Xie Gui hated Shang Xuandu so much that when he saw the life tablet for the first time after his rebirth, his throat still ached, and he had already thought about how to destroy him in this life.
Zhaohan could not be born, Shang Xuandu could not become famous, and the young man who would kill him with a sword in the future had better be broken from the beginning.
But he didn't expect that the moment the sword embryo shattered, Wanjianchi collapsed, and the death bell rang throughout the seven peaks.
He wanted to live, so he killed many people; he wanted to escape, but he turned back when Shang Xuandu was about to die.
The evil spirit tore open his back, and blood splashed onto Shang Xuandu's face.
Shang Xuandu supported him, his fingers losing their balance for the first time: "Why did you save me?"
Xie Gui was in so much pain that he could hardly stand, but still looked up at him. There was no regret in those eyes, which contained the coldness and hatred left by too many deaths.
"Who said I saved you?"
He smiled.
"Shang Xuandu, you haven't fully repaid your debt to me, why did you die so easily?"
Intention: The long night shines cold, making it difficult to cross the spring mountain. The long night shines cold, making it difficult to cross the spring mountain.