sinovels Chapter 31 9
Chapter 31 9
As soon as Nezha died, Black and White Wuchang came to take the demon-subduing marshal back. Ao Bing comforted Sang Rou who cried until he fainted, and then invited the judge who wrote the book of life and death.
The judge bowed to Ao Bing, but judging by the appearance of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, he seemed to have lost his soul.
"How did he die?"
"Well, from the perspective of a small person, the sand demons are for the celestial spirit in his stomach. The celestial spirit is a divine herb that cannot be digested by people without cultivation. Although they have cured him, it is nothing more than that. "
"Then if I hadn't saved him that day, what would have happened to him?"
"Then the rabbit spirit will die because of saving him. After he recovers, he will be left with scars all over his body, and then become a masked horse thief. In the end, he will shock the north and live a life of worry-free life until he dies of old age."
"It turned out that I was wrong to save him."
Lowering his head and laughing coldly, Ao Bing frowned, seeing Nezha's soul leave, an inch of his heart was also hollowed out with the other's departure, and then the north wind was blowing.
"Passing the path of reincarnation and becoming a golden body, the Generalissimo will not remember the reincarnation of this reincarnation, so please go back early, Lord Dragon King."
Holding the pen in both hands and hugging his chest, after the judge finished saying this, he also left following the impermanence of black and white, leaving only the exhausted Ao Bing and Sang Rou who woke up faintly.
After knowing that Nezha had left, Sang Rou handed the blood-stained bag to Ao Bing, which contained half a lotus flower and a bag of buckwheat seeds. Sang Rou said, whenever he wants to see you with a lotus flower When the bag is full, he will put a buckwheat in it, and he said that he will tell himself that this love, love, is nothing but bitter sea, and when the bag is full, maybe he will not miss you anymore.
"Immortal, sometimes I don't know whether you saved him or killed him that night."
I don't know if I miss you deeply, but I don't know when the flowers are gone.
"We were wrong from the beginning."
Holding the cloth bag in his palm, Ao Bing whispered something, then turned and left.
From the very beginning, it would be great if the magic pill and spirit beads were unknown.
When the Generalissimo of the Heavenly Court returned to his throne, Ao Bing jumped from the demon-sealing platform in the Purgatory of the East China Sea.
It used to be the place where he retreated for ten years, and now it is also the place where demons are imprisoned. He found the banshee who was with him back then, and asked her a question.
"How can I forget?"
"What does your lord want to forget?"
"I don't know." It's just that Qianfan is exhausted, and everything is empty, and he really feels tired.
"That means you don't want to forget."
"Don't forget, how I stayed and how I suppressed Donghai, my heart is no longer calm, and my fate is hard to change."
"Then why don't you let it go, all troubles are caused by love, if you have no love and no love, you will never hurt or hate again."
Ao Bing thought it was funny when he heard it, if he could let it go, what would it be like now?
"Can't let go, can't let go..."
Thousands of years of entanglement, lotus flowers juxtaposed, how can it be said that you can let go of it.
Closing his eyes, facing the lava above his head, Ao Bing covered his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood.
——Whenever I miss you, I will put a tartary buckwheat seed until they merge into mountains and seas, and we can meet each other.
After returning to the Heavenly Court, Nezha fell into a state of boredom again, and even Yang Jian's smiling face became more and more annoying. Finally, Zhenjun Erlang brought a pot of wine, and Nezha was pressed by the other party to taste it, and the result was almost bitter. Spit it out.
"What's this?"
"Bitter wine."
"What is it made of?"
"Naturally it is the bitter fruit of that bitterness."
Listening to the other party's incomprehensible words, although Nezha was speechless, he still drank the wine in the glass and refilled himself.
"Drink a few more sips, it's actually pretty good, isn't it?"
"Maybe." Putting down the cup, Nezha rubbed his reddened eye sockets, blinking and suddenly felt a bit choked up.
"Me," Nezha said while turning his head to look at the ice lotus on the table, lowering his eyes in bewilderment, "I seem to have forgotten something."
Something very, very important.
Tartary Buckwheat End
In the next article, the old man appears on the stage and changes his fate against the sky.
Nezha: Even if there are [-] hells below, I will go there with you.
Volume [-]【Spicy Mustard】
Six senses and eight sufferings, now that I have a son, I should be able to overcome them.
Even if there are [-] levels of hell below, I will go there with you.