Consciousness was pulled out of the chaos, and Song Qingyi opened his eyes, right in front of the little evil god who was tied to a wooden stick.

Below was a man shouting for the heavens, he was tied to death, his limbs were bent at different angles, and someone was jumping in front of him, and he was a priest.

How did you get to this point?

Tears slid down her cheeks, and Song Qingyi wanted to run over to save him, but no matter how she struggled, she was restrained by her as if she was imprisoned.

"Sacrifice to the heavens, set fire!"

I don't know who said this, but the torches of the people with torches were thrown on the pyre, and the pyre soon burned.

"Let me out, let me pass." Song Qingyi burst into tears, and hung her hand fiercely against the restraint that she couldn't see.

She hated, hated these people for being inhumane, hated the emperor's inaction, hated herself for being useless.

Suddenly, the sound of thunder came into their ears, and everyone looked up, and the sky cracked.

"The gods have appeared, the gods have appeared!"

Without waiting for those people to kneel, the thunder slashed straight towards the little evil god, and the people who participated in the sacrifice to the sky were all stunned by the remaining power of the thunder.

Looking at the bowl that was split by thunder, Song Qingyi only felt cardiac arrest and couldn't breathe.

She was the only one awake in the scene, those people couldn't see her, and all this naturally had nothing to do with her.

Suddenly, a small arm came out of the big hole in the bowl.

The atmosphere didn't dare to breathe, Song Qingyi stared at it tightly, and as the climber slowly emerged, she was able to see the whole picture.

It was the little evil god who had just been sacrificed.

It's still that familiar face, but the momentum on his body has changed dramatically.

In the past, what appeared on the face of the little evil god was soft and cute, inadvertently revealing a little sluggishness, but now he was full of weirdness.

No one knows how much energy there is in a small body.

A red glint flashed in his eyes, and he left the place directly.

Song Qingyi hasn't come back to his senses yet, so that's how he became an evil god?

Knowing the reason, she couldn't hate it, that little group, she was obviously ready to spend the rest of her life with him.

There was a dizziness in her head, and she fainted again.

Feeling that someone was wiping her face with a wet handkerchief, Song Qingyi opened her eyes.

What caught the eye was the evil god she looked at growing up, the appearance was different from that of the same hour, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate at this time, and the evil spirit was overflowing.

Making eye contact with her, he was shocked to put the bowl on a stool beside him and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Are you feeling better when you're awake?"

Looking at his undisguised concern, thinking of the soft and glutinous child, and thinking of his appearance of being burned alive, I finally couldn't hold back my tears.

She put her arms around him and cried loudly, and the evil god who was holding his arms stiffened.

The evil god, who was usually moody, was also stunned at this time, and he frowned, a little incredulous.

"You remember?" There was a tremor in his voice, as if he couldn't believe it.

Shrouded in great sadness, Song Qingyi trembled and nodded, grabbing his arm and not wanting to part for a moment.

Probably because she was empty, she cried and fell asleep.

Feeling her even breathing, the god carefully withdrew his arm and gently wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief.

"Sister."

He muttered, lowered his head and kissed her cheek.

It's good to think about it, she will feel more sorry for him.

She slept all night, and she woke up at three o'clock in the morning.

Thinking of what he did yesterday, Song Qingyi, who had just woken up, blushed again, and put the quilt over his head and pretended to be dead.

Oh my God, how could she hold his arm and cry!

It's a shame, it's a shame! 600

The sound of someone pushing the door outside the door, Song Qingyi hurriedly held her breath, pretending not to wake up yet.

"Are you awake?"

A nice voice rang in her ears, and she turned a deaf ear.

I thought that people would leave soon, but I didn't want to sit on the edge of her bed.

Holding his breath, he prayed in his heart for the man to leave.

"If you don't breathe, can't you die?"

After speaking, the quilt on his body was suddenly lifted, and Song Qingyi looked at him in a daze, but he only reacted with a chuckle.

Knowing that he was laughing at her, she glared back viciously.

Because he had a memory for a while, Song Qingyi couldn't say anything if he wanted to leave.

The two of them have been safe for a few days, and in the past few days, she has also understood what it means to reach out for real clothes and open her mouth for food.

On weekdays, I get up and comb my hair to take care of my maids, and I am glued to him every day every day.

Calculating that the two of them were almost familiar, looking at the boy beside him who was peeling the dragon's eye, Song Qingyi said what he had been thinking about for a while.

"How's it going out there?"

Hearing this, his hand peeling the dragon's eye paused, and he looked up to meet her.

His pupils seemed to have an attractive whirlpool, and Song Qingyi just stared at him for a moment, feeling as if he was being sucked tightly by something.

She hurriedly staggered her gaze.

"Nature is what I want to be." After saying this, he continued the movement of his hands.

Song Qingyi was indeed cold in his heart, no matter what, he couldn't associate the former child with the murderous person in front of him.

"Can you let those people go, they are not the same as the people who hurt you, they are innocent."

She still had one last hope in her heart, hoping that he would still be a little more similar than before.

The person who peeled the dragon's eye didn't answer, but just put the dragon's eye on a clean plate, and his bony hand tapped the table.

"Why aren't those people innocent, when I was burned, they deserved to die one by one, human nature is evil, so what's the point of destroying them?"

Song Qingyi was frightened when she heard this, and she couldn't help but feel disgusted when she thought of the faces of those people that day, but they were living people after all.

"You told me that you would give me whatever I wanted."

The evil god nodded, "What do you want?" ”

"I want you not to destroy the world."

When the words fell, there was silence.

The maids who were waiting beside him also cowered, not daring to move.

They were also selected with great difficulty, and it is said that those who are selected do not have to die.

Knowing the horror of the man in front of them, if they were treated as guests by this boy, they would not dare to say such things no matter what.

The laughter broke the silence, and Song Qingyi looked at the laughing man beside him with some confusion.

She didn't feel that she had said anything that made people laugh, but she was genuinely admonishing.

All things have spirits, and man is the lord of all spirits, and if he really destroys this world, he will definitely be punished.

"Unless I die, none of them will be happy."

These words were said through gritted teeth, and the man in front of him gradually detached from the boy in his memory.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he has indeed changed.

Even if she knew that those people had changed him, she didn't want to see the world perish.

"Then you let me go, and I'll die with them."

After saying this, she got up angrily and rushed out the door, but as soon as she got up, she was pulled back.

Sitting on the evil god's lap, she struggled, but the man not only didn't let go, but hugged her arm and hugged her a little tighter.

glanced at the maids who were watching the play, and everyone looked like birds and beasts as a pot of porridge, and hurriedly retreated.