Cen Duxiao looked up at Wangshu, who frowned between her eyebrows because of anxiety, as if time and space were out of order, and her past life and this life overlapped, making her unable to tell what day and night it was.

It all happened so suddenly, she wasn't sure who he was in front of her?

Is it Wangshu, is it Fusang? Is it all him?

Five hundred and twenty years later, the scene is strikingly similar.

In his previous life, he hugged her to block the heavenly punishment for her, he was scarred and his body was incomplete, and his white clothes were dyed bloody.

The dazzling scene was like a sharp knife piercing her lungs and piercing her heart, making her dizzy and chills.

In this life, it's like that again!

A sword pierced the heart twice, and the heavens punished him three times! The little bit of warmth she brought to him should have been wiped out by the bloody wounds.

But why, did he still save her?

The heavens poured like a shower, hitting Wangshu one after another, and he was covered in golden light, and he could hear the sound of metal shattering.

Cen Duxiao burst into tears and said in a trembling voice: "Heaven can't hurt me, what are you going to do!

Wangshu still hugged her tightly, she was moved in her heart, and at the same time she was so distressed that she couldn't breathe, "Did my slap make you stupid!"

This time, she can't let him get hurt again!

In my previous life, I was not strong enough, and I would only cause you to drag you back.

In this life, I will protect you, okay?

Wangshu closed his eyes weakly, and then tried to open them, afraid that he would faint like this and never wake up again, he didn't want her to worry, he endured the sleepiness of the eyelid fight, and said in a low voice: "You are stupid! Let you not be careful!

Wangshu wants to save face, no matter how weak he is, he refuses to show weakness in front of Cen Duxiao, Cen Duxiao's heart moved, as if the shadow of Wangshu and Fusang in front of her overlapped, at this moment, she was sure that he was Fusang!

It's just that this Fuso seems to be incomplete.

Rao is incomplete, and it is also Fusang, who feels sorry for her and is willing to protect her with his life.

She burst into tears and laughed: "When is it, let you make a summary of the battle for me!"

She took advantage of talking to him to distract him, quickly grabbed his arm, pushed him to the ground hard, and said to Prince Hao, "Please help me take care of him." ”

She faced the heavens, faced her past guilt, she controlled the power of the demon god not to resist the heavens, nor to heal herself, the more serious the injuries on her body, the happier she was.

Wangshu fell to the ground suddenly, just wanted to fly up again to hug her, but he was no longer powerless, he tried his best but couldn't move, he looked at the little figure who was tortured by the white light, and he actually felt pain all over his body.

"Ah Yan......" He burst into tears, his chest was extremely suffocated, and the pain seemed to spread from his body to the top of his head, and even his hair hurt.

He clenched his fists hard, trying to stand up, but his body seemed to be suppressed by a mountain.

What can he do? How else can he save her? He wants to save her, how can he be willing to let her suffer the pain of heaven's punishment!

At the moment of crisis, Prince Hao didn't open his eyes to see Shu's true body, he regarded him as Fusang, and wondered why he was shining with golden light, as dazzling as the morning sun.

Prince Hao hugged Wangshu, hugged his shoulder, and called softly: "Master......" just shouted, and the cry with joy in his tone was like a child.

Wangshu seemed to be straining his eyelashes, trying to get up to save Cen Duxiao. Prince Hao hurriedly crossed his spiritual power and reassured: "Master, don't move, Senior Sister is now the incarnation of Shenmu, she will be fine." ”

People say that if you care, you will be chaotic, so that's it.

The Heavenly Punishment may be able to kill ordinary gods, but it cannot hurt the root of the Shenmu incarnation, just like Fusang survived safely from the Heavenly Punishment more than 500 years ago, and the gods knew that the Shenmu incarnation was protected by Nuwa's spiritual power, and it was an immortal body.

It was also from that time that the Emperor of Heaven discovered that the Heavenly Punishment would not kill Fusang, so he began to plan to destroy Fusang with the Ten Thousand Desolation God Array.

On one side is his father, on the other hand is his master, between these two people are incompatible, Prince Hao is in a dilemma, he is still fledgling, he has no ability to stop the emperor from protecting his master.

In recent years, when he has nothing to do in Yanggu, he often consults ancient books, and most of the historical books of the Protoss are praising and praising the great achievements of the Emperor of Heaven, and he really can't connect the tall and majestic Emperor of Heaven in the book with the father God who is behind the tricks.

From the outside of the Light Dust Hall to Fusang, he thought of the changes in the underworld and the freedom of the Emperor of Heaven to imprison him, and he didn't need to think too much to know that the Emperor of Heaven was premeditated to harm Fusang.

He knew that the Emperor was wrong, but he couldn't overthrow his father in a rebellious way, he really didn't know how to choose.

After he learned of Fusang's death, he grieved and blamed himself every day, and had a big fight with the Emperor.

He completely disagrees with the Emperor's code of conduct of "those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish".

Angry and cold, he looked at the condescending and unpredictable Emperor with disappointment, and said, "Father God is already in a high position, and no god can threaten your position, why do you always refuse to let Master go? Is it because he may be the reincarnation of the Emperor of Houtu? As mortals say, you are afraid that unjust souls will come to ask for your life?"

The Emperor of Heaven changed color, like an angry lion, and roared like thunder: "Presumptuous! Where did you hear the rumors!"

The surrounding air pressure stagnated with the anger of the Emperor of Heaven, so that Prince Hao almost fell to his knees with a pain in his chest, Xi He stopped the Emperor again and again, and said: "Hao'er, do you know what you are talking about? Don't admit your mistake to your father!"

The crown prince Hao was holding his body, he looked at the Heavenly Emperor, and looked at it for a while, at that moment he saw not his own father, nor the Supreme Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Realm, but a slave dominated by the desire for power.

Prince Hao suddenly felt that the position of the emperor of heaven seemed to be beautiful, but it was the shackles of destroying the conscience of the father, the position of the father was not glorious, he stepped on the bones of the emperor of Houtu, he will always live in the shadows, he seems to be invincible in the world, but for thousands of years, he has been shrouded in precarious fear and done more wrong things.

Aren't you tired? The Emperor of Heaven, who was above the clouds, could not see the light.

If the Emperor of Heaven is not matched, it will inevitably lead to disaster!

The anger in Prince Hao's eyes had subsided, and he looked at the god on the high position very calmly, his face showing the pity of the Buddha for the sinner, and he sincerely advised: "Father, don't make mistakes again and again. ”

He wanted to say: Don't let your son be disappointed again and again, and don't let your son be born as the son of the Emperor of Heaven without shame.

The Emperor of Heaven was furious and ordered him to stay in Yanggu and think about it behind closed doors, and he was not allowed to go out for five years.

Five years is just a snap of a finger for the gods, and Prince Hao can't help but wonder, if he is not the son of the Emperor of Heaven, will he be punished by Heaven for his rebellious loyalty?

He was born noble, everything he has is given by the Father, he can't sit back and enjoy it, it's time for him to do something.