The wicked child climbed on top of Aoin's head, he covered Aoin's emerald eyes with both hands, and smiled evilly at me, "Run away! As long as you flee from the East China Sea, your loved ones and your faithful will die because of you." ”

"I hate threats the most!" Under the surge of anger, the Xuanyuan sword at my waist made a sound like a snake's tail, and it came out of its sheath unexpectedly, and the blade as thin as a cicada's wings slashed towards the child's body.

Ding——

Zhizi used his sharp nails to resist the attack of the Xuanyuan sword, his index finger was split in half by the blade, and the flesh was pulled to both sides, leaving only the meridians on the hand bones twitching slightly.

Li Musang looked deep and walked towards the child, "Let me go, possess me!"

The childish child withdrew his hand, and then jumped off the shoulder of Aoyin, directly past Li Musang, and the sharp nails grabbed at my abdomen.

In the next moment, pale golden sword qi flowed out of my sleeve, and he couldn't dodge, tiptoe to the ground, and retreated sharply.

"I can't do it!" I snorted, the sword light rose into the sky, and the Xuanyuan Sword held three sword flowers in the air, stabbing him straight into the eyebrows.

His expression didn't change, and he hurriedly flashed to the side, and a backflip landed firmly on Qingshuang's shoulder.

He clasped Qingshuang's neck with both hands and looked at me smugly, "You'd better not do it, or she won't survive." ”

I watched his neat and ruthless technique, and was sure that if I took another step forward, Qingshuang's neck would be twisted into a twist by him.

Putting away my sword, I spread my hands and looked at him coldly, "What are you going to do?"

"The temple is dead, if you obediently sacrifice the young god, the mother god's food power will be greatly increased, and it is not impossible to leave your vain body to survive. "The child's evil spirit is pressing, and the black qi around him is constantly spreading.

On the surface of the East China Sea, the bright red sun was covered by dark clouds, and I could feel that there was also a bitter bloody battle in the clouds, a contest between good and evil.

Despite my own difficult situation, I still raised my eyes to look at the strange dark clouds in the sky on the sea, and I only hoped that the red sun would finally break through the clouds.

After a while, the evil spirit of the childish man became even worse, and all the soldiers in the East China Sea lost their minds, and rushed towards me with their teeth and claws, and the sound of abuse was endless.

"The demon girl sings, and her life is hard. His Royal Highness is dead, and the young god should be punished!"

I amplified my voice infinitely with my mighty divine power, and even at home and abroad, the tide was ups and downs, "There is no way in the world, and His Royal Highness is martyred." At present, the East China Sea is in danger. Soldiers, open your eyes and take a good look at the reckless waters of the East and the rest of the world, with the blood and sweat of you and me! How can hundreds of years of hard work fall short in the hands of you and me? Evil is born from the heart, and the situation changes with the heart. There is no righteousness in the world, but there is love in the world. Everyone, awaken!"

As the words fell, the hideousness on the faces of the East China Sea soldiers turned into struggles, and everyone present was playing with the evil qi that invaded the body.

I looked at them nervously, and I was always afraid that the East China Sea Empire, which I had single-handedly created, would be burned in my hands.

Fortunately, the soldiers came to their senses one after another, and the insults stopped abruptly.

At this time, Qinghui was late, she carried the Donghuang Bell in one hand and grabbed the child into her arms with the other.

She looked at me calmly, an innocent smile on her cold face.

I watched her as carefree as she had when I first met, and I was stunned for a while, as if she were in a lifetime.

A trace of regret appeared on Qinghui's face, "Holy Maiden, I'm afraid I won't be able to witness the birth of the young god." Hold on, Your Highness will eventually return!"

I vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Qinghui, and hurriedly ran towards her, "Qinghui, don't do stupid things!"

Qinghui turned a deaf ear and moved his gaze to Li Musang, "Promise me to live well." If there is an afterlife, may we meet again. ”

The Eastern Emperor Bell fell heavily, enveloping Qinghui and the child.

I rang the bell with my bare hands, and the feeling of losing a loved one made me feel on the verge of collapse again.

Li Musang hit the clock with his body, but the Donghuang Bell is a magnificent artifact, and no matter how hard he tries his best, he can't shake the Donghuang Bell in the slightest.

Qinghui's voice came from under the bell, "Sister Qingshuang, thank you for taking care of you for many years. Qinghui is not sensible, I always didn't know my sister's love when I was young, so say goodbye to Sister Qingmo and Sister Qingyu for me. ”

Qingshuang hid his face and cried bitterly, "Qinghui, there is no endless road in the sky, you come out!"

"It's useless. On the day my son was born, I had a dream in which I had foreseen my end. He has been parasitic in my body for months, and he has been in harmony with my blood and bones, and only when I am dead can my son be completely destroyed. Qinghui was very calm, as if he was telling an inconsequential matter.

But we outside the Donghuang Bell are scratching our hearts and lungs and feeling uncomfortable.

She did nothing wrong, she was kind and optimistic, why did she suffer such a catastrophe?

Inside the Eastern Emperor Bell, the childish child finally began to panic. He began to perform bitter tricks, making a baby's cry in an attempt to arouse Qinghui's motherhood.

"The past is a mayfly, and the water flows, and the wind sinks to the bottom, and there will be no time after that. Qinghui's voice swirled inside and outside the Donghuang Bell, and finally disappeared in the Miaomiao Sea.

Waiting for Li Musang to carry the Donghuang Bell, Qinghui hugged the child, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The scene where she held a bowl of whip soup and asked me to drink it is still fresh in my memory, and she is so vivid and interesting in my memory. But why did she turn into a cold corpse in the blink of an eye?

Li Musang was silent, holding her with the dead baby in her arms, and her hoarse voice revealed endless desolation, "I'll take you home." ”

Li Musang slowly walked out of the East China Sea, leaving only a lonely back.

Behind him, thousands of soldiers mourned for Qinghui.

It's a pity that Qinghui can't come back.

The red sun broke through the clouds, like Rong Ji's calloused hands, brushing away the crystal tears on my face. I looked up at the red sun, which was soft and warm as it should have been.

Suddenly, I seemed to see Rong Ji flash in the red sun.

Rubbing my eyes, I smiled bitterly, "If I had a choice, I would have liked to be the one who died." In this way, the bitter lovesickness can no longer defeat me. ”

Dearest, dearest, departed one by one, as if they had never come, and there was no trace.

More than a month later, I sat on the shore of the East China Sea, holding the wolf king pen in my hand, painting the mountains and rivers of the continent, painting rare and exotic beasts, painting a piece of birds and flowers, painting a piece of quiet time, and no longer painting tolerance.

Bathed in the warm sun, the whole body is warm.

Suddenly, my huge belly began to ache sharply, and the little kicking made me extremely uncomfortable.

I threw away my paintbrush, held my stomach with one hand, and nervously asked the little girl, "Are you uncomfortable?"

The little obedient complained, "Mother, the little obedient told you, today is the day of the little obedient coming into the world, have you forgotten?"

Another sharp pain came, and I convulsed all over my body and collapsed on the shore of the East China Sea, unconscious.