It's night.

There is silence and ghosts.

In the underground imperial tomb, the strange spirits used the blood of those cursed people to draw the formation, and then let them each stand in a corner, while the night was lying in the middle of the formation.

He looked at the top of the imperial mausoleum, his eyes were empty, his expression was indifferent, and the depths of his eyes were even more empty.

The look that seemed to have been abandoned by heaven and earth and would disappear at any time made Bai Jiao, who was standing outside his feet, his expression darkened, and his eyes were complicated.

Tell the truth.

If someone asks him, what he hates most in the world.

It's definitely night.

Because of the existence of the night, he has experienced extraordinary pain since he was conscious.

It's all just because his life is special, and he is the best 'weapon' that can control the night underworld.

And in fact, he did play a controlling role.

Whenever Ye Yingyan went violent, the descendants of the Jun clan would use it to calm down Ye Mingyan by hurting him, so as to obey the command.

His existence is more painful than those who are cursed by the existence of the Night.

Again and again, every time a descendant of the Jun family appears, it is the beginning of his hell.

And now, it seems to have come to an end.

Whether it's the Night, the cursed, or even him, it seems that he will soon be freed.

But I don't know why, Bai Jiao's heart swelled with emotions similar to uncomfortable.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the blood that poured from all directions and penetrated towards the night, as if he saw his former self again, looking at the man who was soaked in the pool of blood, no human and no ghost.

The man, like the man in front of him, was as handsome as a god.

But he was coldly abandoned by all.

He really felt that feeling.

That's why I've always wanted to be liberated.

But for some reason, looking at the man lying there quietly at this time, Bai Jiao gave birth to an illusion that he didn't actually want to be saved.

This kind of illusion has been there since Jun Niyue appeared, especially now, even more.

But he was willing to do it, but because they were all trapped because of him.

The corners of Bai Jiao's lips moved, and he looked sideways at the woman who was sitting there not far away, drinking tea and flipping through the picture album.

"-Jun Like the Moon-"

"Huh?"

Teacher Si looked up from the album and looked at him.

"Something?"

"You say, you can fulfill my mission wishes, right?"

"It depends on what you want, it's impossible to destroy the world or something."

Looking at Bai Jiao, who had a strange expression, Teacher Si said solemnly:

"If you dare to have this idea, I will beat you."

“！！ Is Lao Tzu such a second-class person?! ”

Bai Jiao was angry and gritted his teeth viciously.

"I don't even have the ambition to dominate the world, so why do I have the ambition to destroy the world? What's wrong with you? Where the hell did I see that I had that idea?! ”

"You're broken—"

Teacher Si looked at him as a matter of course and explained.

"Since it's collapsed, isn't it natural to destroy the world or something?"

“…… Get lost! ”

Bai Jiaoqi's heart hurts.

What is this dead woman's brain?

Is he broken at every turn?

Where did he collapse?

She's blind, isn't she?

"I have a wish!"

The young man who tried to calm himself down, pulled his mouth, looked at her strangely, and smiled.

"My wish is simple, you can do it!"