If you become a god, then I will become a demon, and you will come and arrest me. - Song Xiaoxiao

In the 70 million years of the Heavenly Realm, the Demon Lord Yilan called on all directions to take Shangqingchi as the boundary, and on the grounds of opposing the death of the first demon god, he united with the Demon Realm and led 800,000 demon troops to declare war on the Heavenly Clan.

The war between gods and demons is about to break out.

Six realms and eight directions, the lives are devastated.

"I'm not fighting..."

In the midst of the war, a girl in red dropped her long sword with a handle.

In the eyes of the girl, everything she sees is projected.

In an instant, countless heavenly soldiers swarmed towards the girl, and the demon guards guarding her side did everything they could to resist.

From beginning to end, the girl's gaze only rested on one back.

A blood-stained white robe floated in, how arrogant.

The girl's voice was small, but she knew the man had heard it.

It was a young man, sitting in the highest position in the Demon Realm, and the Six Realms were terrified when they heard it.

The young man was stunned and did not look back.

Suddenly, a strong wind rippled, and the sword crossed into her abdomen.

"This moment, after all, is coming."

"Xiao Qi, I'm sorry."

Scare!

In the lonely and shabby temple, the girl who was lying on the ground like a dead corpse sat up straight.

Seemingly the rhythm of the corpse, Song Xiaoxiao rolled his eyes stiffly.

At this time, facing a Buddha statue that was half blind.

At this moment, it is the third day that Song Xiaoxiao has traveled to this different time and space.

During these three days, she often fell into a chaotic dream.

Every time, the scene that happened in the dream was the same.

Song Xiaoxiao's single eyebrows raised slightly, and then he supported the ground with his right hand to get up.

It's just the same, it doesn't feel right.

Fleshy, elastic, not like a dry haystack, but like a man's chest...

That's right, it's people!

Judging from Song Xiaoxiao's inferiority in professional forensics for many years, there will be no mistake.

Song Xiaoxiao dealt with the dead, and when she woke up, she found that there was a person walking beside her, and the baby's fat little face was only wrinkled, and she quickly regained her calm.

The night outside the broken temple is still very deep, and it should be about four watches.

Song Xiaoxiao moved his body inward, and saw the person's appearance clearly through the dim moonlight projection.

Wearing a wide-sleeved flow-patterned white dress, wearing a good mutton fat white jade around his waist, he first looked at Song Xiaoxiao's urine.

In the three days since Song Xiaoxiao came here, he didn't eat, drink, sleep and wait for death.

She inquired, this is a remote mountain village on a small hill outside Linzi City, the capital of Qi State.

The mountain village used to be deserted, and no villagers lived here a few years ago.

This is not far from Linzi City, it is not close to it, and you can enter the city by walking for an hour.

In Linzi City, you can see the behavior of all kinds of pedestrians.

And the people who can wear this outfit are either businessmen or officials, and it is not excluded that they are the down-and-out children of official eunuchs.

The reason why it is said to be a down-and-out child is because the white placket on the man's chest is stained with blood.

Either hunted down or hunted down.

If you look up, it's the face.

It's a pity that it's covered by long jet-black hair, and I can't see it...

Judging from the body shape alone, there is no doubt that the person who came is a man.

As if sensing Song Xiaoxiao's peeping, a faint gasp sounded from the man's throat.

Song Xiaoxiao was stunned when he removed his hand that covered the ink hair on his forehead.

He's looking at her!

Looking at each other, Song Xiaoxiao said, "You're going to die." ”

The girl's voice was cold, but gentle.

Hearing this, the man's ruddy Danfeng eyes were raised, but he did not respond.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he hasn't been in water for three days, and the pull of his vocal cords will hold back the wound above his chest.

One word, for him, it was a hunt for hell.