Some people are more uncomfortable to live than to die, and some people are more terrible to die than to live.

Is there such a person in the world?

No

Although the characteristics of this species are similar to those of a living creature, his name is the Eagle King.

But the Eagle King is not a human, he is a demon, he is a demon.

People can still talk about life and death, but the Eagle King has always hovered between life and death, life is better than death, and death is no matter how to live. He considers himself a walking corpse banished from the Demon Realm, isolated from grief, consumed from joy, and left to fend for himself.

What is it that is capable of towing a whole lot of loads and at the same time walking steadily? What is it that can suddenly have a seizure like a dog and eyes like ice at the time of slaughter?

Obviously, this is not a man, it is a demon. However, even in the Demon Realm, the Eagle King has done a good job. Because he has hatred, he regards all things as dogs and life as moths, and walks through the dark intervals, but his eyes are like torches.

But still, no living creature affirmed the appearance of the Eagle King, because he was drained of life by hatred, just as leniency made the benevolent cherish everything around him. A person who is not interesting is not the same as a soul, but most of the creatures who have experienced the battle of annihilation think that the Eagle King is dead, just as they think that mourning is greater than heart death.

Being able to die happily is also a great joy for those who have fought for the destruction of the world, but the Eagle King cannot. People with better mana than him have disappeared from the Universe one after another, and people with higher intelligence than him have also disappeared outside the Three Realms one after another. The Eagle King had nothing, except for the embarrassed man, and a dazzling knife.

However, he can't die yet. He had to choose silence, forcing his head down and staring at the knife he was gripping tightly. In the end, it was the cold sweat of the night's terror that betrayed him, and the glorious moonlight in the distance crossed the window and slapped at his panting body, as a reminder that he was still alive.

Despite this, the Eagle King still has to become like other creatures, interpreting every scene in the Demon Realm in his own way, whether he is walking or walking, he is very slow, very slow. The world has gradually become a black-and-white silent film, and it is bleak and cold from beginning to end. It's as if there's a time bomb strapped to it, and only by handling it carefully can it avoid a tragedy. For this reason, he buried his sensitive self-esteem and strong temperament in the bottom of his heart.

The demon world laughed at him for not being like a demon, and he ignored it and walked away. Those who have good deeds are ranked in the demon world, he gritted his teeth, and would rather suffer the humiliation of "inferior"; There were even people who came to the door to provoke, directly accusing him of being a demon general and a demon husband, and he just received a humiliation and walked away as if nothing happened.

In the eyes of many demon cultivators, the Eagle King is probably a wood, a clown, and a coward. But he knew that he was a great martyr, sacrificing for hatred and planting himself for hatred.

Hatred is like a strong coffee that can't be dissolved, the taste is bitter and astringent, and the other creatures abandon it like a shoe, only he knows how to appreciate it. So he learns to be reckless about everything, all about the malice around him and his own flaws. His so-called recovery, just as his knife is not an ornament, nor is it a fragile product, and when he pulls it out, he wants to see red.

"Prosperity has been stormy overnight, and it is an empty branch." The same is true of flowers, and how can squatters be worthy. Every living being floats and sinks in the great river of fate, but there is no boundary. The King of God is like this, the King of Yin is like this, the King of People is like this, and so is the King of Eagles. But unlike the life trajectory of the God King, the Yin King, and the Human King, who made their debut and were smooth, the starting point of the Eagle King's life is to continue to extend to suffering.

In the battle to destroy the world, the Lord and his companions have been killed. staggered, but always pridefully straightened his back. However, when faced with the challenge of the Demon King, the Eagle King quietly retreated and disappeared without a trace.

On the battlefield of annihilation, he is just a wild horse who has unfortunately fallen into a trap, full of loneliness, despair and helplessness, he is like this, and he can only be like this way. He thinks that he does not deserve anyone's sympathy, so he interprets the pity of others as contempt, and he angrily sees his wife, who comforts him, as an object of desire, in a vain attempt to transfer the humiliation, alleviate the suffering, and become a slave of revenge, a mad beast again.

Until the dust settled, his wife quietly stopped it, angrily accused, and he collapsed to the ground in embarrassment. There must be something hateful about hateful, and once again the Eagle King has deeply hurt others, or rather, himself.

Since then, the little stone town has been in turmoil. The change was sudden, like a hurried carriage, churning up a lot of dust, drifting in the sunlight little by little. Just like going through all the calamities, only the taste of broken intestines remains. The Eagle King stood up, as usual, with his left foot taking a step first, and then his right foot struggling to follow. He never stopped. Although there are more and more demon souls under his knife, he also has a wife by his side who will never leave him. However, he still walked forward slowly. Because he knows that he is on the road of no return, and there will never be a chance to turn back.

In the dark, there seems to be a mysterious force driving the Eagle King forward, and every time he falls, he will always be the first to spur him to get back up. However, it is a double-edged sword, which can both make you more courageous and courageous, and it can also make you fall deeper and more painfully. The Eagle King went further and further down this path, not knowing if the road would eventually belong to him.

The blade of the knife was broken, the man was broken, and the Eagle King fell headlong into the trap he had set, and he was bruised all over his body. How to describe his feelings, when the bloody knife shattered from his hand and was forcibly extinguished, when all the evil obstacles were liquidated and the truth was revealed, he was silent.

A chaotic road came to an end before the defeat of the army. Some will choose forgiveness, while others will choose to renegade. But what did the Eagle King choose? He didn't have a choice. When tragic fate befell him, the word "choice" left him.

Duckweed, he is destined to die for loneliness, and in the end he is alone and alone. He is like a kite with a broken string, looking down on all the creatures in the tragedy...... At this moment, he felt that he was drifting away, as if he had seen through the fate of all living beings in an instant, but he did not know the direction in which he was about to drift.

He is the tragedy itself. When the actor faded and the curtain fell, only he was still placed on the stage to perform for a long time. The pain of defeat is already unfortunate, and the tricks of fate are even worse, and the Eagle King wants to fall down several times, but he always straightens his back, because he wants to go down and follow his own path.

However, the world can tolerate tragic dramas, but it cannot tolerate tragic people. People are expelled, and the road is everywhere, and there are people who have a way.

Late at night, deep sea, abyss. No living creature dared to set foot in this forbidden place, and the Eagle King became the center of the storm. At this moment, all the creatures who can be the opponent of the Eagle King know that he is like a beast waiting in the grass, disemboweling and disemboweling the prey that passes by at any time.

All living beings love legends, Pangu created the world, and the female snail mends the sky with irresistible magic. But their authenticity is only known to the creatures who have experienced the battle of annihilation.

"Lord," said the Eagle King, looking at his father's faint figure, with a look of reverence and humility. "The minister has finally waited for the battle to destroy the world again, and his heart is so happy!"

"Hehe," the father smiled. "Looks like you're tired of being alive!"

"Yes, Lord, I'm getting tired of life!" The Eagle King replied truthfully.

"But for the sake of this war of annihilation, even if you are tired of living, you have to live well!" The Father's expression changed, and his voice became gloomy. "After all, after the last battle of annihilation, there are few old guys who can survive. So, you have to live. ”

"Yes, Lord, I understand. I will live well, for this battle of annihilation. Looking at the increasingly faint figure of his father, the Eagle King was holding back tears.

"Go and help the justice," the Father commanded. "Last time, I didn't even see a ghost in the Demon Realm. This time, you'll have to pull out all the guys in the Demon Realm who can fight. We can't let them be kept like pigs anymore!"

"Yes, Lord!" The Eagle King is answering. "As long as I'm alive, I'm going to pull out all these guys who are raised like pigs, and I'm going to die for this battle to destroy the world!"

……

Yes, the Eagle King is still alive, even though he is already the embodiment of tragedy, although his people are still wandering in the stone city of the demon world. However, he is still alive because he no longer lives for himself, but for the sake of the people in the world. To live for survival, you can't just slaughter.

Only then did the Eagle King's sword completely shed its cloak of doom and death, like a holy moon rising in the middle of the night. It was robbed of the darkness, and what was revealed was to kill, and it was also to save people and kill people for the sake of saving people! It abandons the so-called sacred, acts as a hoe to chisel a wall, and retreats only for the whole team. It throws away vanity, ignores authority, and sternly rejects the temptation of individual heroism. When the thunderbolt clears, the knife is no longer the same knife as it used to be, because it has found its way home.

The Buddha said: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground. In the abyss of the deep sea, the Eagle King closed his tired eyes, the knife was still pitch black, and his hands were no longer pale. He still had the knife in his hand, but he had already put it down.

Walking through the mire of hatred and the lost mountains, the cursed magic knife is ultimately nothing more than a passerby in the life of the Eagle King. Although the clear light of the bright moon flashed, there were still raw red flowers dancing in the hearts of the old people.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is not at the end of the world, but he still 'does not hold the decision of the father, running,

Chasing the last remaining light, maybe he will get tired, but he will never stop. For his name is the King of the Eagles, and his sword is called the King of the Eagles.