The Red King looked at half of the fruit in the young man's hand. The exposed core was so crystal clear, like the most perfect jade in the world, and there were vaguely flowing countless mysterious and complicated black spells.
The king who had been planning for two hundred years changed his expression for the first time, his eyes showed solemn emotions, and whispered: "The colorless jade is enough to brew the prototype of the third supreme. It's a pity that even with such a plan, After many years, I finally lost it. I really can’t figure it out, how can anyone in this world reject me?”
Skylark tightly grasped half of the fruit, or to be precise, only half of the pulp.
There is an intoxicating aura flowing in this half of the fruit, a perfect balance between life and death. It is enough power to reverse life and death, ten times better than the immortal bone, but it lacks the real core.
"you win."
Yunque was neither disappointed nor shocked, and admitted his failure frankly, with a cold smile on his lips: "This is why you insisted on using a clone. You have never believed me, have you?"
Gu Jianlin said coldly: "Why should I trust a woman I have never met? Because you have saved me? From the beginning, we have a cooperative relationship. I don't know what you are going to do, but I have to guard against you. I use my main body to undertake your causal grafting, just to keep an eye on you with my clone."
The so-called trust did not exist from the beginning.
Everyone has always had their own secrets, so they were not even friends from the beginning.
In today's intrigues and intrigues, the trust and entrustment once seemed so ridiculous.
There was indifference in his golden eyes, and he spread his hands and said: "Now our agreement has been completed. Jiang Chunyang is no different from the dead, and it seems that you can get your wish and return to the top."
Now he can put things back into Qilin Wedge at any time and let the clones dissipate.
No one can stop him.
This is also the reason why the other party did not continue to fight for it.
Because they have already lost.
There is no room for comeback.
"As for the core you want, I don't know what it is, but I won't hand it over."
He said calmly: "I find it very interesting to see your expressions like this."
As for what expression it is.
That's the look on someone's face when they find that their calculations have failed.
Or the look on a hunter's face when he discovers his prey has escaped from its cage.
That kind of surprise, that kind of surprise.
Rumble.
When the golden sacred tree and the black lotus disappeared, the entire sacred ruins crumbled, and time and space collapsed.
The floating ashes shook off, and the sculpture of Qilin collapsed.
The pillars holding the sky were broken, as if it was the end of the world.
Qilin and Zhulong roared through the dome, exploding in mid-air, and flames fell down.
"The matter has come to this, and there is nothing we can do. If we don't want to be buried here, we have to leave."
The Red King carried the iron coffin to the center of the divine ruins, opened a black hole, and suddenly turned around and said: "You win, respected Mr. Qilin. The core we want is a colorless jade, then It is the prototype that can give birth to the third highest creature. As for that fruit, even half of it can theoretically save anyone in the world, but you have to be mentally prepared, what she is doing may be beyond your imagination."
He pointed at his brain and said softly: "Have I ever told you that the more people know, the less happy they are? She doesn't want you to save her, so naturally she has her reasons. We have indeed plotted against you. , but I have never thought of harming you from the beginning to the end. If you are willing to accept the death of your master and become the new king of the dark world, then maybe by now we are drinking wine at the Tokyo Sky Tree and discussing the order of the new world."
The smile on Yunque's lips was still cold, and he threw Jiuyin back casually.
Along with the scream in the air, Gu Jianlin took the blood-red ghost knife.
"What's yours, I'll give it back to you."
Skylark sneered: "The idiots from the Ether Association are coming. This is the ending you chose."
Up to this point, her eyes were still mocking, as if she was laughing at his recklessness.
Gu Jianlin was unmoved and said indifferently: "It has nothing to do with you."
As the ruins collapsed, the clone condensed by the Kirin Forbidden Curse dissipated like mist. Only the fierce eyes in the golden eyes seemed to remain in the darkness, so intense and hot.
he left.
Not even a farewell.
Skylark stared at the direction he left, and in a trance, he seemed to see him again when he survived from the viaduct. At that time, he did not have the power of Qilin, nor was he as powerful as he is now, but that look in his eyes was... Just like that, there is hardness in the stubbornness, as if burning with blood and fire.
The Red King sighed softly, as if regretful.
"Stop being nostalgic. If you regret it, go for it. The next step will probably be the loneliest battle in his life. If you are willing to stay with him, he might change his mind."
The Red King shrugged and said.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Yunque glanced at him coldly and said coldly: "Whether he is alive or dead has nothing to do with me."
After saying that, she turned around and stepped into the black hole without any nostalgia.
The Red King stared at her graceful back and muttered:
"I hope you can say this again later."
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Shinjuku, Tokyo, Sky Tree.
Skylark strode out of the black hole. It was clear that after a fierce battle, she was still spotless. Not only was she not stained with dust, she didn't even shed a drop of sweat.
The Red King came out panting and threw the iron coffin on the ground: "It's so heavy, I'm exhausted."
The waiters came over immediately and helped him affix charms and seals to the coffin.
"Be careful."
He sat down on the chair and said with a smile: "This is my dearest father! Well, help me prepare the ceremony tonight. I want to take back my own holy bones."
The waiters bowed their heads respectfully and retreated silently.
This is a high-end restaurant inside Tokyo Sky Tree, but today it is rare that it is reserved. The only customer is sitting at the bar drinking wine, with blood still bleeding on his shirt.
"Are you two the only ones coming back by yourself?"
You Ming drank wine and said slightly drunkenly: "It seems that the plan has failed. You should have brought Qilin back."
Skylark gave him a cold look, his eyes as sharp as knives.
Netherworld wisely shut up.
"Stop teasing her, that's what women who are not attractive enough are like this."
As soon as the Red King finished speaking, he felt the overwhelming murderous intent and quickly changed the topic.
He yawned and said sleepily: "After lying in the coffin for so long, I can finally use my body to come out and breathe some fresh air. I'm going to give myself a few days off and eat all over Tokyo. I'll pay my dues during this time. Here it is, after my father dies my stupid brother will be the only one left.”
"Jiang Mingyan may not be able to kill him. You should deal with his forces as soon as possible and don't give him a chance to counterattack."
He paused: "Where are the remaining major families?"
"Except for the Jiang family, the six major families are standing still. They probably don't want to get involved in this power dispute, right? Including the Si family, which is ruled by Qilin, they haven't reacted yet."
You Ming coughed, probably because he was seriously injured in the previous battle. He took out a note from his pocket and said, "But the old man from the Si family came to see me before and gave me such an address. Old man Si said , if Qilin fails to come back alive from the Ancient God Realm, give this to the eldest lady."
Skylark paused slightly, but without even looking at him, he left the restaurant indifferently.
You Ming played with the note in his hand and laughed softly: "Interesting."
The Red King shrugged predictably.
Everyone is on the path to slaying ghosts, why are they still doing this nonsense?
Skylark seemed indifferent, but in fact he had already seen it with his future vision.
"What's going on with the two of them?"
You Ming looked at the missing eldest lady and asked casually.
The Red King opened a bottle of wine for himself, watched the golden wine pour into the glass, and smiled lightly: "You can't decide many things. When two people's bodies are flowing with the same power, when two people They are the only ones of the same kind in the world. When two people share the same fate..."
"Stop, stop, stop."
Netherworld complained: "I'm really fed up with Riddlers like you."
The Red King spread his hands: "Originally, I wanted to create some feelings between these two people, so I persuaded her to erase her memory and try to get along with him. If he could fall in love with her, then I would love her There are also great benefits to my future. But later I discovered that love cannot be forced."
Youming raised his eyebrows: "So?"
"This is a trap called emotion."
The Red King looked at Tokyo shrouded in twilight and said softly: "I just don't know who will be trapped."
He raised his glass to the bustling city, not knowing who he was addressing.
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After an unknown amount of time, Skylark walked out of the black hole of time and space.
She walked through an alleyway filled with the aroma of cooking. The No. 17 bus stopped on the street. Junior high school students in school uniforms ran past laughing with snacks. Occasionally, stray dogs barked on the street.
Her eyes were a little confused because she had never been to this city.
The so-called past was fabricated, designed by others for her, and she had never verified it.
The Red King's plans were always so meticulous, and he indeed helped her forge a seemingly real life. He really allowed a young girl to live here, but it was not her.
She walked through the streets. The so-called Jinmao Community was probably an old building built in the last century. Now the walls were mottled and peeled off. Someone spray-painted a red word "HAIL" on the brown wall.
The people who once lived here probably took the demolition money and left happily.
There wasn't even a security guard at the door, just a cat napping out of boredom.
The address written on the note was here, and that was her fabricated former residence.
"Bah! What's going on with that family? Why are they still here after it's been so fucking many years since no one has lived there? I've been working in real estate for so many years, and I've never seen such a smelly house!" I saw a man in a suit cursing. He made a phone call and left. The other person seemed to be apologizing or appeasing him. In short, it was very unpleasant.
Skylark was stunned. She walked into the dusty old building, and the dim twilight fell on her face.
In front of her was the first floor, and most of the doors were old.
Only one door was relatively clean, with festive couplets posted on it.
No key is needed, she only needs to cast virtualization to walk into this room.
No.
No need to even walk in.
She has future vision, and it is impossible to miss anything with this level of foresight.
I just don't know why, but she didn't use future vision.
Instead, he walked through the door like a ghost.
It feels like walking through a whole world.
Or enter a person's heart.
The sun sets in the west, and the dim twilight blows in, so warm.
The furniture is not new but is still very clean, with traces of time all over it. The tea set is still on the coffee table, the pink bedspread is embroidered with rabbit patterns, and the quilts are all wrinkled, as if they have never been folded.
The dolls of Doraemon and Nobita Nobita on the bedside look a bit old, but they are clean.
There were homework books and scattered stationery piled on the desk, and the TV was even on, showing cartoons.
There is also a photo album beside the table. The old man is holding the girl, with an orange cat lying on his lap.
A breath that I had never felt before came to my face.
That is the breath of life.
Thousands of twilight fell on the fig tree in the yard, and there was a faint sound.
"Meow."
It was a little orange cat, walking timidly from the yard and looking at her warily.
It wasn't until he made sure she had no ill intentions that he came over and rubbed her shoes.
Very dear.
Skylark looked down at the cat, and suddenly felt a little hard to breathe.
The turbulent emotions boiled over and overwhelmed her.
She lowered her head to pick up the orange cat and stroked its soft fur.
This is certainly not the orange cat in the photo, because it is only three months old at most.
Skylark carried the cat to the closet and opened it.
Exquisite little skirts are hung on the hangers, arranged in sizes from small to large, and beautifully packaged gift boxes are colorful and piled up into a hill. Some are dolls, and some are butterfly hairpins and new game consoles. In short, they are all things that little girls like. These are all brand new, probably gifts swept from the mall.
Some are very childish, while others are quite novel.
That is a gift that a girl should have since childhood.
Skylark hugged the cat and left in a daze, and came to the refrigerator.
There are many cute stickers on this refrigerator. There are no words but many smiling faces on them.
She opened the refrigerator and found some yogurt and fruit inside.
Simple, yet warm.
The tremendous pressure forced her to retreat step by step until she fell onto the sofa in the living room.
Everything in the room was strange, but it gave her a feeling of familiarity.
Because that's how he feels.
So when she stayed in this strange room, she felt an unprecedented sense of intimacy.
This is a room he recreated based on her lies.
A room that belongs to her.
Skylark imagined that boy once took a pen and paper profile in the middle of the night and reconstructed everything in this room based on her lies. Because he is the kind of fool who takes everything seriously. As long as you make him soft-hearted If you do, he'll take your matters into his own hands.
If he says he wants to help you get back the past, then he is really trying to do it.
Even if you just lied to him.
But he really believed in you and tried to help you find everything you lost.
Skylark's eyes were confused, and he seemed to hear the rustle of banknotes in a daze.
It’s also as if you can see the serious profile of the young man writing at his desk.
All this disillusionment in my mind finally turned into what it was like when their swords crossed.
And his indifferent eyes and determined back.
Darkness enveloped the sky, and she curled up on the sofa with the orange cat in her arms.
Suddenly I felt lonely as never before.
If these things hadn't happened, he might have brought her to this room himself.
He comes to show her the life he once had, and brings the cat into her arms.
There was someone by her side when the sun set, the only one of her kind in the world.
Boom, boom, boom.
Yunque touched his heart and said softly: "Why is my heart beating so fast?"
The orange cat thought the beautiful woman was talking to her and licked the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Only then did Skylark realize that he was crying.
how can that be possible.
She is the most perfect being in the world and the strongest person standing at the apex of the two worlds.
There is nothing as childish as feelings in her world.
But one sentence still echoed in her heart.
He was supposed to accompany you here.
But you lost him.
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In the heavy rain, the sound of brakes was so rapid.
Su Youxia stepped on the brakes and looked at the empty rearview mirror, her face pale.
"Youzhu."
She seemed to have seen a ghost: "Where is Xiao Gu?"
Su Youzhu was also stunned. The young man was clearly sleeping on her lap just now, but he had disappeared without realizing it. The two sisters didn't even notice when he left.
After resolving the pursuers of the Youying Group, they chose to go to the border of Sin City to escape, because there were people resurrected from the dead everywhere, and the sinners were like brutal beasts, killing all living creatures.
Until just now, all the criminals in the city had disappeared.
The flames went out and torrential rain fell.
It's like a dead city here again.
Only a note was left on the back seat of the car.
"Don't come to me."
That's his handwriting.
This proves that he was not kidnapped but left on his own.
"Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse."
Su Youzhu murmured softly: "He used the Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse to go back in time and space."
Damn it, this guy has just learned the Candle Dragon Forbidden Curse, but he can use it so skillfully.
Su Youxia was about to turn around and go back to find him, but was stunned.
Because the bright lights illuminated the entire city of sin.
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It was raining heavily, and Gu Jianlin sat on a broken bronze pillar, listening to the sounds in the wind and rain.
The roar of helicopters.
The collision of firearms and the sound of swords being unsheathed.
Mix together.
The bright light breaks through the darkness, so dazzling.
What was supposed to come, came anyway.
He silently took out a piece of black cloth, covered his eyes, and held the Qilin Wedge tightly.
Loneliness overwhelmed him like a storm.
He held the sword and broke into the lonely rainstorm.
(End of chapter)
