Heavenly Emperor

No one does not yearn for heaven, but lives in The Underworld.

The gnawing meeting was held for a full day and night. This group of humans is very experienced. They have allowed the wailing to last for so long. Whenever the wailing weakens, they must have a new way to keep them screaming.

This is the process of annihilation of human form. Of course, it is not wrong. They have accumulated too many resentments. If they don't vent it, it is not a good thing.

Until the next day at noon, although it seemed that it was impossible to distinguish the dawn from the night in this world, because at all times, it was pitch black, only three blood-red crescent moons hung high in the sky.

It is said that once the world was divided into day and night, with birds and flowers, and black and white.

But since the war of annihilation broke out, the sun has gradually disappeared from this world, replaced by darkness, and the light from the blood-red crescent moon, which gradually breeds the tyranny in the heart, and stays in a red and black world. Over time, even a good person will gradually become irritable.

What disappeared in the sunshine at the same time was the fragrance of birds and flowers, that quietness, and the gurgling streams, replaced by the scorched rugged rocks all over the mountains, and the beasts that hunted humans everywhere like hunters.

People’s revenge is terrifying. At this moment, there are only bones left on the ground, and there is no trace of those beasts. Xia Qi rolls his sleeves, and the wind is surging, whether it is human remains or those beasts. After eating, the bones were all turned into powder by Xia Qi and dissipated in the air.

The whole space is quiet, and everyone is in a trance for an instant, and a sense of security emerges spontaneously, as if looking back at the past.

There was a moment of silence, and someone suddenly looked forward to say: "I have heard that before the war to destroy people, humans were the masters of the heavens and the earth. It was said that the sky was blue at that time."

In a word, I pulled everyone into that kind of retrospect, and heard people continue to say: "When I was a child, I heard my grandfather say that when he was a child, he could lie on the grass and sleep comfortably for an afternoon. There is no danger. The sunset glow can dye half of the sky red, and the beauty is intoxicating."

There is a strong hope in their voices.

"I want to live in the past, huh" before the words were finished, the man suddenly turned his head and gritted his teeth, but tears still flowed out.

A cry caused waves, and the cry was gradually no longer suppressed. Everyone looked at the ground in front of them with a psychic expression, silently crying.

"Huh" a bitter cry sounded, and a thin man with only one left hand had just recovered from a serious injury, knocking on the ground, crying, wailing.

Suddenly, he looked up at Xia Qi and the Empress sitting side by side on a large rock under the bloody moonlight. Suddenly, wisps of resentment appeared in his eyes, wrapped in tears, and wailed: "Ancestor, why don't you come earlier? , If you come early, I won't..."

Xia Qi was playing a game of wrenching fingers with the empress. He was the one who pulled it, and the one that the empress ignored. Hearing this, the two turned their heads faintly.

His tears were real, and he was indeed miserable. He was basically like a human stick, leaving only one arm, one hand, and three broken fingers.

"Boom boom"

The more he talked, the more grief he became. He beat the ground heavily, blood oozing from his arm, and countless people watched him and left tears of grief and sympathy.

"Why didn't you come earlier?"

Everyone couldn't help but nodded slightly, and at the same time turned their heads to look at Xia Qi.

Xia Qi raised his eyebrows. This person was really sad, and it could be seen that he was indeed miserable. He put down the finger of the empress, slowly got up, fell under the rock, and walked towards the person step by step.

Condescendingly, looking down at this person, Xia Qi's face was unwavering, and he said lightly: "A person like you, living is a waste of air."

Everyone looked at Xia Qi with wide eyes as if sluggish, as if auditory hallucinations appeared in their own ears, but Xia Qi went on to say: "I regret very much and regret saving you. You were not saved at all. value."

The man's wailing paused slightly, and then resentment appeared in his eyes, and he quivered slightly on the ground.

In the crowd next to him, an upright voice suddenly appeared: "Zudi, he is already so miserable, how can you say that?"

"Yes! Zudi, we are very grateful that you saved us, but..."

However, before they finished speaking, Xia Qi suddenly turned his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and coldly said: "He takes care of me so badly. Did I make him so miserable? I saved you, what should you say? "

"You should only say thank you, because I don't want to save you."

Everyone did not expect Xia Qihui to speak like this. It was beyond expectation. Everyone was sluggish in place. However, what was even more unexpected was that Xia Qi looked down at the person, then raised his hand and said indifferently: "You have lost the value of being saved." Then he waved his hand.

"Kacha" a ray of lightning flashed, and this person was in front of everyone, and was turned into fly ash by Xia Qi without any hesitation. There was no need to explain, this person was not worthy of being rescued.

After waving his hand, Xia Qi turned around and left, as if sweeping away a fallen leaf. As he walked, Xia Qi's momentum rose up, suffocating all the honest words that he had blurted out.

Step by step onto the rock, Xia Qi was condescending, glanced around, coldly said: "In this case, I will also take this opportunity to talk to you."

"I asked you, why do you think I want to save you?"

Everyone was quiet, but the gratitude in the eyes was gradually replaced by consternation, followed by strands of resentment and strands of disgust.

Xia Qi turned a blind eye, saying word by word: "Do you think it's because of your respectful name? That humble and pathetic respect?"

"Or is it because you are miserable?"

"Or, do you think I was born to save you? Who made it?"

Xia Qi's words were like a knife, peeling away their hearts little by little, and then plunged into the depths.

Breathing gradually became quicker, and these few words made a lot of people's eyes blushing anger. They didn't dare to speak, but they didn't want to listen to the words like a knife.

"Or!" Xia Qi's mouth sneered even more, "Do you think that you are both humans, should you save you?"

Xia Qi looked like that god, overlooking these existences. He had no intention of imposing his own thought on everyone. However, he had to say something clearly. His voice gradually became louder, and Xia Qi's tone seemed to be drumming and banging.

"I want you to remember that I save you not because you should save, but because I save you will make me happy. Therefore, if it makes me unhappy, it is not worth saving."

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