Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yaowanggu, a white mouse breeding center.

The more Wuhuan is cleaning the cage, changing food, and checking the health of each mouse. Over the years, in order to get the special mice that Song Qingshi wanted, he put aside the breeding ideas in the materials, tried to use the pill and the magic circle to cooperate, in order to achieve the desired effect, he failed many times, and finally found a suitable method. , A special mouse is pregnant, it is possible to give birth to more special mouse babies, forming a stable production.

This group of little white mouse babies will be his engagement gift to Song Qingshi.

The more Huanhuan wished to stay in the breeding house for twelve hours, take care of this pregnant female mouse, so as not to make any mistakes.

Suddenly, the door of the breeding house opened.

Yue Wuhuan froze. There are several mice breeding in Yaowanggu, most of them are ordinary mice, which are taken care of by apprentices. This room involving special mouse breeding is listed as a restricted area, strictly disinfected and kept clean. , Only he, Song Qingshi and Qingluan can come in.

Song Qingshi went out.

Qingluan would never push the door in such a big thorn.

There was no movement in the poisonous fog array and the enchantment, and the Blood King Vine he had placed in the dark did not respond, and he could not detect the incoming breath.

Such things represent the coming of danger in the world of immortality.

A terrifying gaze came, and he looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a beautiful dying prey, whistling frivolously...

Yue Wuhuan was strictly disinfected when he entered the breeding center. Not only did he wear a white robe, he also put a golden mask on the shelf outside. Now the danger came silently, and he was unprepared, too late to mobilize Han Yujue and cover his face with toxins. He could only raise his head, revealing his bright face, and asked softly: "Can you go out?"

In front of him was an unfamiliar monk, tall and handsome, wearing a golden feather and mysterious jade garment, carrying countless magical instruments, and swimming with a sword around his waist. He was extraordinary. He looked at Yue Wuhuan as if watching a joke, and suddenly released a powerful pressure, with waves of killing intent, swept over him, forcibly pressing the knees of the foundation-building cultivator in front of him.

This is a distracted monk.

Yue Wuhuan could hardly stand firm, and the mouse beside him was affected by the coercive aftermath, making a sharp cry in pain.

This is the most precious little white mouse in the Qing Dynasty, and it cannot be injured.

Yue Wuhuan hurriedly guarded the enchantment cage, begging: "Please don't kill me here, it will stain the place, go out and kill."

The distracted monk was a little surprised when he saw him holding on and not kneeling, and then saw the mouse protected by the enchantment, frowned in disgust, flicked his fingers, several wind blades directly opened the roof, destroyed the walls, and dust. Flying up, rubble fell one after another, smashed on the cages and experimental equipment of the mice. Hundreds of mice died and fled, and years of hard work were destroyed.

Yue Wuhuan clung to the cage containing the pregnant mouse, blocking all attacks.

The hair crown was smashed off, the long blue threads were scattered, the internal organs were all injured by the resistance coercion, and a trace of blood came out from the corner of the mouth...

The more Wuhuan sat on the ground, looking at the scenery in front of him in disbelief.

"Introduce myself, my name is Zhao Ye, or call me Yuanyang Xianzun?" The man who claimed to be Zhao Ye stepped forward, violently snatched the cage of the mouse in his arms and placed it on his fingertips. Looked, disgusted, "What kind of shit? It's dirty."

He threw the cage into the air, released several wind blades, and tore them into pieces, and then admired the shocked expression of Yue Wuhuan, and pinched a magic trick with one hand. The raging fire ignited and burned all the blood and corpses. Smiled: "Can you look at me?"

Yue Wuhuan turned his gaze back with difficulty, and said vigilantly: "Yuanyang Immortal Venerable closed his death gate eight hundred years ago, who are you? What hate do you have with Yaowanggu?"

If a monk breaks through the hopelessness, he will try to close the deadlock. Unless he dies or is promoted, he will never leave. Yaowanggu’s books have recorded the deeds of Monk Yuanyang. He is a very determined monk who is distracted. He has been closed for many years in order to break through his cultivation base. It is said that he has fallen for a long time. How can he leave before he breaks through? , Looking for yourself that you never know each other?

"Haha, eight hundred years? I said why this body has a weird smell, and it has mushrooms. I almost thought it was a zongzi," Zhao Ye laughed. "I will introduce myself again. I am Space-Time Tasker #081. After returning from the wild world, I received a temporary task from the system to clean up the chaos caused by the rookie."

Yue Wuhuan looked at him blankly, but couldn't understand a word.

Zhao Ye scratched his head. He was a guy with a bad personality. After his death, his soul was entered into the system for some reason, and he was selected as the tasker. He did a lot of tasks and completed a lot of tasks. This time, the temporary task released by the system was very hurried, and he casually poured half of the book into his mind, let him get rid of the cannon fodder that changed the line of fate, and rescue the real protagonist, with a strange condition attached... …

It wants to get the desperate despair.

Zhao Ye would occasionally receive such tasks with additional conditions, and the rewards were very generous.

This task is as simple as a vacation.

"The quest to save you is Song Qingshi? I have never seen such a stupid rookie," Zhao Ye knelt down, grinning with a smile, "Novice missions are difficult to protect, super simple, but let him save the protagonist. How can you rescue this cannon fodder?"

Yue Wuhuan awoke from the pain of the destruction of the breeding room. He showed just the right amount of fear, grasped the key point, and carefully asked: "What is the protagonist?"

Zhao Ye said, "Bai Zihao, he is the son of luck in this world."

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, and then asked: "Where about me?"

"You're a damned person," Zhao Ye hated iron but not steel when he mentioned the newcomer. "That rookie may not have a good mind. Even if the protagonist is not kind, at least he is pure in body. He hasn't been **** by a man yet, right? How could he make the mistake of being a stray and dirty stuff like you?"

Yue Wuhuan trembled slightly.

Zhao Ye saw his fear, struck the iron while it was hot, and continued to humiliate him. He vividly described the interesting scenes in the book. Bai Zihao looked at the scenes of his love for joy, those unbearable gestures, those stray words, and then looked at him ashamed Sighed happily: "You are really mean."

But, this cheap stuff is so beautiful.

Zhao Ye has also done this kind of task. What he likes is the protagonist's type, clean and cute, simple and easy to coax, easy to be shy, just save the other party from the clutches of the hand, hit the face of the vicious villain, and pamper him sweetly in his palm, happily Rolling the sheets, let him spend his life happily, and get a high score to end the task.

He didn’t like Yue Wuhuan’s slutty beauty, but he looked at the beautiful mole under his phoenix eyes, the luxurious and gorgeous facial features, and the thin waist...He felt a little itchy in his heart, even if he didn’t have additional tasks, he still thought. Bullying fiercely, until you push into the abyss of despair, and then kill. He didn't conceal the task, because he saw the pride in the opponent's bones from his unyielding, he wanted to deprive him of everything he had, destroy everything he cared about... and then kill.

He skillfully used humiliation sentence by sentence, looking for the weakness in the other party's heart.

The more Wuhuan responded: "I don't believe it."

How can you believe such an unthinkable thing?

Zhao Ye had been prepared long ago. When he took on the additional task, he adjusted the rookie's information, and now it just happened to be released for Yue Wuhuan with the water curtain technique.

In the water curtain technique, the appearance of Song Qingshi when he took the system task appears. Although he has been sick for many years, the whole person is thin and out of shape, not good-looking, with short hair and wearing weird clothes, but the less joy he still recognizes With those clearest eyes, this is the boy he likes...

In a strange space, Song Qingshi swears to the strange ball: "I have read tens of thousands of books, never forget, have a wealth of medical and nursing knowledge, have taken psychology, and can solve all the problems of the protagonist's physical and mental injuries, and Love... Rich experience in love, likes to communicate, absolutely, can definitely complete the task!"

...

Yue Wuhuan opened his eyes wide, and the whole person was stunned. After a long time, the water curtain technique disappeared. He finally recovered, and begged in a panic: "I don't believe it. When I want to see it, I want to ask him! "

"You can't see it anymore," Zhao Ye said with a smile and said the cruelest words, "he made a big mistake, failed the mission, and was caught back and punished."

Yue Wuhuan was surprised: "What punishment?"

"I once failed and I was washed away from memory, so I forgot what punishment it was. It should be terrible," Zhao Ye thought about it, but he couldn't remember it, he smiled, "Don't think about it." , He won't come back to save you, you might as well beg me, maybe I can show mercy and let you go."

In the books given to him by the system, Yue Wuhuan is a vain beauty in a vase with no brains. A mortal has a bad physique for cultivation, so his foundation building and cultivation base should be piled up with pills. Now that Song Qingshi has been taken away, this ant that can be crushed to death with just one finger is really not worth the effort. On the contrary, the patterns in the bedspreads in the book are very interesting, and he also wants to see if this cannon fodder's ability to serve is as attractive as the description in the book. If he serves well, he doesn't mind coaxing him, let him live a few more days, and kill him when he gets tired of playing.

Yue Wuhuan lowered his head, and tremblingly said: "I beg you for mercy..."

The fire in the breeding room was about to burn out, leaving countless black ash and sparks dancing in the wind.

Zhao Ye came over, provoked Yue Wuhuan's chin, and said ambiguously, "It depends on how you behave."

Yue Wuhuan froze for a while, and tremblingly stretched his fingers to the belt of Jinyu Xuanyuyi.

As soon as he met, he was caught by Zhao Ye, dragged it in his palm, and couldn’t help but praised: “It’s really a pair of beautiful hands, it’s the most suitable for serving a man. It’s a pity that there are more cocoons, so you should raise them well. ."

He likes to play with the hands of beauties the most, the more Wuhuan has the most beautiful hands he has ever seen in his life. These hands alone are worth playing for half a month.

Yue Wuhuan trembled more and more severely. He gently withdrew his hand and spent a lot of effort. Finally, he untied his belt and opened the defensive formation of his vestment. Then he looked at Zhao Ye with pitying eyes, speaking very loudly. Gentle, but it brings out a little excitement of desire: "Wuhuan will have a lot of fancy tricks, and it will definitely be able to serve the immortal to the fullest..."

It's such a nice voice, it must be even more attractive when screaming in bed.

Zhao Ye stretched out his hand, thinking about savoring the beauty of the country.

Yue Wu Huan took two steps back with a smile: "Don't worry."

Suddenly, countless fiery red vines appeared on the ground, frantically wrapped around Zhao Ye's body.

Zhao Ye realized that the little mouse still wanted to resist, but in the face of the crushing power, what use was it for the means to take off his vestments? He sneered, and easily tore the vines apart. The vines fell into the fire, burned, and emitted a lot of sparks. Immediately more blood king vines surged up, trying to isolate him from chasing after him, but it was in vain. He walked to the cannon fodder who was trying to struggle step by step, and sneered: "I wanted to be gentle, but unfortunately you don't know how to lift up."

Yue Wuhuan stepped back slowly, looking very pitiful, clutching the neckline tightly, those beautiful phoenix eyes were full of prayers, but they were speechless, which could arouse a man's sadistic desire.

Zhao Ye became more and more excited. He did not pay attention to his back. From the burning flames of the Blood King Vine, a beautiful golden red butterfly flew out, pretending to be mixed in the sparks dancing in the wind, and quietly landed on Zhao Ye’s neck. , Instantly paralyzed, injected with poison, the powerful body began to decay quickly, and the limbs fell piece by piece...

Yue Wuhuan stood up straight, the "poor" on his face disappeared, replaced by a bloodthirsty crazy smile.

Zhao Ye finally realized that he was not the brainless beauty in the materials, and all the fear and timidity were acting, disintegrating the defense, disintegrating the guard, and waiting for the final blow, it was too late.

Nirvana Butterfly finally found the experiment.

"Xianzun, do you like this fancy style?"

"Xianzun, are you having fun?"

"Xianzun..."

Yue Wuhuan’s body was still trembling slightly. He looked at the meat on the ground with the foul-smelling black water, and there was no pity in his eyes, only disgust, he carefully avoided the dirty things, and put this sinful soul into it. In the specially-made soul lamp, he smiled and said: "This soul lamp was originally made by me for Qing Shi, but unfortunately it was soiled by you, so I can't ask for it."

Zhao Ye's soul dashed around in the soul lamp in vain, trying to rush out and kill the lunatic.

"There are many things in Qingshi's words and deeds that are incompatible with this world, and he didn't deliberately conceal it," Yue Wuhuan held the soul lamp and said softly, "I knew he was not a person in this world, but I just didn't dare Ask... I am afraid that he will disappear if I ask, so I customized this lamp. If he leaves this world, I will catch him back and stay with him forever... I will treat his soul very tenderly, no Hurt."

Feeling a little uncomfortable, he hesitantly asked Zhao Ye, "Is this a morbid state?"

Zhao Ye was trapped in the soul lamp and wanted to scold the eighteenth generation of the madman's ancestor.

The enchantment of the Nether Secret Realm cut off his induction of Phoenix blood, but at this time, Song Qingshi should have been out.

Yue Wuhuan bit off his nails and bit his fingers out of blood, trying to calm down. However, the pain could not calm his anxiety. Instead, he became more and more irritable. He angrily tore this hateful soul to pieces, and then reorganized: " Give it back to me when Qing Dynasty! He is mine!"

He was familiar with how to torture the soul, tore it again and again, and regrouped again and again.

Zhao Ye almost collapsed in pain, and his soul was constantly weakened until he was in a trance and a loophole appeared.

Yue Wuhuan took the opportunity to invade his soul and directly checked his memory.

But, I didn't lie...

This unthinkable thing is true. Song Qingshi accepted a systematic task to save the protagonist in the book Suo Bai Zihao, but... somehow, he saved the wrong self and caused the mission to fail. The loser needs to return to the system space, accept punishment and memory cleaning... and then start a new task.

He can't find where the system is...

He couldn't find where Song Qingshi was...

The more Wuhuan was terrified, he used his fingers to scratch blood stains on his wrists, desperately trying to convince himself not to be afraid.

Qingshi liked him.

Qingshi promised that when the special mice are bred, they will be married, but what about the mice?

The more Wuhuan turned his head hesitantly, looking at the Yuhuo ruins everywhere, he rushed in desperately, and despite the hotness, he desperately opened the broken wall, trying to find the guinea pig that was still alive, and Research data on mice in the Qing Dynasty.

His hands were scalded with numerous blisters, and there were burns everywhere, but no matter what he looked for, he was disappointed again and again.

Suddenly there was a premonition like the end of the day in my heart.

His guinea pig is gone...

Isn't his Taoist companion gone?

After all, happiness is just a mirror image, wishful thinking.

Yue Wuhuan suddenly remembered something. He took out Song Qingshi’s life card from the mustard bag. The life card was full of cracks and was about to break. He found out many materials and tried to protect this life card to prevent its collapse. , But the cracks are still more and more, bigger and bigger...

The lock between the neck couldn't hold up the despair, and finally backlashed.

The blocked love swept through, smashing the spider silk that maintains reason.

How desperate he is.

Yue Wuhuan was holding the almost broken life card, unable to stand firm, and slid in the ruins. He suddenly felt a little wet in the corners of his eyes, and some strange drops of water fell on the scorched earth. Is it raining? He reached out and touched the wetness, then put it in his mouth and tasted it. The bitterness was almost unbearable... Is this his tears?

He still has tears?

It's ridiculous...

The more Wuhuan’s breathing became disordered, he became more and more rushed, and gradually couldn’t breathe in air. His heart was constantly twitching and hurting more and more. His brain began to be confused and gradually unable to think. He knew that he was about to collapse. He knew that he had to believe in Qing Shi and wait for Qing Shi, and he could not continue to think, but from Zhao Ye's soul The truth that I have seen keeps reappearing in front of me, even if I want to ignore it, I can't do it.

Song Qingshi did the wrong topic, saved the wrong person, and gave the wrong gentleness.

Bai Zihao is the correct answer, he is the wrong answer.

What is Song Qing's attitude toward mistakes?

Master’s mistake, he seriously corrected...

He gave up mercilessly when he made a mistake in making friends...

Daoxin’s mistakes, he simply ruined...

Now, he has become a mistake...

Yue Wuhuan held his head, his teeth rattled, and made a terrifying and desperate voice, he couldn't continue thinking.

He slowly curled up into the darkness, trembling constantly. He desperately grasped his hands, scratching his flesh and blood, and wanted to grab all the skin on his hands. He didn't want these beautiful hands that were suitable for serving men. He doesn't want his body, his face, his hair, his eyes, everything is ruined...

Yue Wuhuan is a vicious lunatic, his body is not clean, his heart is not kind, he can't be pure and lovely, and he is loved by the protagonist who everyone feels pity for.

Therefore, he is wrong, he is not qualified to be saved.

"When Qing Dynasty, don't give up on me..."

...

It was early in the morning when An Long came to the Medicine King Valley. He found that the barrier was broken and the poisonous fog array was forcibly closed. Everyone in the Medicine King Valley was cast with a lethargic spell, sleeping everywhere.

The Medicine King Valley became a treasure house with an open door, which was still snatched by Xiao Xiao.

Fortunately, the news has not spread far, and not many people have come.

An Long released the overwhelming Gu worms, swallowed two demons alive, and the others fled in fright. He looked around with his spiritual mind and finally determined the location of Yue Wuhuan. He frowned, feeling more and more wrong, and walked over with his breath, but he saw a ruin burned by the fire, and Yu Wuhuan curled up in the shadow of the ruins. , There was a little thief in the base-building period, holding a machete, quietly approaching him, trying to kill people and win treasures while not paying attention...

The scimitar lifted, with a boundless killing intent, and slashed towards his neck.

The more Wuhuan did not resist.

An Long picked up a stone and shot it, and instantly shot through the head of the thief. He strode over, trying to see what the lunatic was up to. However, when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he was stunned...

Overnight, the more unhappy blue silk had turned into white hair, and there were **** wounds on his face and body, all nails were scratched, and the gaps were covered with blood. The peerless beauty was gone, but he didn't feel any pain. He still kept holding the skin on his arm with his fingers, tearing the flesh, as if he wanted to destroy himself completely. Only holding the tattered and shattered life card in his arms was carefully cherished.

An Long couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed his hand, trying to stop this horrible self-harm. However, the auditory hallucinations in his mind appeared again, struggling to make a faint voice, trying to arouse the desire to kill.

"Kill him, kill him..."

"Kill him, kill him..."

"He took the person you like..."

"It was he who caused you to fall into the abyss..."

"..."

An Long grabbed Yue Wuhuan's neckline, dragged him out of the shadows, and threw him into the sun: "Stand up! You look like you, I have no interest in killing you!"

The more Wuhuan guarded the life card, fell to the ground without any resistance, even if he was surrounded by monstrous killing intent, an enemy of hatred, he couldn't hear or see it.

This person has been completely abolished.

Although An Long hated Yue Wuhuan deeply, he still had to admit that his stunning beauty and unparalleled talents made him a good opponent. Now that he sees him completely ruining himself, the hatred in his heart dissipates for some reason, and the emptiness and loneliness replaced by him are still a bit at a loss.

He tried to recall Yue Wuhuan's mind: "Do you know that Qing Shi has disappeared?"

Yue Wuhuan's eyes moved slightly.

An Long felt the change and continued to stimulate: "I saw him being taken away by a strange space, do you know what it is?"

He asked several times in a row.

Yue Wuhuan finally made a faint voice: "Because, I am not the protagonist."

"What is the protagonist?" An Long was inexplicable. He asked several more times, but Yue Wuhuan never answered. He tried to tell what happened in the Netherworld, including Song Qingshi who came to kill him, and he seriously injured Song Qingshi. Song Qingshi wanted Yuan Ying to explode and so on. He even used a lot of vicious words to try to provoke Wuhuan's anger, as usual with a bright smile, cynicism, and even attacked himself.

However, the more joyless there is no joy.

He breathed more alive than a dead body, no different from dead.

"Are you crazy enough?!" An Long ran out of patience and finally got angry. He mentioned Yue Wuhuan and wanted to punch two punches to see if he could wake up, but he looked at the wounds all over his body and didn't know where to start. Finally, he was discouraged. He mocked, "It's really unlucky in Qingshi. It's not a normal person to make friends, and the guy you fall in love with is not a normal person. He has paid so much for you and died in vain..."

Yue Wuhuan held his life card tightly and said nothing.

A life card that was damaged to this point was dead in the world of immortality.

"Qingshi's ruthless Taoism is about to break, my demon nature is out of control, if he doesn't kill me, you will definitely die under my hands," An Long is not interested in explaining the auditory hallucinations in his mind, and does not want to shirk it. The malice in my heart, the wrong thing. He and Song Qingshi had known each other for many years, understood his thoughts a little, and concluded, "He was not sure to kill me, so he didn't dare to tell you to move the battle away from Medicine King Valley... He didn't want to die in front of you, for fear that you would see death Symptom, irritating the condition."

"Ha, he couldn't bear to hurt you even if he died..."

"The last sentence before he disappeared was to tell me not to kill you..."

"The more joyless! You stand up for me!"

"I killed Qing Shi! You are here to take revenge!"

"Where's your poison? Where's your sword? Where's your blood king vine? Come on!"

Yue Wuhuan heard the Blood King Vine and finally had a reaction: "Lucky..."

An Long was at a loss: "What lucky?"

Yue Wuhuan stopped talking. For a long time, he slowly stood up, pushed Anlong away, dragged his dying broken body, with mottled blood all over his body, and stumbled away from Medicine King Valley.

Qing Shi once said: In desperation, there will be luck.

He is going to the land of luck...

...

An Long checked his physical condition and knew that he would not live long, so he didn't stop his actions. He sat slumped under the wall, looked at the dim sky, took out the jug of wine from the mustard bag, drank fiercely, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "What the **** is this?"

The voice in my mind became weaker and weaker, with a buzzing noise, still chattering endlessly:

"Don't let him go!"

"Kill him quickly! Kill him, kill him!"

"He will be against you!"

An Long whispered: "Qing Shi said, I will regret killing him."

The voice in my mind quickly refuted:

"He is lying to you!"

"You are not at odds! You never die!"

"Hurry up and kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

"Twice, Qing Shi was killed twice by me!" An Long smashed the hip flask severely, and he held his uncomfortable forehead with a grinning smile: "He doesn't love me, but he has never deceived my feelings. He would rather die than lie to me!"

"You are a liar! Shut me up!"

The voice in his head stopped abruptly.

...

The peak of immortality, the raging fire that can burn the soul, is so hot that it is difficult to get close to half a step.

Such a dead place was actually his only lucky place.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, seeming to be roaring, the rain was pouring down, the violent wind blew violently, breaking the giant tree, and it seemed that he was desperately obstructing his actions.

There are so many coincidences in the world.

Yue Wuhuan couldn't help but smile, he jumped into the top of immortality again without hesitation, jumped into the desperate situation of death. The same strange wind was blowing, and he wanted to blow him into the crevice next to him. This time, he chose to reject the coincidence of life-saving...

Finally, he fell into the fire.

Skin, hair, flesh and blood, bones... all the filth and brokenness were burned, and the mortal's weak muscles were destroyed. He willingly endured the most extreme pain, just like being in the happiest pure land with the phoenix birthmark on his back. With this joy, he finally spread his wings, released his soul from the confinement of his body, and merged with the fire.

The phoenix nibbles and lives toward death.

The most flawless flame in the world reunited into the most perfect body and the most gorgeous beauty in the world. He walked out of the ashes step by step, noble and powerful, not tolerant of profanity, only the blood-red tear mole at the corner of his eye stays tenaciously in place, adding a bit of desire to this holiness, like falling into the abyss, stained The **** of darkness.

The flames of the immortal summit disappeared, the barrier opened, the ground was shaken, the mountains shook, the rocks were scattered one after another, and the gorgeous palaces slowly rose up, the steps made of white jade, the gardens carved with night pearls, emeralds and gems of various colors everywhere, planted everywhere. Full of plane trees, in the middle of the palace, there is a platform made of gold, towering into the clouds...

He put on a gorgeous brocade robe, sat on the high throne, and stared coldly at the sky.

The dark clouds dissipated angrily, and the thunder disappeared unwillingly. Even though it was the way of heaven, he couldn't provoke this power from the oldest god, but only temporarily retreated.

Sensing the breath of the king, the fairy bird and demon bird excitedly flew from all directions to the top of immortality.

The lovebirds fell and turned into a pair of pretty girls, crawling on both sides of the throne religiously, worshipping. Bi Fang, Xuanniao, Dapeng, Peacock... Countless birds lower their proud heads. This is a surrender in blood and blood, a natural belief. They are willing to do anything for the most noble king.

"God, what do you want?"

The **** on the throne gently covered his nose, and he felt that the air was too dirty to breathe.

The world needs to be cleaned thoroughly, to get rid of all the disgusting and dirty rubbish, he needs to destroy the dirty name, destroy the hateful past, destroy the wrong answer...

"I want a **** wind, a sea of ​​blood..."

"I want to be the existence everyone fears..."

"I want from now on... there is no more joy in the world..."