After another seven days, at noon, Wangshu finally woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he touched his heart, and his empty chest did not rise and fall.

"Where's my heart?"

"I don't have a heart again?"

He remembered that he wanted to stop Cen Duxiao from killing, but he was unsuspectingly stabbed through the back with a sword, his heart was broken, and his heart would not beat again.

He lowered his thick eyelashes and sat on the bed in a daze.

Why?

He wanted to save the monks.

Why did those people stab him back? Why did they do this to him?

Just because he has the face of a demon venerable? just because he is the husband of the demon god?

He always felt that he was not Fuso, and he was not a god, so he never had the great ambition to save the common people like Fuso, and he did things with a clear conscience.

He only thinks that those people will only be wronged by the real murderer, and only by catching the real murderer can he solve the problem from the source.

But who cares who the real murderer is? People would rather believe that the murderer is Cen Duxiao.

Why did his kindness crush the dust, but it did not play a role in calming the grievances and hatred.

Should he not care if those people live or die in the first place, and should have let Cen Duxiao kill them all?

When is the time for revenge, and will he and Cen Duxiao keep killing or hiding?

It hurts, it hurts.

The empty chest hurt like flesh, and the pain spread to the limbs and to the internal organs.

He was chilling, cold like a needle piercing his whole body.

He could finally understand why Fusang returned to the Heavenly Dao, not only to protect Cen Duxiao, but also to be disappointed in the world.

The so-called good and evil are not mutually exclusive, and the dispute between man and demon cannot be resolved.

Fusang can't do it in the sky, how can he, an ordinary sword spirit, dissolve people's hatred of demons and demon gods?

Cen Duxiao looked at his pale and haggard face, and felt as if he had been stabbed in his heart.

"From now on, I will be your heart. ”

"Your heart is with me. Cen Duxiao comforted him and took out the bud-like heart, "I kept it very well. ”

Wangshu wanted to say that it wasn't his heart, but how could he say it?

If he told her the truth, she would leave without looking back, wouldn't he? He had nothing, he only had her, could he be selfish for once?

Cen Duxiao's eyes were teary, he felt distressed when he looked at it, he squeezed out a smile, "Ah Yan, I don't hurt anymore, I'm fine, don't be sad." ”

Cen Duxiao sat down and hugged him, hugging him so tightly, as if he had experienced a loss and regained, but fortunately it was just a false alarm, and he woke up.

She said in a slightly disgusted tone: "Fool!

Wangshu shuddered and asked, "You killed all those people?"

She wouldn't have killed everyone for him, would she?

He was very angry that those people would take revenge, but the culprit was not them, but the people who took advantage of them.

He has seen the power of the demon god in such a destructive way, it can shatter people's corpses into thousands of pieces, and shatter souls and never be reborn.

He suffered a heart damage but didn't lose his life, and those people had to pay such a terrible price for it?

No matter how disappointed he was, he couldn't bear it.

No matter how hateful those people are, no matter how guilty they are, they are excusable, and their sins will not be scattered.

Cen Duxiao nodded, and said indifferently: "I have destroyed the entire Long Hate Sect, and it is estimated that it will not be long before all the Immortal Sects will unite again to encircle and suppress me." ”

Wangshu's mind exploded, like a thunderbolt, he touched Cen Duxiao's face, and felt that she was so strange in front of him.

Killing hundreds of people is so easy to say, is she still the one who desperately wants to repair the cracks in the sky?

Is it true that the power of the demon god can't even be controlled by the demon god himself?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cen Duxiao's heart sank.

Is this living bodhisattva blaming her for being too cruel?

Will he, like those who hate her, think she's too dangerous to be alive?

But she didn't regret it at all, but was quite happy. She took revenge, Fuso woke up, and she had never had such a happy time.

She smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Are you scared of me?"

Wang Shu's face became serious: "You know that I won't be killed by mortals, why do you want to kill them all? You also killed other people who didn't participate in the Chang Hate Gate......?"

Cen Duxiao smiled evilly, she didn't feel that she was doing anything wrong, on the contrary, she was a little proud.

She didn't have the slightest worry about the predicament she would face in the future, how could she have an opponent in this world? No matter how many people would die in her hands, what was so terrible about everyone in this world being her enemy?

As long as she is by her side, everyone else will die, she will not deliberately go to anyone to trouble, but if trouble comes to the door, she will not hesitate to immediately cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

She will never be as kind as she used to be.

The way to life is spacious, but it is not with her, those people have to squeeze into the road of death, what can she do?

She can only satisfy them and send them to death!

She said slowly: "Yes, no one in the whole door of the Long Hate Gate can distinguish between right and wrong, they think you are dead, they still gloat, those pig heads should be damned." ”

Wangshu was in a complicated mood, like a thousand knots wrapped around the heart that was no longer beating.

He always understood that she regarded him as Fusang, and she would have such crazy actions.

She was avenging him, not for him.

She actually loves Fusang to the point of falling into the devil, how could Tiandao let her go?

She and Fusang are really each other's demons, each other's calamities, and the demons who can pull each other into the abyss.

One of them is the bright way of heaven and the other is the dark void, and since the beginning of the world, they have been opposed to each other.

Invisibly, the two of them have always been in deep love, and they should not and cannot love each other.

If they love each other, they can fall into the world in danger!

Was he wrong? Shouldn't he play Fuso to give her hope?

Heaven said that it was his fault, and he must not be wrong again.

Is Fuso really wrong? Is he wrong?

Wangshu was so confused that he didn't know how to choose.

As Wangshu, he really wants to stay by Cen Duxiao's side for the rest of his life, love her, and take care of her.

But as a heavenly sword born because of Fusang, he couldn't let Cen Duxiao be wrong again.

How could he stop Cen Duxiao from falling into the devil's path?

At the Pingjiang City Inn, he had tried his best to stop it, but it had the opposite effect and made things worse.

Wangshu let go of her hand, pinched her eyebrows, and said softly: "Ah Yan, you ...... Let's go out first, I want to be alone for a while. ”

"Are you really blaming me?" Cen Duxiao's pupils shrank, and her heart suddenly tightened.

Wangshu raised the corners of his lips and tried to make his tone sound unusual: "No, how can I blame you." ”

His tone was still gentle, but his smile was tired.

He was recovering from a serious illness, Cen Duxiao didn't want to be angry with him, and she didn't know him on the first day, didn't he lock her up for seven days because she killed the monks who besieged him in his previous life, and forced her to recite the secret of pure heart?

He hasn't changed, he's still him, she's still her.