He is killing, born out of resentment; she is redemption, born out of his presence.
Twenty-three thousand eight hundred and twenty-four years, Jimo Zhiyu guarded him through countless dim sun and moon, and she still had a piece of broken jade that kept chattering.
"It's been more than 20,000 years, Zhiyu. Look at this endless hell. There are evil Shura ghosts all around, eating flesh and devouring blood. I am the embodiment of the resentment of all things. You want to influence me through a piece of jade? You are wishful thinking and you are worthy of being called a goddess."
She was unmoved.
He also teased her: "In the eyes of some people, the black and white between the sky and the earth are nothing more than the rising and falling of the sun, the alternation of the four seasons, and are not worth a penny. Between good and evil, how can you distinguish the hypocrisy of others?"
She looked at him coldly.
He held her face in his hands again and said, "Look, there are countless beauties in the world, gold and silver, treasures, and rare treasures. As long as you nod your head, I will take you to collect the three realms and nine states together."
She took his hand away with an expressionless expression, turned around and left with a cold snort.
Later, he broke through the seal, and she entered the world with him.
He couldn't kill her, and she couldn't kill him.
Every moment in the world, he was thinking about how to get close to her and kill her quietly.
But she was so stunning. When he looked at the men around her one after another, his heart felt like thousands of ants crawling over him. Jealousy was growing like wildfire, squeezing like a mountain fire, waiting to explode.
He wants to see her but doesn't dare to get close. He wants to follow his inner desires but needs to be vigilant at all times.
She would always look at him with only fear, and her heart would always be thinking about how to pull him back into that dark abyss!
He thought: I hate it so much! He was obviously the one who had been with her for thousands of years!
Enemies of life and death are incompatible with each other, but the friendship of friends will accompany them for thousands of years.
It turned out that he had long been possessive of her, and had murderous intentions towards the men who came close to her. He wanted to drag the innocent goddess into the mire, and wanted to force her to take the world into his pocket.
Later, Taoyuan gradually emerged, and her white hands clamped hard on his neck. Her voice was as cold as ever: "The world is not for you and me. Tell me again, what do you want?"
Intention: Resentment can only be resolved, never killed