsheathed. Hongjun Pinming's movements paused slightly, as if listening to what he was going to say.

"Into my dreams, I tell you my secrets."

His crossing, his past, and...... In another torrent, he was written countless times with a sad end.

Demon Ancestor Rahu, suppressed forever.

No matter how he founded the Demon Dao, even if he was the pride of the sky, he was destined to not be able to take the road of Hongjun. And if he doesn't want to become a fallen Chaos Demon God, he can only become a Demon Ancestor, standing on the opposite side of the Heavenly Dao, and forming a situation of checks and balances with the Heavenly Dao.

This is his future.

Rahu closed his eyes, and the power of the Yuan Shen weaved his own dreams.

In his dream world, those who should have been sanctified had already been sanctified, and they had gone through three or four eons. The saints lived for thirty-three days, and the desolation was shattered into pieces, and the largest place was called the Earth Immortal Realm, and the smaller places automatically evolved into ordinary worlds.

Whether it's for the Earth Immortal Realm or the ordinary world-

The end of the law has arrived.

The monks who have advanced in cultivation do not live in seclusion, and the ordinary monks become active.

However, none of this has much to do with the world of ordinary people. In one of these small worlds, the legend of the Flood is written as a mythological story, becoming a hot theme, or being made into a TV series such as the Romance of the Gods.

Rahu used to like to read these myths and legends.

His family was wealthy, but he had congenital deficiencies, and his family was very considerate of his situation and gave him the right to control his time freely. Due to his poor health, he stayed at home all the year round to recuperate, and his hands were itchy, so he typed on the keyboard to write his fantasy plot.

This time, instead of writing on the computer, he held a pen and wrote a torrential outline in his notebook.

Chaos Demon God Tribulation.

The Great Tribulation.

Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, Lich Tribulation, God Tribulation......

and then to the later timeline, the ninety-nine-eighty-one catastrophe of Journey to the West is also a classic, belonging to the period of prosperity of Buddhism.

So many catastrophes that shocked the creatures of the desolation were easily written down on paper by him, and after writing, he commented with great interest: "The more you go to the back, the fewer you die——"

In Journey to the West, the Jade Emperor has shrunk behind, and he doesn't even have the courage to argue with the sage. Lao Tzu's good corpse, Taishang Laojun stayed in heaven as his alchemy lover, Yuan Shi and Tongtian did not come forward much, Tang Seng, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and so on became the protagonists of heaven and earth.

I have to say that because there is no confrontation between saints, there are very few dead creatures, and at most, those demons who have done a lot of evil have died.

The young man incarnated by Rahu stopped writing, and the dense content had been recorded in the notebook. He stretched his limbs to keep his muscles from stiffening, and then his chair turned to look out the glass window at the bustling world.

It was a very different world from the Flood.

Impetuous, suspicious.

People are full of strangeness and alienation, do not trust fate, do not pay attention to cause and effect, and it is enough to ensure their own interests. Occasionally, a small part of humanity will flicker, adding goodwill to the world and making people forget the indifference of this world.

In such a world, there is not a cultivator who has ascended to the earth immortal realm for a hundred years, and the mortal dust has covered the Dao heart with a thick layer of dust, making it impossible for people to transcend it.

The young man looked at the reflection on the glass window, gradually hooking his lips, and his eyes changed from an ordinary person to a chaotic demon god who looked down on all beings, and his evil and debauched smile made his weak body and pale face less important.

His presence is stronger than all!

No one can look away at this time!

He's the devil!

In the warm-colored bedroom, the young man leaned back in a chair, lazily picked up his small notebook and shook it, and asked the purple-clothed Taoist standing in the air outside the window.

"Hongjun, how is what I wrote?"

“……”

"Is there a difference between the future I know and the future you know?"

"It's not a big difference."

"Do you know where this content comes from?"

"I don't know."

"I had another memory before I became a Chaos Demon God incarnation, and in that memory, I was like this, with a short life."

The young man recounts the past as if nostalgic.

However, there was a smile in his eyes, and the empty look in his eyes had already made him a clear contrast with the original owner of this body. Or when he became Rahu, his fate was out of the realm of mortals, and he was the future Demon Ancestor!

"I was born many years later than you, and it was also because of this incident, otherwise in the Chaos Period, my cultivation would not be so much weaker than yours."

After crossing over, he cultivated for many years, and it was not until he faded from his mortal heart that he became a qualified Chaos Demon God.

In addition to the recollection, the young man suddenly threw his notebook out, and the notebook passed through the glass window out of thin air with lightning speed, and hit Hongjun's cold face!

In the dream world, he is the master!

"What kind of coffin face are you putting on me?" The young man raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes naturally revealed charm, "Outside, I'm too lazy to bother with you, lest Mount Meru be rebuilt again, but in the dream, if you want to divide and unite, you make it clear to me." ”

Hongjun took down what he smashed in his face, and he was not angry.

"I didn't say anything about separation."

In the past few days, he has not thought about a separation, but he is only in his heart, and he can't let him face Rahu calmly.

The young man sneered, "You don't seem to want to get back together with me. Standing up from his chair, he was dressed in a modern outfit, with white short sleeves and long black trousers, and he no longer had waist-length beautiful hair, nor did he have a peerless face.

No matter what it becomes, Rahu is still Rahu.

"If you don't want to continue with me, when I wake up, I'll get rid of the baby in my womb, saving you time and feelings."

"Rahu!"

"What's the use of shouting too loud."

Rahu pushed back the words, free and easy, and cold to the extreme.

Hongjun took a deep breath and understood Luo Hu's ability to choke people, if he continued to argue with Luo Hu, there would be no room for recovery at all.

"Rahu, there are some things you shouldn't say, I'll be very uncomfortable."

"So what."

Rahu stood with his arms crossed, his chin slightly raised, and that attitude angered Hongjun again.

When Hongjun was about to speak, the door was suddenly opened!

"Son, who are you talking to?"

A middle-aged woman walked in with a bowl of soup and slippers. She first glanced at the desktop computer on the table to make sure that her son was not addicted to the Internet, and then walked over to Rahu.

Rahu's indifferent and evil expression changed.

Oops, got the mother in my memory out!

He stepped forward quickly, and the curtains were drawn to block the Hongjun floating outside. With his back to the window, he smiled, "Mom, it's so late, what's the matter with me?" Glancing down at the medicinal soup in his memory, his lips were bitter, "I'll drink it later-"

You can't escape the fate of taking medicine anywhere!

It's a pity that the woman in front of her has already seen through her son's character, "No, drink it in front of me, I know you like to make some small movements." ”

She looked at Rahu with tolerance and affection, and Rahu's scalp was numb.

Picking up the medicine bowl, he smelled a smell of rushing to his nose, and his keen sense of smell amplified the taste hundreds of times. There seemed to be a mixture of star anise, cinnamon, and strange things like insect remains, which was terrifying.

Rahu drank it all in one gulp.

Tears flowed out, what a taste of nostalgia to the extreme!

When the woman saw that Rahu had finished drinking the medicine, she began to chatter. Those trivial things had long been thrown into the depths of his memory by Rahu, but under the woman's familiar voice, the memory was evoked and resurfaced in his mind.

A sigh broke Rahu's trance.

The woman said, "If you don't like girls, Mom doesn't mind if you find a man." ”

Luo Hu subconsciously asked, "Is it okay if you don't have offspring?" ”

The woman's smile was more helpless and a little guilty, and a few years ago, she understood her son's sexual orientation. She raised her hand and stroked her son's still pale face as an adult, "No, there is no one, as long as you are happy." ”

Rahu fell silent.

I was just talking about "abortion", and now I am facing such a topic-

He sensed the deep malice of the dream world towards him.

"Don't worry." Luo Hu glanced at the wrinkles at the corners of the woman's eyes, as well as the gray hair that could not be covered by hair dye, and finally chose to tell the truth, "I have a child, the other party does not have my surname, and I will leave the child to the other party to raise after birth." ”

Outside the window, Hongjun: "......"

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