Chapter 121 The Genius of Heavenly Jealousy

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"It's not him, is it still the second brother?" Although there was still a cold taste in the tone, it was more not anger but a faint resentment. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The emotion of resentment should have appeared in the heart of the resentful woman who had been separated from her husband for a long time, and how could it appear in the heart of the woman who was obviously not an ordinary woman in the red mist, but the other two did not have a trace of surprise, maybe it was just because they had lived too long and knew too much.

After all, the grudge is still the grudge, just like the red rope that is wrapped around the boudoir bronze mirror, circle after circle, reluctant to let go, and will not let go, the red rope and the grudge are both silk, the longer it is entangled, the tighter it is entangled.

The longer you wrap it, the tighter it is, and the more difficult it is to break free.

How can the red rope wrapped around the woman's heart in the red mist be described only as a long time, a hundred years, or more than a hundred years, the red rope has been put on her body, her heart.

A hundred years ago, and a hundred years later, if there is tomorrow, if there is another hundred years, this red rope should still be there, and that grudge should still exist.

But the end of the red rope is no longer there, and she and they have thought about it for a long time in the hundred years since they saw it.

"But why didn't he come to our rescue?" no one answered her question, because they didn't know the answer to that question, because they wanted to know the answer to that question.

This question is for those desolate people in the Great Wilderness, those older desolate people, and the descendants of those Great Desolate generals who lost to General Xia all know that the legendary General Xia died shortly after arriving in the Great Wilderness, leaving his blood in only one city.

Later, a city appeared in the endless wasteland of the Great Wilderness, and there was a general in that city, who was born, but there was a surname that surprised and respected the general in the wasteland.

This is not a secret to some of the desolate people in the wasteland who have a little status, and the real secret is only what happened recently in the summer mansion in Xia City.

But even so, for these cronies of General Xia, who have not known about the outside world for hundreds of years and are imprisoned in a grassland, these are all secrets.

Even if it is a secret, after a hundred years of grinding, some things that cover up the truth will always be ground up, and after grinding those superficial falsehoods, what is revealed is the secret itself.

But the secret is called a secret not only because it is buried deep enough, but also because the person seeking the secret does not really want to reveal the secret itself, because decryption is sometimes a painful thing in itself.

That's called deceiving yourself.

"Maybe ......" The poor scholar's voice sounded again, but before he could finish speaking, his voice was drowned out by another voice.

"Because, he's dead. "It was loud, not deliberately loud, but it was loud for the dull colors around it, but it was very straightforward. Straightforwardness is not firmness, because there is no need to be deliberately firm about the real facts.

And because it's because of a young man who is as confident as sunshine, he says that he is above board, and he is also straightforward.

But this straightforward and straightforward is still the red mist that freezes for half a minute, which is surprise.

It was not the death of the man in his words that was surprised, but the fact that the man who seemed to them to be dead was alive again.

Xia He was still like that, smiling, not cold, no compliment, and no closeness, in fact, he had already guessed the identity of those red flowers in that red mist.

But he still didn't deliberately get close, and even the joy couldn't be seen in his eyes.

That's the way he always looks at strangers.

This is true even for strangers who should nominally be close to him.

Not only did he know, but everyone in the red mist also knew that he was a junior worthy of their closeness, because his grandfather or great-grandfather was their boss, the general Xia.

It's just that although they are all swallowed by the red mist, although they can't see their bodies clearly, they are still a little different in the red mist, and because the woman who was called Cui by the poor scholar and called Sister Cui by the big man with a porcelain voice and porcelain atmosphere is very different.

Maybe the difference is because she is a woman, or maybe the difference is because she has a red rope tied to her heart, so in comparison, he is more concerned about the person who comes back from the dead, but the person who came back from the dead.

"When did he die?" the resentment in the woman's voice was no longer audible, only worry, and some implicit jealousy.

"Not long after I arrived in the moor, not long after my great-grandmother gave birth to my grandfather. ”

Xia He said very plainly, as if he was talking about another person who had nothing to do with him, but he still smiled, from lying down to sitting.

Sitting and looking at the white light and the red mist in front of him, the soul in the red mist.

The soul is still changing, changing a lot of people, changing into a person, a woman, a woman whose face is not clear, but who looks very beautiful.

Beauty is sometimes just a description of a temperament, and that woman is a beauty with a very feminine temperament.

"Why did he die?"

When a beauty asks, someone will naturally answer.

"Everyone dies once. ”

This is Xia He's answer, and it is also a nonsense.

"But he's not an ordinary person. ”

The person who is famous in the Great Wilderness, famous in the Great Yin, and famous in the whole continent is certainly not ordinary, not only is it not ordinary, but he is also a genius, a genius who leads the army to fight, a genius in cultivation, and a genius in the world.

"He's a genius, but God is jealous of talent. ”

The tone in this sentence is finally no longer flat, and it is very regretful, sorry for General Xia, and sorry for himself.

He is also a genius, and he is also a genius of heavenly jealousy.

But no one else here knows that he is a genius, and only regards his regret as a pity for that General Xia, but it is just a pity, but there is no emotion such as reverence, which makes some people annoyed, there has always been not one person in the red mist, or three people, but many, many people, although those people have not preserved themselves like poor scholars, but they have all preserved some unforgettable things, such as the love and respect for the general.

Therefore, what was missing in Xia He's words was what they were precious, so there were many more roars in the red mist, and the roars shook the heavens and the earth, and the roars seemed to turn the whole world upside down, pull back the passing time, and call back the person who sank in the long river of time.

Xia He still just looked at and smiled, his voice was very loud, but he was not afraid, because he was not afraid of those voices who only knew anger and only knew redemption, those who were fragile and had no ability to change anything.

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