The leader of the Demon Cult who has dominated the human world for hundreds of years is actually a god?
Shangguan patted his chest and assured her that his name must be on the heavenly book. Song Heng accompanied him and rummaged through the heavenly book until his eyes turned red. Finally, he found his name in the demon-slaying record of the fierce battle between gods and monsters.
"Old Jade Emperor is really lost! At least I lost my life in the war." Shangguan patted the case and stood up, raised his sword and left.
"Come on, you can't even kill a chicken."
"I'll kill the chicken right now!"
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That night, Song Heng was bending down to sweep chicken feathers in the yard under the moonlight. Shangguan followed her step by step, twirling the tiny chicken feathers on the two of them. The old hen, which had been hacked to pieces, cowered in the nest, feeling that the two owners who used the Yaoguang sword on it today were both very sick.
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When a young man enters the world, he wields a sword in all directions. There is no need to leave a name in the history of the millennium, but I hope that I will have no regrets in my heart, but I hope that I will die without regrets, but I hope that the two hearts will be one.
The blood debt of thousands of people in the past life must be repaid endlessly to survive in the future life. You must be loved by the world and then abandoned, and you must be pitied by the seven emotions and then be disgusted. The Shangguan moved in front of the gods and kowtowed calmly, inheriting the act of forgiveness in infinite reincarnations.
Song Heng knelt down to the seven thousand monks at Xuanbing Mountain and promised that one person could withstand the pressure of both gods and demons, and completely take over the responsibility of saving the world.
Song Heng was not a merciful person, she was not a god. She personally cut off the godhead rooted in her bones and muscles. She did not have to be responsible for the world, but Shangguan did.
So the green skirt was changed into a red one, a pure body was removed, and the thin back of the immortal bones was loaded with sweet blood and hope. The dagger was tortured into the wrist bones by responsibility and love. The free utopia continued to collapse and be rebuilt, but without any regrets, it ran towards the "wonderland" where it would be lonely for thousands of years.
Note: Under the Year | Coquettish | Smiling Tiger | Black Belly | Fox vs Growth | Salvation | Responsibility | Possession | Elm Head is in the process of awakening
*Group portraits and CP can be eaten randomly.
*No mistresses, no misunderstandings, no bloodshed... Quarrels at the head of the bed, and (um) at the end of the bed
* Stop whitewashing villains! ! Hate from my own mother! !
Intention: Cherish the present and live well.