Villain: The memory is exposed, the heroine kneels and begs for my forgiveness

Under the shocked eyes of countless people in heaven, Jiang Zhige once again stayed outside the cave and found the sharp stone in the snow.

He lifted up the trousers of his left leg and stabbed into the intact thigh, enduring the severe pain and cutting out a complete piece of flesh bit by bit.

After taking the meat, Jiang Zhige tore his right trousers to pieces, lied to Nangongrou that he was accidentally cut by a stone when he went out, and used charcoal that had not turned into ash as fuel to roast the meat.

Nangong Rou saw Jiang Zhige's right calf exposed to the cold wind and wanted to give her mink fur to Jiang Zhige, but he refused without question.

Nangong Rou didn't argue too much. In her impression, Jiang Zhige had always been very cold-resistant, so losing a few trousers shouldn't have much impact.

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"Confused! Confused! Even though Fairy Nangong was young back then, she still wouldn't have eaten a piece of meat less. She would have died if she had been exposed to more cold. How could the Demon Emperor be like this?"

"It's hard for me to understand. My sister's life is life, but his life is not life. Now that I'm about to die, how can I accompany Fairy Nangong to ten miles east of the city?"

"Have you ever thought about it? In fact, the Demon Emperor never thought that he would be able to finish this journey alive..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was stunned.

Looking back on the previous scene, it seems that this is indeed the case.

What they were thinking about was how Jiang Zhige could accompany Nangong Rou to find the plum blossom tree ten miles east of the city.

But Jiang Zhige himself only wanted to keep Nangong Rou safe.

"Demon Emperor..."

"How on earth did you get to where you are today?"

"I'm beginning to wonder whether it was the Demon Emperor or us who was at fault for besieging Xuancang Holy Land today."

Everyone in the hall sighed and looked at Jiang Zhige who was kneeling in the hall.

At this moment, apart from being shocked, they were left with only shame.

It's a bit ridiculous to say, how could they, a group of outsiders, understand Jiang Zhige's mood back then?

In fact, Jiang Zhige was already dead when he first cut his flesh to Nangong Rou.

The reason why he did this was probably because he wanted to increase Nangong Rou's chances of survival as much as possible before he died.

Qu Yun's face became increasingly gloomy, and he warned aloud: "Don't be soft-hearted, everyone. Although the Demon Emperor had an innocent childhood in his early years, it would not be enough for him to die a thousand times for the crimes he committed since he took charge of the heaven.

"

Everyone in the hall nodded, they understood that no matter how kind Jiang Zhige was in his early years, it was not enough to spare him.

The hundreds of strong men in the palace never relented, but Nangong Rou secretly clenched her fists.

Noticing Nangong Rou's little movements, Mo Ziyan couldn't help but sigh silently.

In fact, Qu Yun's words are very ambiguous.

You say Jiang Zhige is naive. He is a beggar, but he can survive on his own in a difficult environment.

You said Jiang Zhige was innocent, but he also stole on the street for two steamed buns.

Therefore, Jiang Zhige was not innocent back then, he was just kind to Nangong Rou.

A group of unrelated people in the palace can remain indifferent, but what about Nangong Rou who has witnessed these painful memories after so many years?

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By the time Nangong Rou finished eating the meat, the wind and snow outside had calmed down a lot.

Jiang Zhige's lips turned white, but he still pretended to be normal and walked out of the cave holding Nangong Rou's hand.

Not far away, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the velvet snow in the sky.

"Rou'er, from now on, you can only rely on yourself..."

Jiang Zhige looked melancholy and his thoughts were lost in memories.

His parents died when he was three years old, and he was adopted by an old beggar, suffering from hunger, cold, and poverty.

A six-year-old beggar died of illness. He became a governor and followed the old beggar's will to beg on the streets.

He walked around the streets and alleys, posing the corpses of old beggars and selling them as miserable victims, just to gain sympathy and get some food.

To this day, compared to the contemptuous looks, what Jiang Zhige can't let go of is the pity of others.

Jiang Zhige once firmly believed that he would not be a beggar all his life, but would one day fly to the sky.

Now that I think about it, it's just a joke.

Finally, Jiang Zhige thought of his relationship with Nangong Rou for more than half a month, and a happy smile appeared on his lips.

Meeting this innocent and lovely girl may be the greatest comfort in his life.

"Rou'er, let's play a game, okay?"

"Playing games? Okay, okay!"

Nangongrou's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at Jiang Zhige expectantly.

Jiang Zhige pondered for a moment, then said with a smile: "This game is to compare who is stronger among us. Whoever speaks to the other party first loses. The one who walks in front is not allowed to look back. Do you understand?"

"Okay, brother, please go ahead!"

Nangong Rou immediately understood the rules of the game and wanted Jiang Zhige to take the lead.

She is not stupid. If she walks behind, she can see Jiang Zhige's back, but if she walks in front, she can only look at the vast white snow.

As long as she can see her brother's back, Nangong Rou is confident that she can defeat him.

Jiang Zhige looked serious, shook his head and said, "That's not okay, it's not fair. Let's guess who goes in front."

"Oh well..."

Nangong Rou suddenly lost her confidence, but she couldn't refuse Jiang Zhige either.

Because since it is a game, it must be fair and just to be interesting.

Jiang Zhige took a good posture and said with a smile: "Rou'er, I know how to punch!"

Nangong Rou looked happy, thinking that her brother wanted to miss her.

"Stone!"

"Scissors!"

"cloth!"

This time, Jiang Zhige did not give in to Nangong Rou.

Nangong Rou's face fell, and she said angrily: "Brother is a bad guy, brother is a liar!"

She thought Jiang Zhige would throw a fist, but naturally what came out was cloth, but it turned out that Jiang Zhige came out with scissors.

"I'm willing to admit defeat, Rou'er, you go first."

Jiang Zhige laughed proudly and motioned for Nangong Rou to walk ahead.

"If you leave first, Rou'er won't necessarily lose!"

Nangongrou stamped her feet, turned around and walked forward.

When Nangong Rou turned her back to him, Jiang Zhige slowly put away his smile.

Without the childlike voice to cover it up, he looked like a dying man at this moment.

His face was pale, his energy was as thin as a thread, and it was difficult to even follow Nangong Rou with his limping steps.

Even if Jiang Zhige pressed his thigh wound tightly, blood would still flow out.

Every time he walked a certain distance, he would leave a long line of blood in the snow.

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At this moment, almost the entire heaven fell into silence.

Countless people stared at the picture in the light and shadow, some looked shocked, some were moved, and some bowed their heads in deep thought.

"He...is not a demon emperor, he is just a stupid brother who risked his life for his sister."

"If I had such a brother, I would have no regrets in this life or death..."

Most people in the heavenly realm have never personally experienced the cruelty of the Demon Emperor. Seeing this scene is enough to make them forget their resentment towards the Demon Emperor.

A person who can do this for his sister, how bad can he be?