Chapter 220: The Pain of Giving Up
Lige's eyes were incredulous, and he said hoarsely in a voice that was scorched by the fire: "No, it's impossible. "The old voice of an old man in the twilight of his life is no longer as sweet as before.
She confidently believed that she was the one who was above others and sat on the throne to kill the lives and deaths of others. But when she cut open the surface, she found that she was just a poor clown who played tricks, and finally ended up being stupid.
Suddenly, Lige suddenly laughed indulgently, she looked up at the boundless darkness and said: "Puppet Emperor, Puppet Emperor, you directed and acted in front of the puppet army to play a trick with my favor, but you just used me as a deer. You calculated thousands of years ago to wake me up and let me die. ”
Immediately, Li Ge raised his proud head, glanced at Shen Moli and said, "This girl was born as a phoenix, and she will die delicately, so I don't need you, the human race, to break it for me." ”
After that, the glass singer who was already waiting to die twisted a few leads, and went straight to his neck, and he was going to kill himself. She was born with the feeling that she was superior to others, and naturally she did not want to die and be tortured.
It was just a hard pull on the lead, but it didn't cut her throat as Lige expected.
The moment Lili Huoguang pulled the lead in Lige, it suddenly burned the lead into ashes. Shen Moli sacrificed to the black flame and put it away again after the lead disappeared.
Earlier, Shen Moli sacrificed the power of dreams, causing a moment of darkness in front of Lige's eyes, and took the opportunity to bring Lige into the dream, just to delay time, so that Mojia could get rid of his madness. Lige wanted to control her and Mojia everywhere, but Shen Moli never thought of taking Lige's life.
Shen Moli looked at Lige, who was sitting on the ground and lost his soul, and finally sighed and said: "It's better to die than to live, even if the clouds in the world are ordinary, but when you are alive, you will always encounter people and things that are worth your own ties." Death and reincarnation may not be better than this life. ”
Lige's appearance is about the same age as her, and after Shen Moli lost his memory, he knew very little about the puppet emperor's puppet army. She just looked at it from the perspective in front of her, and felt that Lige should not have easily lost her life in Qingqinghua.
"You're not going to kill me?" asked Lige in surprise.
Three thousand years of Shaoguang, except for the thousand years when he fell into a deep sleep, Lige spent almost the rest of his years in killing and being killed. She had seen too many people who wanted to put themselves to death, and she didn't believe that there were still good people in the world who were waiting for her.
Shen Moli's persuasion was like a gentle spring breeze in the cold winter, blowing into Lige's heart, which had already frozen all emotions, making Lige feel a little unbelievable, and even wondered if Shen Moli had other plans.
"Why should I kill you?" Shen Moli said, turned around, and gestured to the mountain demon to leave.
Although the mountain demon got rid of the madness, it still failed to transform back into the original form of the last armor. When she was wrestling with Lige with her dreams, Shen Moli also tried to communicate with the mountain demon, but was surprised to find that the mountain demon was still unable to communicate with her. It's just that after Shen Moli finished speaking, he said some obscure demon dialects that Shen Moli couldn't understand.
However, when Shen Moli patrolled the body of the mountain demon again, he did not find any traces of Ding microcrystalline stone attached. For a while, Shen Moli couldn't figure out the reason why the mountain demon could no longer transform back into the end of the armor.
It's just that she hasn't forgotten the wind gathering girl who was isolated by the enchantment, although the enchantment here is not paper paste, it is easy to break, but after the wind has hit for a long time, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no accidents.
Wanting to avoid the crisis, Shen Moli thought of the best way to hurry as soon as possible.
Seeing Shen Moli turning his back to him, a hint of evil flashed in Lige's surprised eyes. She waved her palm, and suddenly twisted out a hundred leads, stabbing straight towards Shen Moli's body.
In Lige's dictionary, there has never been the word morality. Since Shen Moli turned his back to her, he showed her the biggest flaw. Lige never minded, stabbing people in the back a few times, even if the other party had the opportunity to erase himself without killing.
The lead of the silent sneak attack did not stab Shen Moli's back as Li Ge expected, but was burned by the sudden black flames.
Shen Moli rushed to the distance without looking back with the mountain demon, and before leaving, he turned his back to Li Ge and said coldly: "This is your last chance, and if it is a sneak attack, I will not show mercy again." ”
With good intentions, she couldn't smile at the people who wanted to put her to death, and raised her neck countless times for others to try to erase. She doesn't have the intention of killing Lige, and it doesn't mean that she can let others want to bully her countless times.
It's just that before he could take a few more steps, an extremely cold voice suddenly came from the darkness: "You are in such a hurry to go, where do you want to go?" You found Chu Bai for me, I haven't had time to thank you yet." ”
The sound line is oozing with a thousand feet of coldness, and if the words can freeze people's cold wind and scrape the bones.
Hearing the voice that echoed in the enchantment, Lige was stunned, and the horror in his eyes was vividly displayed. That voice will make her recognize it in another thousand years. Before she fell into a deep sleep, she distinctly remembered a tiny black figure that almost put her in a place of death.
If it weren't for a puppet in her hand back then, who blocked the mortal crisis on her behalf at the last moment, she would probably have no life now. But because of that figure, she lost the most proud puppet that took hundreds of years to get her hands on.
Time has passed for a thousand years, and the voice of that small figure, Li Ge has never forgotten it, and the cool sound that echoed at this time made Li Ge instantly think of the figure that had shocked her. She looked at the boundless darkness, instantly floating like floating in the sea, full of hopeless despair.
It's just that today, Chu Wu didn't have the heart to control Lige, it immediately jumped in front of Shen Moli, staring at Shen Moli with a venomous expression.
Following Shen Moli's guidance, Chu Wu really found Chu Bai who was fighting against the enchantment mechanism. It's just that Chu Wu discovered at a glance that Chu Bai, who was rescued by it from the enchantment, was probably a fake who stole his knowledge and changed his thoughts. It has Chu Bai's body, but it is no longer Chu Bai's thinking.
Three countries and six seas, there are not a few people who take away. Chu Wu hated the person who took Chu Bai's body, but let it kill Chu Bai, it would not be able to do it for thousands of years. After hesitating, Chu Wu had no choice but to knock Chu Bai unconscious, and then find another plan.
And even Chu Bai, the first thing Chu Wu thought of was Shen Moli.
Chu Wu didn't know what happened to Chu Bai in the secret passage, but it was an irreversible situation. It is extremely difficult for the consciousness and soul of those who have been taken away to have the possibility of retrieving it.
This kind of proximity, but it is very likely that Chu Bai will never be seen again, makes Chu Wu's heart overflow with unspeakable pain and sourness. It wanted to drive away the snatchers, but it was completely helpless in the face of Chu Bai's petite body, which made Chu Wu want to vent his dissatisfaction on the rest of the related people at this time.
Chu Bai's pain must not be in vain!
Chu Wu glared at Shen Moli angrily, his already gloomy and terrifying eyes were even more like the most evil ghosts from the eighteenth layer of hell at this time.