"What happened to Wu'er?" Seeing that she was silent, he forced himself to stay, and grabbed her anxiously, "Why are you angry with others, I am sorry for you, I forced you step by step like this, I am responsible for you, but these have nothing to do with Wu'er, she is just a child." ”

Gong Qianzhu raised a karmic fire namelessly, gritted his teeth and glared back at him, "Because of her, I lost a pair of eyes, because of her, you drove me to a dead end, and made me such a culprit, you said it has nothing to do with her?"

Mo Zili clasped her wrist tightly, and there was a little more sternness in her eyes, "Xiaozhu, simple hatred can't solve any problems, it will only make you fall into a deeper catastrophe, and the god of vain takes compassion as the responsibility to help the world, and you are even more so as a Nuwa, if you stick to your hatred and refuse to let go, you are not afraid of losing the world in the end?"

Gong Qianzhu smiled coldly in her heart, took away her stars and moon, destroyed her world into darkness, and in the end actually asked her to let go, how could she let go?

She shook off his hand fiercely, took two quick steps forward and turned around, and shouted angrily with her long sleeves: "It's you who refuse to let me go! You and the world, you are forcing me! Mo Zili, I gave you the opportunity to kill me when everything can still be turned back, but you can't do it! It's you who lose the world and lose me!"

As if the sky split a thunderbolt, Mozi was shocked, looked at her fixedly, and his heart sank, "Xiaozhu, you have changed." ”

She smiled bitterly, as if to ask him, "If there are no stars and no moon in the sky, is the sun still the same sun?"

Without Changyuan and his sister, is Qianzhu still the same Qianzhu?

A trace of pain flashed in Mozili's eyes, he stretched out his hand to hold her and prevent her from retreating, and roared in pain: "Xiaozhu, stop it, don't you understand?

Gong Qianzhu looked at him coldly, only feeling ridiculous.

The world that does not need to create a god......

She stared at him coldly and said word by word: "Since the whole world doesn't want me, then I don't want the whole world either." ”

The only difference is that she can destroy the world, but the world cannot destroy the creator god.

The wind blew open the window, and the wind and snow outside the window blew in, and Mozi took a step back from looking at her in a daze, and her body was cold inch by inch.

Gong Qianzhu smiled lowly, suddenly came up to him, and smiled charmingly, "Why don't I take you to a place." ”

Only when he goes there will he be a little more sober.

With a wave of the gorgeous snow robe, thousands of petals flew one after another, and the two disappeared out of thin air from the rain of flowers, and flew down from the sky again, surrounded by a sea of molten fire.

Mo Zili looked in horror at the Taibaimen people hanging densely in the air in the cave, their wrists were imprisoned by the red-hot iron ring, and below them was boiling molten molasse, the raging fire kept jumping up the cliff, and every time the ghost fire was vigorous, the distorted black shadow in the flame would emit a tragic cry like a ghost.

Eighteen layers of purgatory!

He was dizzy for a while, leaned down and held on to the hot rock next to him, almost nauseated, angry, a fishy sweetness rolled up in his chest, and a mouthful of shocking black blood coughed out.

Gong Qianzhu stood quietly to the side and watched, and involuntarily reached out to help him.

Mozi avoided it almost in disgust, straightened up, there was only a cold in her eyes, after all, she couldn't restrain herself, and slapped it, she didn't hide, she suffered it stiffly.

"Gong Qianzhu, I didn't expect you to become so vicious, and when you ascend to that position, you can treat human life like a mustard?"

She stroked her aching cheeks, the trace of unbearability that had just been revealed in her eyes turned back into a cold silence, she looked at the ghost prison with a faint face, a sea of fire was reflected in her eyes, she smiled faintly, "That day, I was also burned by the flames like this, why didn't you come to save me like this?"

Mo Zili was stunned, staring blankly at her side face with a faint smile, and the right hand that had just slapped her was numb with pain, and he actually hurt her again.

Gong Qianzhu turned to look at him, as if he was smiling, but not like he was smiling.

"I have suffered the sword qi under the Zhuxian Terrace, I have suffered it, I have suffered the two layers of ice and fire in the Lock Demon Tower, the pain of gouging out my eyes, the pain of burning my body, the hatred of killing my father, and the hatred of killing my brother, I have suffered all these pains, and the three slaps you gave me, I have also suffered. She smiled beautifully and wantonly, and the light of the fire could barely be seen on her face, "So, is the suffering of these people very small compared to the torment and torture I have endured?"

Mo Zili closed his eyes and couldn't help but tremble to hide the remorse in his eyes.

"At that time, why didn't you have the compassion you have now?" Gong Qianzhu grabbed his sleeve, looked up at him vacantly, and suddenly laughed weirdly, "Or is it that in Mozili's eyes, it is natural for people in the world to hurt me, but I can't touch anyone in the world at all?"

Mo Zili shook his head weakly, how could it be this reason, it was precisely because she was so important to him that he didn't want to watch her hands stained with blood, step by step on that desperate road from which there was no turning back.