Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Peach forest.

The blood moon turned white again, gradually losing its seductive and solemn color.

Under the bright and deserted moonlight, peach blossoms fell all over the ground - stained with blood, which was shocking under the moonlight.

The pure peach blossoms were dyed red and fell to the ground, cold and lifeless.

The cloak that had not yet been taken away was just discarded on the ground.

There were few traces of fighting at the scene, but the blood everywhere was a clear reminder that there had been a conflict here, a very fierce conflict.

It was quiet all around, and after the conflict, there was no more human sound.

Empty, everything is empty.

Under the cold moonlight, the snow-white figure, untainted by the dust, stood in the middle of the blood everywhere.

Squatting down, he gently stroked the bright red cloak that had become cold and had no warmth.

The wind was blowing, and it was warm, but it seemed unable to warm the person's hands at this moment - the fingers were cold, bone-chilling, and had completely lost their color.

The man lowered his head, his entire face hidden in the shadow of the moonlight, and his expression could not be seen clearly. The whole person was eerily quiet.

The cloak, which was soft and light, still retaining some of the warm fragrance of his daughter's home, was picked up by him and slowly held in his arms.

He had always shown a restrained and gentle look. At this moment, he grabbed the soft cloth that had lost its residual warmth, and squeezed it tight little by little.

There was no sound, no sound at all.

Only the hand holding the clothes in his arms, under the cold moonlight, revealed its original terrifying side - the veins were shockingly bulging, and the muscles were bursting out, one by one, clearly visible.

The joints of the tightly clenched bones were completely white, and the things in the palms were almost crushed and turned into dust.

Extremely angry, this is his expression when he is extremely angry and out of control.

Without saying a word, he was surrounded by blood on the ground, and the moonlight illuminated the whiteness of his body - it was as white as sacred, like a Buddha or a lotus, absolutely flawless, generous and kind.

He has always been a gentle, polite and tolerant god, and he has always been a controller who maintains some leeway and does not go too far and kill everyone.

He always thought that this way he could accumulate good rewards and get the blessings he wanted, but now...

He lowered his head and remained quiet for just a moment before slowly standing up.

The beautiful cloak in his arms quickly became warm as he held it in his arms. He slowly folded it and lowered his eyes.

Under the deserted moonlight, those noble purple eyes, which symbolized the status of the absolute superior, were now, little by little, stained with Yaoye's red color.

Red, bloodthirsty, cruel, and murderous... The god with a face like Buddha is flawless, but his eyes seem to condense all the dark sides of the world.

Begin to breed, occupy, and control.

He didn't smile, his face was as cold as frost, like a possessed god, and his eyes were strangely red.

The wind blew by, becoming extremely cold and cold, blowing up the peach blossoms stained with blood on the ground.

In the blink of an eye - that gentle touch of white disappeared.

Nothing was left, only the wind and the emptiness of the ground.

Whirring, the sound of the wind is still there, humming softly.

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Demonic world.

"What?!"

Sui Luo knelt on the ground, raised his head, and was shocked, "Your Majesty means -"

"What? Don't you understand?" Ao Rui, who was changing into his shirt, showed impatience, "Without further delay, kill Yun Si now."

Sui Luo's eyes flashed and he asked: "Do you know...why this is?"

Ao Rui paused, glanced at him, and sneered: "What? Do I need to explain to you what I am doing now?"