This was the first statue that people had erected for him.
It was also the most majestic and solemn statue.
In the past,
Looking at "himself" like this, Xie Lian had always accepted it calmly. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. However, at this moment, he felt that this dazzling golden statue was extremely unfamiliar.
He couldn't help but think, "Is this really me?"
On the other side,
Feng Xin and Mu Qing were separately checking to see if there were any undiscovered trapped people. A trace of confusion flashed through Xie Lian's mind.
Seeing the crowd gradually calm down, he let out a sigh of relief.
However, before he could relax to the end,
He suddenly felt a burst of pressure on his body.
Xie Lian's heart immediately tightened.
After all, that Sky Tower was too tall and too heavy.
That statue also seemed to be slightly strained.
Its hands trembled slightly.
Its feet sank, and its tall golden body was also bent a little.
Only the smile remained unchanged. Seeing this, Xie Lian immediately summoned another spell. However, the spell was repelled.
His heart turned cold. Not only did the golden statue not rise,
It actually bent a little more.
It seemed that it couldn't hold on much longer.
Xie Lian's hands also began to tremble. He had never felt this way before. As far as he was concerned, if he wanted to hit a mountain, it would fall down. He stamped his foot, and the mountain fell down.
He stomped his feet, and the earth would shake. However, he had never felt this thing before. It was called "powerlessness".
As a last resort, Xie Lian clenched his teeth and flew up. He sat down at the foot of the huge golden statue and suddenly raised his hand to summon the spell again. This time, he personally went into battle. As expected, that golden statue rose again. It fiercely raised its head and once again pushed up the tilting Sky Tower!
Although he had forcefully endured it, Xie Lian's back and heart were already drenched in cold sweat. Countless people inside and outside the Imperial Palace didn't know that he was suffering but couldn't speak. They had already knelt in front of this golden statue and shouted, "In the face of national calamity, His Highness the Crown Prince has appeared!"
"Your Highness, please save us!"
"Save the people! Protect the common people! "
Xie Lian gritted his teeth for a while before reluctantly saying, "Everyone, please get up and retreat. Retreat a little further. Don't surround this place, I … …" At this point, he found that he was actually out of breath. His voice was drowned in the tide of shouts. The more he tried to amplify it, the more he realized how small he was. Xie Lian took a deep breath and was about to shout when a hand suddenly grabbed his ankle. He lowered his head and saw that it was Qi Rong. He hurriedly said, "Qi Rong, quickly go down and tell everyone not to gather around here. Be careful of collapsing!"
These words were blurted out, and when Xie Lian realized what he had said, he suddenly felt his blood run cold.
In the past, he wouldn't even have such thoughts, let alone say such words. Even if the world were to collapse, he believed that he would be able to withstand it. But now, he discovered something extremely terrifying: he didn't believe it anymore.
Not only did people not believe him, even he himself did not dare to believe himself!
Qi Rong casually said, "How could it collapse? Aren't you holding it up?"
Hearing this sentence, Xie Lian's heart trembled again. Qi Rong, however, did not notice his slightly pale face. His eyes were green as he said, "Cousin, let me help you."
Xie Lian stared blankly for a moment before saying, "You're helping me? How are you going to help me? "
Qi Rong said without hesitation, "Didn't you say you knew how to create the Human Face Plague? Tell me that method, and I'll help you curse the people of Yong An. I'll help you kill them! "
… … As expected, he was hiding under the bed and had heard everything the three people said!
Xie Lian was so angry that he felt powerless. "You … … You're simply messing around! Do you know what a curse is? "
Qi Rong, however, did not seem to care as he said, "I know. Isn't it just a curse? Cousin, let me tell you, I'm very talented in this area. I often curse my father, and I suspect that he was cursed to death by me. You … … "
"… …" Xie Lian couldn't listen anymore and said, "You should leave."
Qi Rong hurriedly said, "No! No! Fine, if you don't want to tell me how to curse, then tell me … … how can I avoid the Human Face Plague? "
Xie Lian's heart skipped a beat. Qi Rong then said, "You know, right? You know why soldiers won't be infected, don't you? Cousin, can you tell me why exactly? "
At the moment, there were still many palace people gathered nearby, and it was unknown how many pairs of ears were listening. Xie Lian was afraid that news would leak out and cause trouble, so he kept his mouth shut. However, there really was someone who couldn't restrain himself. He raised his head and asked, "Your Highness the Crown Prince! Is this true? "
"You really know how to cure the Human Face Plague?!"
"Then why don't you say it?"
Those people's eyes emitted the same green light as Qi Rong's. Xie Lian tightly shut his mouth, but between his teeth, he squeezed out a few words, "No! I don't know! "
There was a small disturbance in the crowd, but it wasn't big. At this time, Feng Xin returned. From afar, he saw Qi Rong lying beside Xie Lian and shouted, "What are you doing, what are you doing!"
Xie Lian immediately said, "Feng Xin, take him away!"
Feng Xin responded and came over. However, Qi Rong suddenly grabbed Xie Lian and fervently said, "Cousin, you will definitely defeat the people of Yong An and drive them away, won't you! You will protect us, you definitely will! Won't you? "
If it was a few months ago, perhaps Xie Lian would still be full of passion and loudly answer, "I will protect you!" But now, he didn't dare. Qi Rong's expression was extremely excited. Xie Lian looked at him, slightly confused. Because he was very clear that Qi Rong wasn't the kind of person who would worry about the country and its people. Even if the country was in danger, he should be more afraid. Why was he so excited? After a while, he suddenly thought of something. Qi Rong's father also seemed to be from Yong An.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Qi Rong's voice suddenly became mournful, "Cousin Crown Prince! You won't really leave us like this, right? Don't tell me we are just going to let others trample on and humiliate us like this? Don't tell me, don't tell me we don't have any way?! "
Hearing his question, Xie Lian felt a wave of sorrow in his heart. Because he discovered that Qi Rong wasn't wrong. Facing this kind of situation, he really … … didn't have any way!
Feng Xin said, "I'll go ask the king to put him in confinement again."
Qi Rong was brought away by him, but he still struggled and shouted, "You must hold on. You must not fall! "
Can't fall!
Xie Lian also knew that he couldn't fall. Even if the people nearby had evacuated, this Heaven Tower still couldn't fall. If it fell, not only would the century-old ruins of the imperial palace be destroyed, the main trunk of Shen Wu Street and many houses would also be smashed into pieces. Moreover, this tower still had countless rare treasures and century-old scrolls left behind by generations of ancestors. They couldn't all be moved at once. If the Heaven Tower fell, everything would be gone. And the Imperial Qi of Xian Le Country that it was guarding would also be completely cut off.
However, his magic power, like the water source of Yong An, seemed to be drying up day by day. In order to support this huge golden statue, he couldn't leave this place for the time being. He could only hand over the defense of the city to Feng Xin and Mu Qing, stay in the same place and meditate. Because this five-foot-tall golden statue was originally the statue of God that guarded Mount Tai Cang, Xie Lian summoned it here. The original believers had no statue to worship, so they swarmed here and prayed for it under the open sky. Although this was the imperial palace and outsiders shouldn't be able to enter, the underground cave had caused the palace walls to collapse. Secondly, the current situation in Xian Le Country was chaotic and there wasn't enough manpower to manage it. Thirdly, he was afraid that it would incur the anger of the people and cause chaos again, so he had no choice but to let them in.
Xie Lian sat in one place. The king and the empress came to visit him every day. He muddle-headedly endured for a few days. On one hand, he used all his strength to support the Heaven Tower, on the other hand, he accumulated his strength and waited for an opportunity to leave. The king didn't have it easier than him. His hair was already completely white. He was clearly in the prime of his life, but he looked like he was over fifty years old. When the father and son met, they didn't say anything, but they were much more harmonious than before.
The empress had watched Xie Lian grow up since he was a child, but she had never seen her beloved son's spiritual and elegant appearance. Now, seeing him bitterly guarding this place, weathering the wind, the sun, and the rain, yet still refusing to let anyone get too close to shelter him, her heart ached. She personally held an umbrella for him under the scorching sun. After holding on for a while, Xie Lian was afraid that she would get tired from standing for too long, so he said, "Empress Mother, let's go back. I don't need it. You all don't come near here, and don't send anyone near either. I'm afraid … … "
What was he afraid of? In the end, he wanted to say something, but he hesitated. The empress had her back to the gathered believers. After enduring for a long time, she still couldn't help but shed tears. "My son, you've suffered. You … … How can you suffer like this! "
In order to cover up her haggard appearance, the empress wore a lot of makeup. Her tears washed away her makeup, further revealing that she was a woman who was no longer youthful. Her heart ached for her son, and she cried for him. However, she didn't dare to cry too loudly for fear of being discovered by the people behind her. The king held her shoulders, and Xie Lian also stared at her in a daze.
When a person suffered at any time, the first person they would think of was the person who loved them the most. For Xie Lian, this person was undoubtedly his mother. Perhaps it really was useless, but after suffering for so many days, and having been cut one by one until now, at this moment, he really wanted to turn back into a ten year old child, throw himself into his mother's arms, and cry.
However, up until now, he had chosen all his own paths. His parents' situation was already extremely difficult, and with so many people anxiously looking at him from below, he absolutely couldn't show a trace of weakness. If even he couldn't withstand it, then who else could?
Thus, Xie Lian said against his will, "Empress Mother, don't worry, I'm fine. Your son isn't suffering at all. "
Whether it was suffering or not, only he knew in his heart.
Several palace maids supported the king and empress, and after every step they took, they left. Xie Lian was once again exposed to the scorching sun, and he drowsily closed his eyes. After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes. Dusk had fallen on the horizon, and the setting sun shone on the ground. Below, there were only a few believers left.
However, when he lowered his head, he saw that not far from him, there was a lonely little flower placed there.
Xie Lian wasn't very sure when a flower had appeared there, so he freed a hand and picked it up.
It was an extremely small flower. A snow-white flower, a clear green calyx, and a thin and frail stem that still carried dew, as if it was a teardrop. It had a very pitiful appearance. The faint fragrance seemed familiar. It was inconspicuous, but it refreshed the mind.
He couldn't help but tightly grasp the flower, bringing it closer to his heart.
Right at this moment, the sudden smell of blood covered this wisp of the quiet and beautiful fragrance of the flowers. Xie Lian raised his head, and his vision became blurry. At the same time, a figure roared and rushed towards him. "Why! Why!! "
Xie Lian was startled. He waved his sleeves and pushed that person away. With great difficulty, he asked, "Who is it?!"
That person was flung away by his sleeves, and rolled on the ground several times. Xie Lian still had to support the fifteen-foot golden statue. He didn't dare to get up, and he also didn't dare to approach. However, he immediately recognized who this person was. This person only had one leg — — it was the youth who had given him the umbrella, and then had his leg personally cut off!
That youth's entire body was covered in blood, and both of his palms were stained with blood. He had actually crawled all the way here on his hands and feet, leaving behind a frightening trail of blood on the ground. With great difficulty, he sat up. Xie Lian was stunned. "You, why did you come out? Weren't you cultivating in the Buyou Forest? "
That youth didn't answer him. Instead, he used his hands and feet to crawl towards him. Because he only had one leg, he looked extremely frightening. Xie Lian said, "You … …!"
That youth suddenly lifted up the trouser leg of his remaining right leg and said, "Why!"
Focusing his eyes, Xie Lian saw that on his right leg, there was shockingly a distorted human face!
At this moment, one of the things that Xie Lian was most worried about had really happened. If he hadn't been sitting, he most likely would have fallen. That youth slapped the ground and roared, "Why did you cut off my leg! I still relapsed! My leg is also gone! Why? Return my leg! Return my leg! "
That day when he had given him the umbrella, the smile on that youth's face when he had stuffed the umbrella into his hands was still vivid in his mind. Yet, right now, he looked like he had gone insane. This contrast was too tragic. Xie Lian's mind was a mess. Muddleheaded, he said in a trembling voice, "I … …"
After a long while, he finally reacted and said, "I … … I'll help you!"
After he finished speaking, he immediately cast a spell to suppress the evil aura of the plague poison on that youth's leg. Unexpectedly, wailing sounds could be heard all around him. Another three or four people rushed over, all of them crying, "Your Highness, save me!" "Your Highness, save me!"
"Your Highness, look at my face. I've cut off half of my face, but why hasn't it healed? Why? In the end, how can I be cured! "
"Your Highness, look at me! Look at what I've become!"
Bloody scenes were forcefully shoved in front of him one after another. Xie Lian's eyes stared blankly. His hands didn't know where to wave as he muttered, "I won't look, I won't look, I don't want to look!"
It turned out that after the victims of the Human Face Plague in the Bu You Forest collectively relapsed, they finally erupted into chaos. They actually broke through the guards and doctors guarding them and ran out to find him!
Since they had already run out, if he didn't hurry and suppress the plague poison in this group of people, he was afraid that the Human Face Plague would spread even faster. Xie Lian closed his eyes and forced himself to use his power. He wanted to help these people suppress the plague poison and temporarily relieve their pain. However, just as he suppressed the poison on this side, even more people immediately rushed over to him. "Your Highness, there's still me! Help me too! "
Surrounded by more than a dozen people, Xie Lian vaguely felt that the golden statue above him seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Panic grew in his heart as he said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute! I … … "
One person couldn't help but say, "I can't wait anymore! I don't want to wait anymore! I've already waited for too long!"
"Your Highness, why did you treat him, but not me?"
Gradually, the voices surrounding him changed.
"Why is it that when you treated him, it completely disappeared, but when you treated me, I didn't get much better? Aren't you a god? Why are you so unfair! I want fairness! "
Xie Lian argued, "No, I'm not being unfair. This isn't my problem, it's just that your illnesses are different … …"
"You either don't help, or help to the end. What's the meaning of throwing away your burden now? Is it up to you? "
Xie Lian was a little out of breath and said, "I'm not throwing away my burden, I just … … want to wait a bit … …"
"Do you know how to cure this disease?"
Xie Lian opened his mouth. "I … …"
"If you know, then why aren't you willing to tell us?!"
Xie Lian hugged his head and said, "I don't know!"
"You're lying! I've already heard people say that you clearly know! I've seen through you! You're not willing to tell us because you want us to keep begging you like this, so that you can swindle our offerings! Liar, you're a liar! "
"In the end, what is the method? Hurry up and say it, you still won't say it!!!"
Xie Lian's complexion was pale, and his eyes were blank. Countless hands were pushing and shoving him here and there, and there were even hands that had already fiercely grabbed his neck. Thus, the most comical scene appeared. He was clearly a deity, but at this moment, there was a weak voice in his heart calling out, "… … Save me ah — —"
It seemed like someone was pulling away these hands, but it also seemed like they weren't. He wasn't very clear, but he knew that these people with bloody scars and missing limbs seemed to want to tear him into pieces and eat him. After an unknown amount of time, the sound of a horn that sounded like the wailing of ghosts could be heard in the distance. Everyone was only concerned with their own wailing and tearing, completely ignoring this horn. However, Xie Lian suddenly quivered. Because he knew that this was the horn of victory for the people of Yong An!
He could no longer sit still, or perhaps he couldn't hold on any longer. His body leaned forward, and he knelt in front of him. At the same time, the fifty-foot golden statue that he had bitterly supported for several days also acted in the same manner as him. In an instant, as if it had lost its life, it loudly collapsed.
Accompanied by a loud rumbling sound, the tall and heavy Sky Tower pressed down, and along with the golden statue, it was smashed into pieces!
The golden statue itself wouldn't shatter. However, because Xie Lian had poured too much of his spiritual energy into it, hoping that it could support the Sky Tower, it had long since become extremely fragile. Of the patients that escaped from the Dark Forest, some escaped, some died, and some were injured. In the Imperial Palace and the streets, people were frantically moving about. Some were hiding from the fragments of the Sky Tower, and some were hiding from those extremely terrifying human-faced patients. Xie Lian covered his head with both hands, stumbling all the way to the gates of the Imperial Palace.
The city tower was on fire, black smoke billowed. Xie Lian rushed up the tower, brushing past countless soldiers that were retreating in a sorry state. On the city tower, he also didn't know what to do. He could only look down blankly with a face full of black ash and tears that had unknowingly flowed down. In his blurry vision, corpses littered the ground. There was only a white figure standing in the middle of the battlefield, his sleeves fluttering. That figure wasn't a youth, but a youth. When he turned his head, he saw him from afar, and the youth elegantly waved his hand, as if he was about to float away.
Seeing this, Xie Lian sternly said, "Don't go!!!"
The last two times he saw him, he had used a fake skin, but Xie Lian's intuition told him that this time, it was definitely his real body! So, without hesitation, he flipped over the city wall, and with a leap, jumped down from the city tower.
In this life, Xie Lian had jumped down from extremely high places countless times. Relying on his powerful magic power and superb martial arts skills, he was able to land safely every time. Every time, he was proud and satisfied. Every time, it was a standard scene of a Celestial Being appearing on the stage in the legends. And this time, he was no longer a myth.
When he landed, he didn't stand firm, and instead leaned to the side. A piercing pain instantly spread from his leg to his whole body.
He broke his leg.
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Breaking a leg was actually nothing, and it would heal very quickly. However, from that day onwards, Xie Lian seemed to have become another person.
He seemed to have lost his soul, and he no longer had the original awe-inspiring might. After losing the first round, there was a second, a third … He didn't want to use his sword, and he didn't want to step out of the formation. But because there was no one in front of him to replace him, he could only brace himself and fight. On the battlefield, he didn't slack off, and he really did his best. But for some unknown reason, even though he was clearly in his twenties, the hand that held the sword had already begun to tremble like an old man with one foot in the grave.
He trembled, and his heart was filled with fear. Moreover, he himself couldn't clearly say who it was, or what it was that made him afraid. In the end, the officers and soldiers who originally respected him all gradually lost their patience with him.
Xie Lian knew that many people began to spread this saying: What kind of Martial God is this? He's clearly a God of Plagues!
But he couldn't refute anything. This was because Xie Lian himself was also doubting: Could it be that he really has become a God of Plagues?
If that was the case, then it would still be alright. To Xian Le Country, the real calamity was the Human Face Plague, which had finally gone completely out of control.
Five hundred people, one thousand, two thousand, three thousand … In the end, Xie Lian didn't dare to ask how many people had been infected today.
As if it was his final judgment, on this day, the Heavenly Realm finally opened its gates to him, conveying a message to him: His Highness the Crown Prince, it's time to return to the Heavenly Court.
It went without saying what awaited him on this trip back. Feng Xin and Mu Qing both felt a little uneasy. However, Xie Lian was thinking about something else. He said to the two people, "Before I leave, I want to go to another place to take a look."
Feng Xin asked, "Where?"
Xie Lian replied, "Huang Ji Temple."
After a moment of silence, Feng Xin said, "Don't go."
However, Xie Lian had already walked out by himself. Feng Xin called out, "Your Highness!" Unable to stop him, he could only follow along with Mu Qing.
The three of them walked up the mountain.
Huang Ji Temple. This was the place where Xie Lian's first shrine rose from the ground. It was also the place where his first statue of a deity was built. However, under the request of the State Preceptor, those three thousand disciples had long been dismissed from the mountain. The current Huang Ji Temple was just an empty temple.
Walking halfway up the mountain, Xie Lian looked down. He saw that in the Imperial City, there were clusters of bright flames everywhere, reflecting the brilliance of the stars in the sky. It was very beautiful. However, Feng Xin was extremely angry and cursed, "This group of lunatics!"
Xie Lian fixed his gaze on the flames. Feng Xin once again said, "Stop looking! What's there to look at! "
During this period of time, Feng Xin scolded Xie Lian countless times. Do you like to find suffering for yourself or what? However, in reality, Xie Lian also didn't know what he wanted to do. He only knew that as long as another temple was burned or destroyed, he wouldn't be able to control himself. He had to personally go and take a look. He would look but not say anything. He couldn't stop it either. He could only stand there helplessly. What was there to look at? He also didn't know.
At this moment, a fire also lit up on Crown Prince Peak. Feng Xin was extremely shocked and said, "Why did they not even let Huang Ji Temple off?! Did these people have their ancestral graves dug up or … … "
Before he finished speaking, he shut his mouth. Because he remembered that the pain and torment that many people in Xian Le Country were suffering right now was even worse than the joke of having their ancestral graves dug up.
However, this fire wasn't big. After it started for a while, it was extinguished. It seemed like it was put out by someone. This time, Feng Xin was shocked. Because in these past few days, only people dared to set fires. No one dared to put them out. If someone tried to persuade or stop that group of evil people from setting fire to the temple, they would be treated as the 'God of Plagues' Xie Lian himself and beaten to death. Due to this reason, the three of them no longer dared to show themselves in front of mortals. They all hid their figures.
As the three of them ascended the mountain, they could hear the sounds of fighting. When they arrived at the Crown Prince's Peak, they saw that the Xian Le Palace had long since been torn apart. Only the frame and four walls of the main hall were left standing. There was no statue of a deity on the huge altar. Instead, there was a group of people fighting at the entrance of the ruined main hall. As they fought, they shouted, "You bastard! Damn brat! Did you f * cking lose your wife's virginity here or something? Is this lousy temple your lifeblood?! "
With one look, Xie Lian knew that this group of people definitely didn't come to destroy his temple out of anger. They were just a group of refugees who wished for the world to be in chaos. Perhaps they wanted to take advantage of the situation, or perhaps they just wanted to have fun, so they came to burn his temple. However, up until now, he didn't really care who was the one who destroyed his temple. At this moment, in the middle of this violent fight, a youngster's extremely fierce voice pierced through the night sky. "Scram!!!"
If one listened carefully, it was actually a person fighting against a group of people. Moreover, this person was only a teenager, a half-grown child. However, he wasn't willing to show the slightest bit of weakness, nor was he at a disadvantage. However, it was still one against many. That youngster's face was already covered in blood. His face was also covered in bruises and purplish bruises. His face couldn't even be seen clearly anymore. Feng Xin said, "This brat, when he grows up, he will definitely be a good man!"
At this moment, a man's eyes suddenly revealed a strange light. He picked up a large rock from the ground and was about to smash it at the back of the youngster's head. When Xie Lian saw this, he waved his hand. The rock that the man picked up bounced back and smashed into his own face. With a blood-curdling scream, blood spurted out from his nose. That youngster stared blankly for a moment. He turned around and raised his fists, violently beating them. The way he beat people was too frightening. It scared the group of adults away. As they ran, they pointed at him and bluffed, "Motherf * cker! Just wait! Just wait for this daddy to bring people to clean you up! "
That youngster sneered and said, "If you dare to come, I will take your dog life!!!"
That group of people was scared to death, so they ran even faster. After that youngster finished cursing, he rushed to the already extinguished fire at the side and fiercely stomped on it a few times. He stomped on every single spark until he was no longer breathing. Only then did he enter the Main Hall. He picked up a piece of paper from the ground and carefully smoothed it out. Then, he hung it in midair. Finally, he leaned against the altar and sat on the ground, lost in thought.
Xie Lian walked forward and lightly swept onto the altar. He discovered that what the youngster hung in midair was actually a painting. The strokes were immature. With one look, one could tell that it was drawn by someone who had never learned to draw. However, every stroke was serious and earnest. It was just like a Crown Prince's painting that pleased the God. It seemed that this was used to replace the God's statue that he had summoned away. Feng Xin said, "It's drawn very well!"
After so many days, Feng Xin had finally met someone who was willing to protect Xie Lian. Just now, he was so excited that he wished he could go up and help him fight. Now that he saw this youngster, he naturally felt that everything about him was not bad. Mu Qing's gaze flickered, as if he had thought of something. However, he didn't say anything. Xie Lian raised his hand and lightly touched that painting.
It wasn't very obvious, just like a light breeze brushing past. That youngster suddenly raised his head from his knees. His scarred face seemed to have lit up in an instant as he said, "Is that you?"
Feng Xin was alarmed. "How could this brat be so crafty?"
Mu Qing said, "Let's go."
Xie Lian slightly nodded his head. Just as he was about to turn around, that youngster threw himself onto the edge of the altar. His breathing was slightly hurried as he said, "I know it's you! Your Highness, don't go! I have something to say to you! "
Hearing this, the three people were all stunned. That youngster seemed to be extremely nervous as he clenched his fists and said, "Although your temple was burned, but … … you don't have to be unhappy. In the future, I will build you more, bigger, and more gorgeous temples that no one else can compare to. No one will be able to compare to you. I will definitely do it! "
"… …"
The three people were speechless.
This youngster's clothes were ragged, his face was covered in dirt, and his nose was bruised and swollen. He looked miserable, yet he was able to say such ambitious and visionary words. It really made one not know whether to laugh or cry. They didn't know what to think. As if he was afraid that his voice wouldn't reach the other person's ears, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted towards the painting on the altar, "Your Highness! Do you hear me? In my heart, you are God! You are the only God, you are the true God! Do you hear me?! "
His voice was so hoarse that it echoed throughout the entire Mount Taicang. — — Do you hear me?!
Xie Lian suddenly laughed out loud. This laugh was too sudden, causing Feng Xin and Mu Qing to jump in fright. Xie Lian laughed as he shook his head. That youngster naturally couldn't hear him, but he seemed to feel something. His eyes shone as he looked around. Suddenly, a drop of ice-cold water fell on his cheek. The youngster's eyes suddenly widened. In that instant, a snow-white reflection appeared in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, when he opened his eyes again, that reflection had disappeared.
Seeing that Xie Lian actually appeared for a moment, Feng Xin said, "Your Highness, just now you …"
Xie Lian said in confusion, "Just now? Oh, my mana is running out. I just couldn't control it. "
That youngster straightened his body and rubbed his eyes, as if he was still trying to hold back that fleeting shadow. Xie Lian closed his eyes. After a while, he said, "Forget it."
He finally got an answer, but it was these three words. That youngster's eyes first brightened, and the corners of his mouth rose. Then, he froze, and the curve of the corners of his mouth gradually dropped. He said, "… What? Forget what?
Xie Lian sighed, and said to him gently, "Forget it."
That youngster was stunned and didn't speak. Xie Lian then said to himself, "Forget it. Anyway, very soon, no one will remember it. "
Hearing this, that youngster's eyes widened. Suddenly, a stream of tears flowed silently from his eyes, washing a pale mark on his face. His Adam's apple moved, and he said, "I …"
Feng Xin seemed to be unable to bear it, and said, "Your Highness, don't say anymore. You broke the rules again. "
Xie Lian said, "En, I won't say anymore. However, in any case, I've already broken so many rules, so a few more words won't matter. "
This sentence, he didn't let that youngster hear it again. The three people got off the altar and walked towards the outside of the dilapidated main hall. The night wind blew, and Xie Lian shook his head.
Right now, he was still a Heavenly Official. Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to feel 'cold'. However, at this very moment, he truly felt a bone-piercing cold.
Who knew that the youngster they had left behind would suddenly mutter in the main hall, "It can't be."
He clearly couldn't see Xie Lian and the others, but he had accurately found the right direction. Rushing out, he shouted towards their backs, "It can't be!"
The three people turned their heads, and saw that the youngster's pair of eyes, in the dark night, were so bright that they could take one's soul away. His face, which was full of scars, seemed angry yet sad, seemed happy yet crazy.
Amidst the surging tears, he said, "I won't forget.