Chen Shaoan muttered as he rubbed his temples with his hands.

"Third uncle, are you awake, do you feel better?"

"It's much better, it's just that I have a bad headache, this Mo Qingli really wants Lao Tzu's life!"

Mo Qingli has entered the demon path, and the cage of purple smoke can't trap him for long. Ziyan, you take the third uncle away first. A big battle will be indispensable for a while, so I will first take him to the lonely old peak outside the capital. lest they hurt the innocent. ＂

"If you want to go to Gulao Peak, I'll go too, and I can help you some then," Ling Ziyan said.

"That's it, nineteen, Mo Qingli will enter the demon path, and his temperament has changed greatly!

He smiled softly and shook his head.

"Click, click," there was a strange sound.

"The sleepy dragon is about to break, Ziyan, take the third uncle first. ＂

"Night, be careful...... ＂

"Don't worry, I'll go find you. ＂

Watching Ling Ziyan and Chen Shao'an leave, Ye Nineteen took a deep breath.

The neon ribbons began to crack, and strands of long red hair were poking out a little. The red hair was like an octopus, poking out of the crack and pulling at the neon ribbon.

Finally, the neon ribbons broke inch by inch, and one by one they were soaked in the air.

Snow-white bloodless face, long red hair fluttering and fluttering, scarlet lips. On this long street in the middle of the night, the ferocity is terrifying.

There seemed to be a swirling whirlpool in his blue eyes, and Mo Qingli stared at Night Nineteen.

"Night Nineteen, why don't you run away? hehehaha...... ＂

"Did you find it? You are smiling more and more, and you are no longer as cold as you used to be. ＂

This sentence was said like an old friend reuniting after a long absence, stunned, Mo Qingli couldn't have imagined that Ye Nineteen would say such a sentence.

"I remember when you and I first met, you were a high-minded being. And I'm just an ant-like little person in your eyes. ＂

"Yes, if you hadn't been staring at Mei'er, I wouldn't have bothered to know a little person like you. What do you mean by this? Do you want to satirize me for not entering the country all these years? And you, from a little ant at the beginning, have you become the first person in the world today?"

"No, I just want to talk to you. ＂

"But I just want to kill you, if I want to catch up with the past, I will send everyone you know to accompany you in the future!"

"Could it be that when a person enters the devil's path, is it really only violent and cruel?"

"Haha...... Mo Qingli pointed to the night nineteen and laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You actually ask such a thing, haha...... Have you forgotten that you were enchanted in the first place? haha...... ＂

"I, the Night Knife had taken control of my mind at that time, and I can't remember many things...... ＂

"Hypocrisy! Don't talk this nonsense! Night nineteen, we're destined to fight each other!"

"Here?"

"Do you want to pick a good place to bury yourself?

"If you want to fight, then you will fight! Mo is lightly separated, how about the peak of the lonely old man?"

"Okay! As long as you dare to fight, where in the world can there be a place where I can't leave?"

Night Nineteen smiled, stretched out his fingers in the space, and smashed his empty fingers. The space fluctuates slightly, and a spatial door appears out of thin air.

"Please!"

The red hair is flying, the blue eyes are faint, and the white clothes of Shengxue are fluttering. Mo lightly lifted his footsteps and walked into the space door.

Lonely old peak, the peak.

The space fluctuated, one black and one white appeared leisurely, startling a group of jays who stayed overnight.

"Quack, quack...... "Flocks of crows are flying around.

The blue eyes were disgusted, and the white sleeves were waved. Several jays tightened in the air, exploding into clouds of blood mist.

"Why the killing?"

The clothes danced lightly, and a rainbow had protected the remaining jays.

"The more I look at you, the more disgusted I become, the first battle in the imperial city back then! How many tens of millions of people died under your sword? Now you are acting like a few crippled birds? It's really hypocritical and disgusting!"

Lowering his head, a touch of sadness flashed between his eyebrows, and a burst of self-blame surged in his heart. Yes, how many tens of millions of people died under their own swords?

"If I were you, I would have committed suicide to apologize to the people of the world!

Hearing the cheers, Ye Nineteen couldn't help but look up at the prime minister.

The blue pupils swelled, and the blue color had dyed the peak. It's just that there is still a little strange red in this blue color, and the red hair has quietly spread all over every inch of the earth and stone on the peak.

The whirlpool in the blue eyes spun faster and faster, and the hair was as red as blood.

Mo Qingli stared at Ye Nineteen's eyes tightly, and the two of them met their gazes.

A bewildering one, making people always want to explore what is in the depths of the whirlpool?

Ye Nineteen was reluctant to look away at this moment, and there seemed to be something in the depths of the blue pupils that was the most difficult to give up. The clear eyes didn't even have the slightest thought of moving away, staring into the depths of the blue pupils, sinking deeper and deeper......

"The people you killed were other people's sons, husbands, and fathers...... How many people's happiness have you ruined with your own hands? Don't you feel guilty?"

There was a hint of fluctuation in the clear eyes, which was regret.

"They all call you the first person in the world, but you kill innocents indiscriminately! After the battle of Sword City, the elite was also in tatters after being lost. Master Coma also lost his life because of you. You, like the knife, will only bring bad luck and disasters to those around you from the moment you are born. Think of the blood of the original Shuaifu, and the great snow mountain that has only withered now! Now, do you still want to live in this world?"

The words are like hammers, striking hard at the most fragile point of the heartstrings.

Yes, as soon as he was born, his mother died, and his adoptive parents died in the bloody night of Shuaifu when he was eight years old. In the days when I became a demon, how many innocent people did I kill regardless of black and white? Master Coma sealed himself as a demon and died with all his strength, and Mei'er still sleeps to protect me. Is he really a person who will only bring bad luck to his relatives and friends?

The eyes were no longer as clear as water, but gradually covered with a layer of gray.

"Only when you die can it all be over. It's not just that knife at the beginning, you have the demon of the Silver Pupil clan in your nature! There is no place for you in the world, go back...... ＂

Gradually, that layer of gray also turned into a gloomy dead gray, and there was no clarity in the eyes.

sighed, this sigh was boring. His expression was sad, and his clothes throbbed.

There are countless people's faces floating in front of me, some familiar and some unfamiliar. These people are all people who have died because of themselves, and their hearts hurt as if they were being cut.

"There is no love in the world, why don't you go back here...... ＂

Mo Qingli's voice was full of temptation, mixed with a hint of vibrato.

Seeing that Ye Nineteen had fallen into his own Demon Pupil Tianyin Dafa, he was inevitably excited in his heart.

"Is there really nothing to love? Why don't you just let it go...... "Night Nineteen's heart was gloomy.

Dead gray has taken over the space in the eyes. The dead ash grew thicker, like a cloud of lead.

What's the joy of life, and what's the point of death?

This sentence kept floating in my mind, why don't you care? Then die!

"Can't you do it yourself? come, I'll help you...... ＂

Mo Qingli took a light step, and the blood-red hair was already tied into a sharp needle. The hairpin was as sharp as the tip of a gun, and the tip shimmered with an eerie red.

The sharp tip of the needle was aimed at Night's chest.

The sharp needle pierced slowly, as slowly as a snail crawling. Little by little, I got closer and closer to that chest, and gradually crawled towards my throat.

Night Nineteen still stood there dumbfounded, with sadness on his face, and he was no longer willing to fight back and dodge. Maybe...... Death is the greatest relief for oneself.

Mo Qingli's eyebrows rose, and the corners of his mouth provoked a cruel smile.

He knew that his Demon Pupil Tianyin could only confuse Ye Nineteen for a while. But in the hands of a Sacred Realm powerhouse like him, this moment was enough to do many, many things.

He knew that the weakness of the Nineteen Night's heart defense was the killing when he became a demon. Taking advantage of this small weakness, he successfully captured the mental defense of Night Nineteen. The Demon Pupil Heavenly Sound was quietly activated, and Night Nineteen had fallen into this illusion unconsciously.

The hair needle was still moving slowly, and he was afraid that if the hair needle was cast too quickly, the killing intent would provoke a backlash from Night Nineteen, and if the time came, it would be worth the loss.

The hair was slowly pressed against the chest of the night nineteen, and Mo Qingli tried his best to suppress the frenzy in his heart. It was only a slight tremor of his fingertips, which showed the ecstasy in his heart at this time.

Great revenge will be avenged, and hatred will not be eliminated.

The white robe on his body trembled slightly, and the moonlight shone on it, slightly refracting a few white ripples.

Night Nineteen's eyes reflected that snow-white ripple.

Snow-white clothes, green silk like a mirror, without a trace of fireworks in the world, a beautiful face. Also, the piano......

Why is it so familiar? Yes, she, it's Purple Smoke.

"In this life, I will not leave you half a step, I want to go, and I will also take your hand and walk together...... Purple Smoke ...... ＂

This is my vow!

I still have the people I love and the people who love me, and the people I care about!

How can you go back?

A glimmer of clarity gradually appeared in his eyes, like the light of the dark clouds, and the dead gray was like the ice and snow in the sun.

The ink is light and centrifugal in a big hurry, the thought moves with the heart, and the hair needle is stabbed hard.