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The words of the man in the Void Realm were still in his ears, but he no longer had the heart to think about the true meaning of those words. After all, even if he could figure it out, the person he cared about wouldn't show up again.

Bei Mingmo sat paralyzed on the empty hall where only he and 'Xue'er' were there, at this moment, he had no bloodthirsty coldness in the past, and the grief and helplessness in his eyes made people feel distressed.

The evil aura outside the Flame Demon Realm was scurrying around, the blood-red rain with a fishy smell leaked like a heavenly spring, and the entire Flame Demon Realm was filled with a mournful aura, which seemed to be his mood at the moment.

He smiled, without any warmth, and raised his hand to touch the 'woman' in front of him, this was his Xue'er, the only woman he had fallen in love with for tens of thousands of years.

He said: "Even though I have thousands of mana and all kinds of treasures, I can't protect you in the end. ”

"Hmm......" He closed his eyes bitterly, and a fiery red tear ran down his cheek and fell on the transparent 'ice coffin'.

He wiped it gently, looked at her who was quiet, and muttered to himself: "Xue'er, by the Lechuan River, the flowers are blooming on the other side." You said...... Thou shalt be with me unto the end...... Don't give up, but now, why do you leave me alone? Why? ”

Bei Mingmo gently stroked the love that was about to disappear, and it seemed that he couldn't get enough of it.

At this time, there was a slight coolness behind him, he didn't look back, just said coldly: "Come and stop me from saving Xue'er?" Then you don't have to waste your lips and tongues. ”

The other party didn't answer, just quietly fell behind Bei Mingmo and stood with his hands in his hands, no one knew what he was thinking.

Time passed little by little, the man hesitated to say something, he looked at Bei Mingmo, and said in a light tone: "So far, why can't you let go?" ”

"Hmph" Bei Mingmo snorted coldly, turned around, and looked at the indifferent person above the main hall.

The jade carving-like face, the long hair like ink, and the simple moire jade crown make the whole person handsome and unworldly.

Before that, he might just be an elder to him Bei Mingmo, an elder who had a delicate relationship with his parents.

But...... After that incident, the last trace of his connection with him turned into a monstrous resentment.

One gives everything for love, and the other gives up one for the world.

This ancient creation god, who has a beautiful posture comparable to himself, takes the common people of the world as his own responsibility, shoulders the responsibility of guarding the six worlds, does not enter the six realms of reincarnation, and does not refuse the trust of the divine realm.

In his eyes of Bei Mingmo, he is just a cold-blooded person who is more cold-blooded than himself.

"Puqing, put away your great benevolence and righteousness, it's nothing here in Benjun" He said coldly, a trace of blood oozed from his clenched fist, and it seemed that he had scratched his palm: "You should know that since you hurt Xue'er, there is no one in this world who cares." ”

After hearing this, Pu Qing paused slightly, with a little inexplicable emotion: "Bei Mingmo, do you know that Xue'er ...... what she doesn't want to see the most." ”

"Shut up," Bei Mingmo stood up angrily, interrupting the rhetoric that Pu Qing was about to say.

He looked at Pu Qing, his eyes were full of anger and fire, and his stunning face became bloodthirsty and terrifying.

"It's you who gave up her, and it's you who hurt her, you don't have this qualification," Bei Mingmo said ruthlessly, and the anger in his heart intensified: "You sent her to me a thousand years ago, but after a thousand years, you want to stop me from saving her?" ”

“……”

"Nothing to say?"

Bei Mingmo continued as if confiding: "She fell in love with you, and you blocked her memory; She saved me, but you destroyed her soul. It's a pity that she did something wrong, you are so cold-blooded and ruthless. The world says I'm arrogant and bloodthirsty, but who knows, I just want her to be okay. ”

"But," Bei Mingmo stepped forward, "Just this little prayer that you will all be destroyed, even the last trace of her soul will be wiped out, why...... Why are you so cold-blooded and ruthless? ”

Quietly waiting for him to finish, Puqing was inexplicable.

He looked up at the North Ink sitting on top of him, the man with the most beautiful face in the world, his sapphire eyes had turned a terrifying crimson.

This already gentle and elegant person has long since regained his former cold and bloodthirsty nature, which makes people lament inadvertently while being afraid.

He sighed and said helplessly: "The world is not guilty, why do you bother to go your own way and create sins." ”

"Sin?" Bei Mingmo felt ridiculous: "No matter what, didn't you force me, in the past, how could I really hurt anyone?" ”

"But you should know that in the past thousand years, you have forged the magic sword, which has caused the Six Realms to complain and flow rivers of blood, isn't that enough?"

"What's enough? Is it enough for you to destroy Cher's soul after hurting her? ”

"It was an accident."

"Accidents? Then who helped those damn people break into my Fire Demon Realm in the first place? Bei Mingmo roared, flicked his sleeves, and pushed down the candlestick beside him.

"This matter is indeed my negligence, but how can you go against the will of heaven and use the four great artifacts and the four great resentful spirits to help the demon sword to be born, endanger the common people, and ignore countless living beings in the world?"

Listening to these righteous words, Bei Mingmo smiled: "Hmph...... Thousands of living beings? Do you want me to be gracious now? But how could they ever be kind to Cher? Have you been kind to me? ”

"How can you implicate the world because of a few people's faults?"

"I've always been like this, don't you know?"

After speaking, he glanced at Puqing under the main hall, and turned around angrily: "As for you...... A thousand years ago, you had already scarred her, and today, a thousand years later, you really didn't even let go of a wisp of her soul? ”

After negotiating with him for thousands of years, Bei Mingmo still doesn't understand why Puqing is so cold-blooded, even if he treats the person he loves the most.

But the only thing he knows is that Cher has to be well.

Whether the world is guilty or not, what will happen, it has nothing to do with him and Cher, all he wants is for Xue'er to be good and live happily.

Looking at Bei Mingmo's emaciated back, Pu Qing didn't know how to say the next words.

He just stood there, motionless, not saying a word.

This Northern Ink was supposed to be the queen of the high-ranking Yan Emperor, but because of a moment of boredom, he casually accepted the Yan Demon Realm and became the master of this realm.

Since then, he has become a special existence between the demon and the Tao.

It's just that because it has been too long, everyone has forgotten that the Northern Stygian Ink is also an irreplaceable member of the Protoss.

Now, he has become like this, and he also has an unshirkable responsibility.

At the beginning, he promised Sister Lingxin to take care of their children, but he was derelict in his duties.

"Hey......" Pu Qing sighed lightly and lowered his head.

Bei Mingmo said: "You go, my mother won't want to see me do it with you." ”

"Northern Ink."

"I don't like to say it a second time," Bei Mingmo looked at him, and the patience in his heart was running out.

Pu Qing didn't speak, looking at him with complicated eyes, for some reason, it always seemed like he saw someone many years ago.

His overly cold eyes are frightening, but there is a natural elegance and dignity in him.

At the moment, this emotion sets this elegance almost indifferent, and the sadness that exudes from the whole body is even more suffocating.

Even the dignity of the divine realm and the realm of oneself has a sense of sadness from it.

The breeze blew into the hall, bypassed the beam, and stroked Bei Mingmo's cheek, making him calm down a little, but maybe he was tired.

In short, on the top of the quiet and infiltrating hall, the two magnificent men were silent.

After Puqing left, Bei Mingmo looked at the favorite of this life so stupidly, and he became an eternal trick if he was not paying attention in a trance.