"Ming'er, I was wrong, shall I admit my mistake to you? I was wrong back then, don't ruin Tianxiang Kingdom! Would you like to apologize to your father? This country has spent my whole life and is the support of our royal family! The emperor collapsed and knelt on the ground, looking at Ming Shiyin with great pity.

How could he, as a monarch, see that he had lost the country and the country was destroyed, and the emperor could not accept this reality, and it seemed that begging Ming Shiyin was the only thing he could do. He was like that one sentence after another admitting his mistakes, coming out of his mouth, hoping that Ming Shiyin would give up the idea of destroying the Tianxiang Kingdom.

"I don't have a father." Ming Shiyin said coldly, mourning is greater than heart death, his heart is dead.

Ming Shiyin told himself that the person in front of him was not his father, but just a monarch who was afraid of the death of the country. This person's confession is not really regretting his actions, but he just doesn't want to lose his country, it's as simple as that.

"You're crazy! You are crazy! Lose your marbles! The emperor raised his hand with wide eyes and pointed directly to Shiyin, and then continued to plead: "I have already confessed my mistake! Like you admit your mistake! Why don't you stop! What do you want me to do, you can stop! You can not destroy the Tianxiang Kingdom! ”

The Emperor seemed to age much older for a moment, and the last light in his cloudy eyes seemed to be extinguished. At this time, he felt that as long as Ming Shiyin gave him conditions, he would agree to everything he could, and he would keep the Tianxiang Kingdom and the foundation of the royal family.

"What do I want from you?" Ming Shiyin smiled coldly, and his lips were tied with words and said clearly: "I want the queen mother to come back to life, can you do it?" I want to go back in time, change my fate, and no longer experience nightmares, can you do it? The honorable monarch of the Heavenly Fragrance Country? ”

The Emperor's face turned pale, and he sat down heavily on the ground, the last hope in his eyes gone. He shook his head weakly and said in a dumb voice, "I can't do it... I can't do it..."

Ming Shiyin's white face looked so sad, and his eyes at this time were like mist on the top of the mountain at night, revealing such a piercing coldness. He knew that the emperor couldn't do it, how could there be something in this world that brought the dead back to life, and how could he turn back time?

His resentment and hatred could not be relieved, he hated his vicious brother, his ignorant father, and even more hated those indifferent people around him. When he was subjected to all kinds of abuse and torture, no one helped him escape. He deeply remembered that every night, the wound on his back was cracked, and the ghost peony ate his heart and lungs like this, drilling into his intestines, and the pain that lasted all night, every minute and every second, made him desperately want to die.

He hated that on the day of his mother's funeral, others locked him in prison, and nailed him to the stone wall of the prison with soul nails, he struggled so powerlessly and painfully, but in the end he couldn't see the last side of his mother.

The heavens forsake me, and I would rather become a demon!

Ming Shiyin frowned, his eyes suddenly focused, and the mark between his eyebrows suddenly emitted a strange light. The petals in the Bagua Returning Heavenly Instrument rotated at high speed and suddenly intertwined, but in a moment, the petals poured out of the magic weapon.

I saw that the ground of the main hall began to shake, and the beams of the hall creaked with a rumbling sound, and the vases placed on the bookshelves and tables in the hall staggered to the ground, and shattered with a clatter. The roof of the temple first began to collapse suddenly, and then the dust and ash began to fall from the place where the house had collapsed, and the yellow sand seemed to come from the sky, and it seemed to rain, and it did not stop.

The Emperor looked at the scene in disbelief, at the hall that was gradually collapsing. He was stunned at the moment, motionless, his face full of collapse and unacceptability and an indescribable expression.

The emperor's eyes looked at Ming Shiyin, who was casting spells, his eyes were dull, and he muttered in a low voice: "Ming'er, Ming'er, I am your father... Tianxiang Country is your hometown... Ming'er, I'm your father... When I was a kid, I hugged you..."

The yellow sand in the desert is overwhelming from the sky, like a monstrous wave, pouring down the country very quickly. The moment was fast, as if in a thought.

The country of Tianxiang disappeared, and it became a piece of yellow sand, but on that piece of yellow sand, stood two cacti looking at each other from afar. Ming Shiyin still did not kill the crown prince and the emperor in the end. He turned the seriously injured prince and the mentally broken emperor into two cacti, but they were hundreds of miles apart, and no one knew that the other party was alive and thought that the other party was dead.

Ming Shiyin said to the prince: Living is liberation, and life is the hardest.

He turned the prince into the most ugly cactus in the desert, unable to speak or move, just like that, desperately living on the desert yellow sand of the destroyed Tianxiang Kingdom. Tianxiangguo seems to have survived him, a lonely person, who can only look at this patch of yellow sand every day, even if he wants to die. If there is rain, he will suffer from the wind and rain, and if the sun comes out, he will be exposed to the sun, and his skin will be dried and cracked, so that he will wander on the edge of boundless loneliness and dry thirst.

Ming Shiyin felt that it was only fair to let the prince experience a life that was worse than death like him, extremely desperate and painful. Even if it is a few years, decades, hundreds of years, no one will ever find that the two cacti standing alone in the desert yellow sand are not plants, but living people.

It seems that only the torture lasts long enough to appease Ming Shiyin's hatred.

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The flowing clouds on the Cloud City were hazy, and Ming Shiyin fell down sharply at the far end, just at the moment when he fell to the ground and touched the bottom. His body was shattered into peony petals, which was a bit of a broken bone.

In just two seconds, those pink peony petals condensed into a beautiful man with a slender voice. Ming Shiyin just lay on the ground like that, looking at the floating clouds of Cloud City one after another. The thoughts in my mind are still stuck in the fallen Tianxiang Kingdom.

Ming Shiyin always felt that he would not regret everything he had done. Because there is no regret medicine in this world, even if he does something he regrets, he will force himself not to regret it, and he has suffered and experienced enough bad things.

Until one day, the Demon Venerable told him that there was a core buried deep under the ground of the King Continent. If you can gather the power of the twelve miracles on the King Continent, you can open the core. And there is an extremely powerful power in the core, how powerful is this power? The Demon Venerable said that he could live forever, rejuvenate, come back from the dead, and turn back time.

When Ming Shiyin heard that he had finally come back from the dead and turned back time, his heart trembled.