Feel my pain?

Qin Jue stared at the locust Buddha quietly, with extremely cruel anger on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, the originally low and sad mourning song became extremely high!

It's like a drowning person trying his best to poke his head out of the water and let out the furiest last cry to the world.

The hissing sound is about to split, and the liver and intestines are broken!!

The ultimate sadness is mixed with the ultimate anger!

is extremely sad and angry, just like a certain novel by a literary master a few decades ago, the protagonist looks up to the sky and shouts in extreme grief and anger: "God, hang me to death!! ”

The roar was like thunder, and the entire Nanhai City was in darkness.

Black clouds kept piling up over the city.

Rumbling thunder erupted in the clouds.

It seems that Qin Jue is playing the Dong Xiao, but in fact, the Dong Xiao is telling the grief and anger of the King of Yama through Qin Jue's mouth.

The grief and anger of a Yama naturally caused a vision of heaven and earth, black clouds and thunder, and it was the anger of the heavens and the anger shown by Yama's grief and anger!

This picture, if seen by outsiders, is afraid that it will be unforgettable for eternity.

In Nanhai City, Qin Jue looked like a Yama venting his grief and anger.

The light blue dragon scale sword was deeply inserted into the locust Buddha's chest, but the locust Buddha's eyes were dull and did not move, allowing wave after wave of increasingly high and aggressive sorrow and anger to pour into its head!

Seeing my mother die with my own eyes.

That beautiful promise has vanished.

The locust Buddha statue felt sad, and then jumped on top of the mother's corpse, angrily biting the heavens and the earth, and the appearance of madness, eager to tear the mother's corpse into powder.

Why are you lying to me!!

Give me hope, give me despair, do I deserve this disappointment?

Why are you telling me what you can't do!

Why!!

The Buddha of Locusts was furious to the extreme.

Until the mother's body was completely reduced to bits and pieces of flesh.

Its anger had only subsided a little, and it stood panting and shivering.

Really, it's cold!

Felt it, grief?

Qin Jue quietly stared at the crazy locusts Buddha in front of him, and the chill in his eyes became even stronger.

He was almost unable to suppress his desire to slaughter the locusts Buddha.

But don't rush, don't rush.

The grand slaughter is to be saved for the last enjoyment.

Sometimes, Qin Jue's psychology is so dark and gloomy.

The Buddha's strongest defense, torn apart by itself.

In Qin Jue's pure black eyes, seeing the locust Buddha was like looking at a dying prey.

Not!

After the sorrowful voice of the gods.

Qin Jue once again played a low and depressed syllable.

This time, it no longer resembles a whimper of despair at the beginning, but a prayer that borders on utter despair.

O drowning man, the only straw he reached out to grasp, broke.

He watched as the shore grew farther and farther away from him.

Feel the river slowly dragging itself into the abyss.

There is no hope.

He closed his eyes and prayed desperately for the afterlife.

Pray for no more suffering in the next life and give me happiness.

And in front of the locust Buddha, this is the picture, he returned to the beginning, in front of him is an endless rice field, each ear of rice is full and fat.

But a dark rainstorm came, and it began to flood the rice fields.

The ears of rice gradually bent their waists.

Plump rice, pierced by torrential rain, sunk into the mud.

And it, the Locust Buddha, was powerless, and could only hide under a rock, not daring to face the torrential rain outside that could tear itself apart at every turn.

Without it, all hope is gone.

The light in the eyes of the locusts Buddha disappeared completely.

After the rainstorm, the rice paddies are already in shambles.

The rice that had been light to it was all mixed into the mud, and none of them could be embraced by it.

The love of his life is slowly dying in front of him.

What if the rainstorm has passed?

The locust staggered out of the stones, stepped on the rice fields torn apart by the rainstorm, and just hit the ground, the soft mud made it impossible to pull its feet.

The locusts Buddha did not struggle, did not panic, but looked at the broken rice fields in front of him in despair and calm, allowing the mud to gradually swallow his feet, then his stomach, wings, neck joints, and finally his head.

If you want to bear the pain of the death of your loved one, it is easier to die with your beloved.

The locust Buddha closed its eyes, and the mud overflowed its eyes, engulfing its entire body.

Let's just die together......

I can't live alone in this world......

But I hope ......

In that world, I will always have you.......

The prayers of the Buddha of the Locusts, along with itself, were eventually swallowed up in the mud.......

Bang!

The locust Buddha, which was so huge that it covered the sky, collapsed with a bang.

Countless pairs of wings stopped flapping, and the entire bloody body fell from the sky, smashing to the ground, smoke everywhere, earth and rocks flying, and a city gymnasium was smashed to pieces.

In the midst of the ruins, the locusts were gray-eyed and motionless.

Not.......

Finally, the hole flute in Qin Jue's mouth finished playing the last syllable.

It's like the bubble sound of a drowning person who is finally swallowed by a river.

Cold, long, indifferent, like the passing of life.

At the end of a funeral song, Qin Jue put down the dong flute.

At this time, the determined special fighters who were sticking to the vicinity immediately reported to the capital.

"The funeral song is over!"

In the Forbidden Palace in the capital, Wang Lao, who had always been anxiously waiting, suddenly relaxed, and waved his hand: "Restart the signal of the Forbidden Palace, hurry up and connect the battle situation in Nanhai City, and at the same time, in order to avoid the appearance of mourning songs, continue to suspend the national signal!" ”

"Yes!"

At this time, with the end of the funeral song, more and more eyes were redirected to Nanhai City.

Everyone who pays attention to Nanhai City wants to know.

At the end of the funeral, who wins and who loses?

Finally, the big screen reappeared in the picture of Nanhai City.

At this moment, everyone was silent, and their eyes were extremely moved.

I saw that on the big screen, Qin Jue walked in front of the Locust Buddha and reached out to take out the dragon scale sword inserted in the locust Buddha's chest.

Then, along the two ribs of the locust Buddha, he began to scrape and cut one knife after another.

With every scraping of the knife, Qin Jue would throw a piece of flesh and blood on the ground.

A knife scraped from the two ribs of the locust Buddha to the thigh.

Pieces of dark yellow flesh were cut off, almost piled up into a mountain.

"A Thousand Cuts ......."

Someone's voice trembled and murmured: "The Chief of the General Staff is ....... that monster A real cut of a thousand cuts. ”

The real picture of a thousand cuts made many people feel acid in their stomachs and couldn't help but vomit.

In the Western Eagle Alliance, John jumped up directly and scolded: "Qin Jue is really a madman!" It's a demon! It would be nice to kill it directly, but he was using a knife to scrape that monster to the bone, he was too crazy, too bloody! How did such a person become the chief of the general staff of Great Xia!! ”

After scolding, John felt endless fear again.

If you really offend Qin Jue.

Wouldn't that be the case, too, to be scraped to the bone with such a knife?

Thinking of this, John shuddered violently, and goosebumps broke out all over his body.