"That's where you come from, and if I destroy that, you'll never come back. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Sun Wukong's eyes flashed a trace of unbearability.

It was his instinct to destroy, but he couldn't bear it.

The closer a person gets to another person, the more he will be assimilated and infected by that person.

"I never existed, so how can I talk about coming back. Nezha laughed again, this time not a laugh, not a wild laugh, not a crazy laugh, but a kind of gratifying, stunned, kind smile.

"Aren't you immortal? Sun Wukong said, "You are indeed immortal, as long as the spirit bead is not broken, as long as the world is not destroyed, you will always exist." ”

"But it's not me anymore, then it's become another person, they may be Nezha, but it's definitely me, I'll never have it. ”

Sun Wukong looked at Nezha, his eyes flickering.

"Help me destroy it, if you don't destroy it, it will destroy someone else, whoever it is, I don't want to do it again. ”

It was the twilight sigh of the hero.

Heroes are going to get old, and this idea is like a goddess who also, and people can't help but want to scold.

But things exist, and no one can refute them.

So when they finished scolding and spitting up, what they could accept, they continued to look at their heroes and lick their goddesses, and if they couldn't accept them, they scolded the heroes they admired before, and they humiliated the goddesses they admired and liked before.

Sometimes people just need a little bit of stimulation, not too strong, just a little bit, and they will become a different person.

They blame their changes on changes in the outside world, the cycle of life, and the infidelity of others.

In fact, they don't know that they are the only ones who can change them.

Maybe they know, but they don't want to admit it, they don't want to admit that they are so dirty, they don't want to admit that they are as ordinary as everyone else.

People will always distinguish themselves from others, one sentence and one thing, what they do is a matter of course, they want to be admired, but if others do it, they will be jealous and painful.

He wanted to tear himself apart, to cover all the people of the world with those pieces, to take their gains, to rob them of their joy, and to leave them with remorse and remorse.

Nezha doesn't want to do this anymore, maybe he is tired of his old self.

When the disgust reaches a certain level, this endless life is actually a kind of suffering.

But he didn't know that in the eyes of some people, the third prince of Nezha was already a well-deserved hero.

He did what many people did not dare to do, said things that many people did not dare to say, and died as a result of many people not daring to die.

The twilight of the hero always makes people feel endless on their backs.

Then that day, the spirit bead rolled out of Nezha's body and rolled to Sun Wukong's feet.

Sun Wukong raised his feet and fell heavily, only to hear a click, and time seemed to freeze.

Zixia covered her mouth with her hands, and couldn't help but take two steps back, tears already slipping down.

Long Ling'er had already completed her rebirth, and it was too late to stop Sun Wukong when she saw him raise his feet, and then she watched blankly as the bead was crushed by Sun Wukong.

Zhu Bajie also had some loss in his eyes.

After all, the third prince of Nezha is a genius and a person who dares to act.

He has always liked to make friends with such people.

He used to have a lot of friends, and he couldn't tell which ones were real friends and which ones were fake, so he ended up being a pig.

He wondered if his former friends were like Nezha, would the trajectory of his fate change.

He didn't dare to think about it.

If the trajectory of fate hadn't changed, would being an insensitive walking dead in this Heavenly Court really what he wanted to see?

If he didn't know before, now he has a conclusion.

Definitely not.

Maybe people won't compare his stupid pig with the same status as Sun Wukong in the future, maybe later people will think that he is less than one billionth of Sun Wukong, but he knows, he knows very clearly that he is actually the same as Sun Wukong.

They are the same kind.

Only when people are with their own kind will they feel a little relaxed.

If he was still in Heavenly Court, if he was still staying in this impersonal place, Zhu Bajie thought to himself, maybe he would have gone crazy a long time ago, and then be exiled to an insignificant petty official somewhere.

But even if it is that little official, it is also a position that Sha Seng is extremely desirable.

Therefore, people still have to know how to be satisfied, if they always feel that they are dissatisfied now, then there is nothing else but dissatisfaction.

Sun Wukong raised his foot, and the fragments of the Heavenly Spirit Bead actually slowly floated up and floated towards the sky.

But isn't this already heaven?

No, it is to float to the higher heavens, and the higher heavens are beings that even the gods have not explored.

So the gods will always have some fear of that day, just as mortals are afraid of them.

However, mortals still know about their existence, and will make their clay statues to worship, and will give them incense.

They accept the demands of mortals, which naturally makes mortals feel at peace.

But what is that heaven above their heads, is there anything there, and if so, why don't they be worshipped?

They didn't give anything, but they lost more than the people who offered it.

Now Nezha's incarnation Heavenly Spirit Bead slowly floated to the sky, and the immortals stopped one after another and stared for a long time.

Maybe something will happen to this thing that flies into the sky, they thought.

Then they put down what they were doing, and they all stopped, looking up at the fragment of the Heavenly Spirit Bead that flew into the sky.

That day, the fragments of the spirit beads flew slowly, higher and higher, like catkins in the mortal world, and like flying snow in April.

Then the fragment disappeared, and under the noses of the gods, it disappeared as if it had entered another dimension.

Something that the gods fantasized about did not happen, and they felt a hint of disappointment.

It just disappeared and nothing happened.

Sun Wukong also put his head down.

"What are you looking at?" asked the gods.

Those immortals also retracted their gazes, they all looked at Sun Wukong, and none of them spoke.

"The Great Sage has done his own thing, so it's time to go back. A fairy said.

"yes, it's time for me to go back, this isn't the place I should be. Sun Wukong looked around, and the mockery in his eyes was even better.

"We didn't mean that, we thought about you and you still have your own affairs, don't you still want to escort Tang Seng Xitian to learn scriptures?" the immortal hurriedly said.

Sun Wukong nodded, but his eyes were on Zixia.