Gulf became worried. He didn't seem to know the Qi Lang in front of him at all, because he exuded a crazy and evil aura all over his body, very much like a devil possessed him. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Qi Lang's raised hands, where it was dark and dark, and faintly, there seemed to be a platform, and on that platform, a wide seat was standing.

"You're worrying me, buddy!" Gulf slowly paced to the seat, turning his head to observe Qi Lang's movements. He was still laughing wildly, his breathing was struggling, and he even coughed a few times. Gulf's counsel he didn't even hear in his ears, as if he had gone mad and lost himself completely.

"Would you like to stop, it's not a good time for a stage show, you're scaring me!" Gulf quickened his pace, he needed to find out what the hell had turned that good brother into a different person.

Gulf saw it, and it was a huge throne, at least on the surface, it looked like the. The black wood was smooth and beautifully carved, and if it was a tulip or a peony, it would undoubtedly be a throne. But it wasn't, the lines looked unusually clear, just on the left and right shoulders, each poked out a devil's head, and its wide chair back happened to be the huge wings of two hideous devils embracing each other, and in the center of that wing, a beast's head was engraved. Gulf knew the head because he had seen it so often—it was a frontal portrait of a wolf!

"We've got to get out!!" Gulf screamed, "we've got to get out of this damn place, buddy. We'll leave right away!!"

Qi Lang was still there laughing wildly. It's as if Gulf was in his eyes. Just a pathetic and pathetic coward. He was laughing at him, laughing at his good brother, more like laughing at this merciless world!

Ridicule was not an accurate expression, on the contrary, he himself had been the object of ridicule—the eyes that narrowed together outside the cage, the big mouth that reached the base of the ear! the berserk thugs with sticks and spears who dealt a fatal blow to the innocent gray-haired woman! the vile villains who were plain and sanctimonious but fell in danger when the crisis came! the defenders who proclaimed to defend the gods. But he opened his filthy bloody mouth and scolded the noble ones who were bitches and prostitutes!

Qi Lang's heart was completely occupied by hatred!

"Haha...... Haha......"

He laughed maniacally, his voice growing hoarse. He finally understood why Credon had a hoarse voice, which was the inevitable result of crying and laughing! Voices were useless to them, because they didn't have to speak out against the world, they didn't have to express their dissatisfaction with the world!

All they need to do is blood for blood and tooth for tooth!

The bloody scenes flew through his mind one after another, and Qi Lang saw it, the most tragic scene!

A woman. It was pulled out by hundreds of strong men. People spit on her and shouted insults at her. As if that would bring them closer to the noble gods.

What did she do wrong? She just defiled a strongman and gave birth to that child. But so what? She went incognito, went away, and raised the child entirely with her own hands.

But they ran after her, and tore her not so gorgeous garment, and cut her long, beautiful and smooth hair messily. Sticks were pounded as if they were beating the murderer who had committed a heinous crime, as if they were denouncing the most promiscuous slut in the world!

The child, like a lamb to the slaughter, was put in a cage, crying heartbreakingly, but to no avail.

She died, so tragic, so innocent!

"Haha...... Haha......"

Qi Lang laughed maniacally. He felt that he was the child, the child who endured the greatest pain in the world!

"Scream...... Scream, subjects!" Qi Lang shouted, "I will repay those arrogant persecutions a hundredfold!"

Gulf covered his ears in horror, for he thought the scream was too harsh, and it seemed to be mixed with the voice of another man—it must have been the voice of the devil!

"Stop!stop!!" Gulf tried to suppress Qi Lang's madness at his highest volume, but he found that it was ineffective, because his voice had been completely swallowed up—by the endless resentment!

However, at this moment, a familiar and deep voice suddenly came into Qi Lang's mind: "That's not you!"

In a soft glow, Iglu finally stepped out, stumbling on his feet, and without careful observation, it was evident that he had suffered a number of injuries. But he was persuading, with all his kindness, reminding softly: "That's not you, my friend, that's never what you want to be!"

Iglu's nose wrinkled slightly, looking a little threatening, but Qi Lang knew very well that the real meaning of that expression was pain, and he didn't know if it was the injuries on his body that made him feel pain, or if he finally discovered the truth, and that truth was the biggest source of pain.

"That's not you, my friend. "And, I want to tell you that it doesn't foreshadow our fate, because we've already made our choice. ”

Igru's words, to Gulf's ears, were nothing more than a wolf howl. He was very worried that the demon's messenger was playing some trick to lead his good brother astray, but he noticed that Qi Lang had quieted down, of course, he was still gasping for air, but at least in his expression, he was not so crazy anymore. So he gave up the idea of shooting an arrow into Igru's throat and stood by vigilantly, waiting to see what happened.

"Isn't that me?" Qi Lang finally trembled and let out a voice, it was his own real voice, he was still the commander and good brother that Gulf was familiar with, his voice was not sweet, but at least it was not hoarse and crazy. Qi Lang looked at Igro carefully as if this was their first meeting: "We have already made a choice?"

Iglu's figure shook a few times, and he almost fell, and it seemed that his injuries were far more serious than he had imagined, but he still stood firm, and his voice was unusually firm: "You're right, we've already made our choice, the right choice. Hatred should not extinguish conscience, nor should it accompany people for a lifetime. Of course, we don't have to choose and forget about those hatreds, but we can choose our own attitude, choose the right attitude to face it. ”

Qi Lang exhaled a long breath, as if at that moment, he also spit out all the resentment that had accumulated in his chest: "Yes, we have already made the right choice. But what was that?"

"That's my brother and his fateful partner. Igru once again showed a pained expression, as if what he was saying now was also extremely difficult for him to accept, "That's their choice, and their choice is completely different from ours. ”

Qi Lang walked out completely, the look in his eyes was no longer confused, but replaced by firmness, the same firmness as Iglu.

"How are you, my friend?" he walked over to Igro, reaching out to stroke the almost bone-deep wound in his chest, "I notice you've got quite a few injuries, I hope you're all right......

Igru stepped back, dodging Qi Lang's palm, as if a red-hot soldering iron was hidden in the palm of his hand.

"I'm going to be fine...... You know, how could something happen to me?" Iglu's voice was a little low, "I think you already know who I am...... That's a rumor, isn't it?"

"I don't believe it!" Qi Lang read Iglu's mind in an instant, "It's all made up by ignorant guys, the so-called legends, about demons, about gods, it's all nonsense!"

"It's a pity, that's not...... Igoru's eyes darkened, "at least not exactly." Thanks to my brother's efforts, I learned a lot about the past. As you know, I'm not the beast you've been looking forward to, or should I say, our connection is not fatalistic. It may be a subconscious choice that I chose you, but it should be in my bones - I need a host full of hatred, because that kind of host is very helpful to me, and it is very helpful for me to release the repression in my heart. You get the idea, huh?"

Qi Lang closed his eyes, frowned, and tried his best to restrain his thoughts, because he knew that any thought he had would accurately reach Igru's head. They are intellectually interconnected, and there are no secrets from each other.

"Like me, you have doubted. Igro shook his head feebly, "Don't shy away from it, face it, my friend." You have doubted whether my presence is really God's favor, you have suspected that I have intruded into your life with an ulterior secret, and I have always known that you have had such thoughts. And I, I, too, have tried to instinctively transform you into the person I want you to be. ”

"But you didn't do that!" Qi Lang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes became more determined and more confident, "I know what you want to say, my friend, we are inseparable, we are partners in fate!"

Iglo smiled faintly, "Do you really think that? You know, we snow wolves are the messengers of demons, the most ferocious symbol of all things in this world. Do you really think that?"

"No, Iglu!" Qi Lang rushed forward and hugged the snow wolf's neck tightly, "That's not you, that's definitely not you!" (To be continued......)