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Bodhi Zi is not a soft-hearted person, but he is also infected by this poignant scene with a layer of hostility.

Mr. Ziwu saw the clarity and resentment in Bodhizi's eyes, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't distinguish anything.

And what can you tell?

No matter what kind of cause and effect, the butcher's knife of killing has long been raised.

Whether it was intentional or not, the sins committed have long been exhausted.

"It's tiring to talk like this, let's open it up in another way, I know that I can't do it well, and the development of things is all up to your will, but I still want to hear your explanation, or, the past."

Bodhizi directly turned the inner depression into words and actions, and used a trick to grab the souls of the three people into the air, and in the eyes of mortals, they were still drinking tea in silence, but their movements were gentle.

Mr. Ziwu went with the flow, and did not mean to refuse or be unwilling.

Involuntarily can actually be easily seen, just like pretending to be happy, there will always be some flaws in the micro-expressions. Even if he is as strong as Mr. Ziwu, he will be perceived in the contact that has been trapped for a long time in the dark place, and the numbness and unhappiness that are deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

Freedom is a state of being bound to the ground, to things, to feelings, to things, and to the heart, all of which are not free.

And Mr. Ziwu, a high-level "prisoner", seems to have been touched all over the place, and I don't know whether it is pitiful, hateful or pathetic.

"What the hell are you?"

This seemingly ordinary question may be the root of everything.

Bodhizi initially believed that Mr. Ziwu was just a backbone-level mystic master with mana so high that the heavens were angry and resentful, after all, he was a mortal from any point of view, and he did not have the feathered immortal or demonic energy.

Later, when he saw the petal man "Yuanyuan", he had a trace of suspicion, the camellia petals are not suitable for making virtual things, not easy to form, but easy to wither, ordinary Xuanshi can't control it at all, well, this can still be explained by "high mana".

But after seeing the authentic evil path of "Camellia Borrowing Longevity", the balance in Bodhizi's heart has completely tilted to the other side - only when this Camellia is integrated with the spellcaster can it form such a large scale of formation and continue to operate.

Mr. Ziwu, since he can become the master of this room, or even become the eye of the array, it can only mean that he cannot be a human at all, but something else.

"You've got that in mind, haven't you?"

The soul of ordinary people is divided into black and white, and the vast majority of people will show different degrees of gray between these two colors, pure white or pure black is almost none, only white or black, Yang Muqing can't see himself, but he can see that Bodhi Zi has basically split into a zebra, and he doesn't know what his heart is twisted into.

The color of Mr. Ziwu's soul is dark red, as if it is dyed with a layer of blood that cannot be washed away, and it looks heavy and sad.

"You should have been the god of camellias, but you became the evil of camellias."

After Bodhi Zi said this, the depression in his heart seemed to dissipate a little, this world, not afraid of people being smart, not afraid of people being capable, and not afraid of people doing bad things, but afraid that smart people with high ability will do bad things, and others don't even have the ability to hold him, so they can only be poisoned by it.

He also has a face that pours all beings, which makes people can't bear to speculate on his malice.

"Cultivating for thousands of years, once you fall into a demon, you can't be liberated, and when you turn into a human form, you have become a demon, you are born unknown, and you carry natural disasters."

Mr. Ziwu gave the most vicious sentence to his former self, and a lingering pain appeared on his face.

"The time I took on a human form is not long, about a hundred years, it was on a snowy night, I was found in the camellia bush by a night returnee in the town, I heard that that night, the camellia in the entire Qiuyun Town was in full bloom, just like you see now, each flower is maintained in the most beautiful posture, it is obviously a great omen, but the ignorant people think that this is a good omen, and they are too happy."

He tapped his forehead with his finger, and a huge red camellia lit up in the heart of his soul, which was his origin.

"The person who picked me up was Uncle Gan, who treated me as a poor outcast and raised it with her daughter Gan Yuan, although I have never been an ignorant child, but I am still willing to be stupid and enjoy the joy and sorrow of the world, those twenty-one years are the happiest time in my life, I almost don't know what loneliness is. Gan Yuan ...... Like me, I like her, we once promised under the acacia tree that we would never be separated in this life. However, such days only lasted twenty years, and it was also a snowy night, and I was trapped by the Heavenly Tribulation, and at the same time, a meteor shower-like sky fire suddenly fell, melting the thin layer of snow and burning the whole of Qiuyun Town, and when I woke up from a coma from a serious injury, I found that there was no living thing in Qiuyun Town except myself, including the lively girl who smiled and looked like a crescent moon, and she was also turned to ashes. ”

Mr. Ziwu covered the melancholy camellia in his heart, as if even his soul felt the cramping pain in his body.

"So with great guilt and anger, you urged the mana of your life and launched a huge array of longevity. First use the camellia as a guide, let the ghosts in Qiuyun Town who have not yet entered the underworld use this as a send, and then exchange hundreds of lives elsewhere for this false prosperity scene. It's just that things seem to have gone two small wrongs, firstly, your garden has not been successfully reborn for some reason, and is still only maintaining the appearance of the petal void, and secondly, you find that things are becoming more and more out of your control, and the backlash is more serious than you think, and those reborn ghosts seem to have brought back the greed of the ghost domain, and they are reluctant to die one by one, and when the borrowed life is used up, they will automatically find it. Flower Fertilizer', use all kinds of means to force you to cast spells again, and you have nothing to do with the people in Qiuyun Town, you can't help but grind hard and soak a few times, and in the end you will always agree, and then you simply let it go. ”

Bodhizi saw that Mr. Ziwu's face was getting heavier and heavier, and his heart was getting heavier and heavier, because this showed that he was not wrong.

The most powerful ferocious in this world is not a demon, but a fallen immortal, whether it is halfway through cultivation to halfway through the immortal class, or intentionally or unintentionally entering the world to indulge.

"It seems that they are afraid of you, but in fact you are afraid of them; It seems that their little life is in your hands, but in fact, with the garden has not recovered its original body and life, you are already tired of such meaningless stays, if it weren't for the people in the town still asking you, I'm afraid you would have disappeared from the world long ago, right? ”

Bodhizi glared at Mr. Ziwu, and said in his heart that this Yin Jian has to have a great moment of relief, so that after understanding all this, he is as fanatical as ever about Mr. Ziwu, whether you are right or wrong, in the eyes of those who love you, you always have bitterness, you are always out of good intentions, even if you do a particularly bad thing, they are willing to let themselves be ignorant or amnesia, and do not want to believe that the bad result is your intention.