"Father! Mother!" Zhisheng heard a heartbreaking howl.
She knelt in front of the hill-like pile of corpses, constantly looking for survivors. Blood trickled out, twisting and turning, dyeing her white skirt red. Qingluan's heart can cure all kinds of diseases, bring people back to life, and make them immortal. This sentence brought disaster to her entire clan. This night was her birthday. The Feng clan did this. Looking at the corpses in front of them, everyone had big bloody holes in their bodies. She is the only survivor.
"Kill them! I will kill them! You Phoenix Clan is unrighteous, don't blame me, Zhisheng, for being ruthless!" Her eyes were red, her tone was furious and firm, and the clenched fists in her hands creaked. "After all, you were blinded by hatred and never gave the Phoenix Clan any breathing space."
"Whether it's right or wrong, it has nothing to do with you!"
"Ever since the day I fell into the devil's path and swallowed the world-destroying black lotus! I knew that there was no turning back for me, and now the black lotus is backlashing me. I don't have much time left." I am guilty, and I plead guilty! But I have never regretted it. You say, my eyes can see through the reincarnation of the world, but why can't I see my future? Yes! I have no future.
Everyone said that her life was ruined by hatred, but since they were not her, how could they understand her pain.
She once wore a battle armor for me and conquered this country for me. The world worshiped her and respected her as an undefeated god. But now? Oh, calling her a god-killer who has done many evil things, wishing that I would execute her immediately. I don't want this kind of world. He held the hairpin, feeling only self-blame in his heart.
Intention: In the face of hatred, some people may let go and live a life of freedom and ease. Maybe some people are blinded by hatred and lose their freedom. When they are at the end of the road, they look back and find that their former selves have long since disappeared with a gust of wind.