"You are presumptuous!" The blue-robed man's voice became more and more hoarse, roaring with anger, "Everything in this world is a godsend!" You have done a lot of evil, and you are not worthy to rule the world for the sky! ”

"We are waiting for the will of heaven to support the new emperor to ascend the throne!"

The blue-robed man opened his arms, and more than a hundred people appeared behind him, all dressed in light-colored blue robes, holding a sharp sword in their hands, revealing only a pair of eyes.

"Kill!"

The blue-robed men raised their swords and ran in the direction of Yici.

The man in the blue robe laughed, and his robe danced in the wind.

"Huangkou child, today is your death!"

Extremely arrogant!

The sky and the earth were dark, the wind was raging, and the blood was in the air.

"Stop."

In an instant, everything stood still.

The blue-robed man stared at the white-clothed figure that appeared.

"The Holy Son wants to go against the sky?"

Yuan Huaili didn't say anything, but just blocked Yici and refused to let her show half a point.

"Shangzhou ignores Xiazhou's affairs, you have overstepped the rules."

The simple words cut through the anger of the blue-robed man.

The blue-robed man sneered again and again, stared at Yuan Huaili's expressionless face, and said mockingly, "The Holy Son has been a colt for a long time and doesn't want to go back to Shangzhou?" ”

"The Son knows that the will of heaven has never changed! We are for the people of the world and for the people of Shangzhou! ”

"Heaven is not accustomed to the tyranny of the great cadres, and the suffering of the common people! I am only waiting for the will of heaven, and I hope that the Holy Son will not stop me. ”

"Tyranny?" Yici walked out slowly, the wind stirred her skirt, but she couldn't move her in the slightest, "I set up a charity hall to practice medicine, set up an orphanage to raise children and care for the elderly, set up a school to teach, the old have something to rely on, and the young have support, where is the tyranny?" ”

The black clouds became thicker and thicker, pressing against the ground with absolute momentum, overwhelming people, as if they wanted to destroy this human world.

"It's just a cover-up!"

The blue-robed man raised his arms as if he were praying some kind of mystical prayer for the gods to come.

Madness, fanaticism.

"Heaven will punish you! The new emperor will bring true peace and well-being to the people of the world! ”

Yici chuckled, his smile full of mockery, "Do you think that the so-called providence alone can make my Pei family hand over the country?" ”

"It's ridiculous."

"You are presumptuous! Now that the wind is loud and the thunder is loud, it is the end of your work! ”

The blue-robed man was furious.

Yici said indifferently: "You picked this bad weather to fool the temple, and you want the temple to believe that this is the will of heaven?" Do you really think that this temple is a fool? ”

"Boom—"

Man in blue robe: "......"

What kind of woman is this horse?

Yuan Huaili: "......"

The bad taste is getting heavier.

Zhou Yanbai: "......"

Is it really bad weather? Could this group of people be gods?

The blue-robed man was furious, and a long sword appeared in his hand, and the silver light flashed with a chill, "Heaven is the top, please the new emperor ascend the throne, and the world will be peaceful!" ”

More than 100 blue-robed people raised their hands and shouted-

"Please the new emperor ascend the throne and return peace to the world!"

"Please the new emperor ascend the throne and return peace to the world!"

"Please the new emperor ascend the throne and return peace to the world!"

Zhou Yanbai was lost in a shout, and before he was lost, he wondered, why was he selected by this group of people to be the so-called 'new emperor'? Is it really the will of God?

'Boom-'

The thunder rolled more and more severely, and the lightning struck in an instant.

Yici moved her footsteps, avoiding the lightning that fell on her.

Where he had been standing, a deep pit was split, and the soil was charred and blackened.

Yuan Huaili hurriedly looked at Yi Ci, his hand just held Yi Ci's wrist, his body hurt, and his eyes were blurred.

Yici was silent, looked at the blackened person in front of him, withdrew his hand lightly, and looked up at the black and oppressive sky.

What does the Dog Heavenly Dao do with the Holy Son it has set?

This time, the little Dharma Protector is a proper and good person.

Yuan Huaili endured the severe pain, blood overflowed from his lips, he opened his mouth, wanted to say something, a mouthful of blood spurted out again, he tried to open his eyes, but he fell straight down.

Yici: "......"

He's dead?

So fragile?

【Host! Save people! This is the task for you! When he's dead, your mission fails! 】

Yici stood in place, and before he could move, the blue-robed man laughed.

Yi Ci raised her eyes and looked over, crashing into the greed in the exposed eyes of the blue-robed man.

Perhaps, the identity of the Holy Son is piled up with fame, prestige and power, so that everyone fights for it, and at the necessary moment, the Holy Son is not a person, but a name.

【Host! Don't stand still! Save the villain! The villain is the relationship between fish and water, he is your life! 】

Yici: "...... Hehe. ”

Her life?

How can the little protector of the Dharma be able to do so?

[Host, let's put it this way, the villain is your mission goal, but it is also your male protagonist, without the male protagonist, you can't be the female protagonist! ] 】

Yici took out the silver needle and squatted beside Yuan Huaili.

The thunder roared louder and louder.

Yuan Huaili struggled to open his eyes, the blood was dripping and bright on his lips, and he was originally as gentle as an immortal, but now he has become a bewitching demon like a demon.

"Killed...... I ......"

Yuan Huaili's black eyes became heavier and heavier, sinking to the point of dark red.

He is ashamed to be the Son, and God is afraid that he will not be able to tolerate him.

He was going to take away his cause and effect and not let her be hurt.

No.

This...... It was the last time he looked at her......

It's beautiful.

Yici lifted the silver needle, and the system breathed a sigh of relief.

But—

【Host! You killed the villain on your horse?! What the hell are you doing? 】

250 is going crazy.

It had never seen such a stubborn host!

Mysterious, powerful, and insane from time to time.

Although the task is often not completed, it ......

How can any host kill the object of the mission?

When the subject of the mission dies, does the mission still have a meaning of existence?

[In that case, host, let's go to the next world.] 】

The system resisted the urge to kill Yici, and a cold mechanical voice sounded.

Yici twisted his eyebrows and stopped the system's behavior, "The life of this temple belongs to oneself, and it should not be lived for anyone. ”

[Host, this is your mission object, the meaning of your travel through the small world is for the mission object, do you understand? 】

The system is rarely at peace, it thinks, its CPU has burned hot.

"That's just one of the reasons, and it's not even that important." Yici explained indifferently, "You can go to other hosts, but don't point fingers at your hosts. ”

To enter a new small world is to go from birth to death.

They exist to do tasks, but they are not limited to tasks, and there is more to do in their lives than just tasks.

The short time of the mission should not be the whole narrative of their lives.

【Host, you...... You know I have other hosts......]

250 suddenly extinguished the fire, wilting.

"Hmm." Yici looked cold, "Get out." ”

Next, she has to write her own script, and there is no so-called male protagonist's script.

The system was silent, and Yici also stood up, dressed in red, full of momentum, and the bravado and recklessness between his eyebrows and eyes were completely released, like a demon, beautiful as a fairy, but cold as a demon.

"You killed the Holy Son!"

The blue-robed man's face changed drastically.

"Your Majesty is dead—"

In the distance, a mournful voice broke the confrontation, and the mourning bell was dull, making the dark clouds of heaven and earth darker and more oppressive.

It's breathless.