Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

Chapter 226: She's dead

But what Chang Ren said was a bit unsatisfactory.

What is meant by "Catch that little witch earlier, and you will surely be able to ask an answer." This nonsense, if people can catch you so easily, now no one will give you the glory of the sky and listen to you. It’s selling badly here.

Although the heroes feel that what Chang Jian said is reasonable, without exception, they have the illusion that they have been fooled for no reason.

Without the gimmick of Glory of the Sky, the Chang family is just a family that has been a little bit worth seeing recently, and no one wants to contribute any more.

Sometimes credit bankruptcy is that simple.

The rumors that the Glory of the Sky was stolen by Qin Shuang spread like wildfire, but for many days, just like the previous rumors that the Glory of the Sky was stolen, the rumors spread. The Chang family's battle was a loss of face.

In the north, the Sect of Thousand Souls.

The pear blossoms are beginning to wither.

The red-clothed girl held the flute and looked at the scattered flowers without making a sound.

The back figure is a little lonely for no reason.

Qin Yue poured a pot of tea, "Master."

The bone flute on Su Chan Mosuo's hand made a low "um" sound.

Qin Yue looked at the scattered flowers, then at the back of the girl in red, and finally turned around, the once dazzling white light on Qianhun Mountain was not as bright as before.

Since both of them left, the pear tree began to bloom, and the light on the mountain over there became dim.

Maybe others don't know, but as a high priest, Qin Yue, who would temporarily take over the responsibility of the leader without a god, knew what the light was on that mountain.

It is Jing Lingzhu.

The pure spirit master is the **** of blessings and misfortunes. The gods can purify all evils when they are good, and they can defile the good souls of the world when they are evil.

However, the Jingling Orb of the God of Fortune and Sorrow has always been a mix of good and evil, especially after the Su Cangfallen God, it is based on evil and good is supplemented.

But before both were there, Qin Yue had gone up the mountain to see Jing Lingzhu with his own eyes because of the high priest's responsibility.

The pure white bead is missing the slightest malice, only the thick, with the universal compassion and the divine light of redemption, as long as you stand in front of it, you will feel the soul is washed, as if all the darkness will be Purification.

Jing Lingzhu has always represented the state of the gods at this time, something like the godhead.

During that time, she hadn't seen Su Chan kill even one person.

Peace of mind seems to have become another person.

There is no bit of malice.

She was also because of the vision of the Jing Lingzhu-for the fallen **** Su Zang, this is indeed a vision. She has turned over the records of the high priests in the past, and several generations of priests have seen this blessing and misfortune. The God’s Pure Spirit Orb is no surprise, sometimes it is black and white, and sometimes it is completely black and hostile, and disasters come to the world at every turn, without hesitation.

No priest of a generation has seen a truly pure pure spirit orb.

In other words, it is indeed a vision.

After all, Su Hao is a fallen **** of fortune and curse, and he is always more malicious than good, just like a wicked person who has done bad things trying hard to instinctively make him have the kindness of helping an old grandma to cross the road-he feels absurd. .

But even the ridiculous, pure Jing Lingzhu brightened for a full month.

As long as that person is there, the Jing Lingzhu will always be on like this.

As if to prove something.

Just now...

Qin Yue couldn't help but glanced at the fading light on the mountain again, thinking, there should be no way to maintain that state.

After all, it’s okay for you to let the bad guy help the old man cross the road once. It’s a bit nonsense to let the bad guy help the old man cross the road every day.

Of course Su Cang didn't go there and hit the ground.

But looking at the current state of Jing Lingzhu, Qin Yue guessed that although Su Chuang had been quiet, he probably wanted to go to someone to hit the ground.

"Gu Peijiu has woken up." Qin Yue thought about her words, "The Chang family called for people to go up and return home unscathed. The little priest...well."

Su Chan said indifferently: "I know."

I couldn't hear the emotions, and it didn't seem to mean to hit the scene.

Of course it won't be very happy.

Qin Yue stopped talking.

The falling pear blossoms look a bit lonely.

Su Cang didn't think about anything that would smash the place.

She just thought about it a long time ago.

It was a long, long time... to her, it couldn't be said to be a long time ago.

At that time, Xia Wushuang was working hard to atone for the crime she had committed. She was outside the Evil Spirit Mountain, waiting for one day to come out by herself.

Just like Xia Wushuang herself said, after a long time, she will let go of everything.

Whether it's feelings... or the sins she values very much.

Of course, she didn't blindly wait, Xia Wushuang once said, let her find what she likes to do.

It's just the world, except for Xia Wushuang, there is nothing she likes.

There are many things that are annoying...or rather, people.

For example, the king of Chu.

The faint wind blew past, rolling up the pear blossoms on the ground.

"..." Su Chan turned back slightly, and most of the pear blossoms in the same place had fallen.

She murmured: "It's a lot."

Qin Yue said: "It will open next year."

Su Chan shook his head, "It's not the same."

This is the flower that she uses divine power to make it bloom.

She sighed softly, "Whatever it is, there will be a dying day."

Qin Yue didn't know what she meant, so she stopped talking.

The two remained silent for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, Su Chan raised his hand slightly, borrowed a piece of falling petals, and suddenly started talking.

"A long, long time ago, I liked a girl."

"In order to gain her favor, I did everything and did a lot of things."

Su Chan's voice was shallow, "I watched her do what she wanted, watched her part ways with her childhood lover, watched her lead the puppet soldiers to fight north and south, watched her being invaded by demons, watched her and the most trusted one. The puppet is close to the end of the world..."

"I used to hate many people."

Su Chan smiled slightly, "But she is the only one she likes from beginning to end."

Qin Yue said, "God must not be partial."

This is not what Qin Yue said, but she saw it from the previous priest's book.

If God prefers one person, it will be difficult for him to maintain a fair position for so long. After all, God should be ruthless and undesirable, cherish kindness, and universalize all living beings.

"That's the heart demon." Su Cangman said casually, and then looked at the direction of the priest's hall not far away, "...not a preference."

When you like a person to the point where you become crazy, you will do something out of the ordinary.

Although Su Cang never thought that what he did was out of line.

But she is very clear that some things can be accepted by herself, but it does not mean that others can also accept them.

For example, when Xia Wushuang was repenting while staying at the Evil Spirit Mountain, she told all the things Xia Wushuang had concealed from Chu Shi to the aloof His Majesty the King of Chu.

Su Chan's brows drooped slightly.

King Chu knew her.

It should be said that everyone around Xia Wushuang knew better than she was not suitable to be an emperor.

She still remembers the cold snow that drifted into the deep palace.

When she went, the aloof majesty was looking at a painting.

There were many peach blossoms, and the girl folded a peach blossom in her hand. She looked back, vividly, as if she would come out of the painting in the next second.

Su Chan thought.

If Chu Wang hadn't looked at the painting when she went there, maybe she wouldn't have done it too much.

Of course, not necessarily.

After all, the person in the painting has always been what she wanted.

I can't wait, but I don't want anyone else to get it.

Even if you just think about it, you will feel defiled and blasphemy.

"...Power is really a sweet fruit that makes people forget everything."

Little by little, she told her majesty who had lost all that Xia Wushuang had lost in those years.

She smiled and said casually.

"She changed her destiny for your majesty against the sky, refined for your majesty a puppet soldier unparalleled in the world... for your majesty to seize a small country overnight, and broke the prestigious name that made the enemy fearful..."

"Finally, died under the hooves of the rebels...?"

"Didn't Your Majesty notice that there is something different?"

"Does your majesty know the tide of evil spirits?"

"Your Majesty knows... what is fate?"

"Or, to be simpler, does your majesty know what is meant by scourge?"

"If you don't know anything... Your Majesty is so happy."

"..."

Maybe Chu Shi would be an excellent general, but she obviously would not be a qualified emperor.

Too much love for children, doomed to the tragedy of her life.

After doing all this, Su Cang does not regret it.

Another pear blossom fell down, making people feel melancholy for no reason.

Su Chuang lowered her brows. Even though so many years have passed, she still hasn't forgotten Chu Shi's pale face.

...Beautiful and delightful.

Su Chan watched the pear blossom slowly fall to the ground, and his slightly raised lips slowly flattened.

Chu Shi asked the historian to erase all the records about that person, leaving some insignificant things, and then, like a dream, added a lot of records about Lingxi Peak and the imperial palace.

...Even everyone knows that it doesn't exist.

But power is a sweet fruit.

In a word, the historian will be sincere and horrified, this is the sweetness that Xia Wushuang's blood and sins have been exchanged for with countless dry bones.

When the truth is revealed, it becomes painful and poisonous.

Chu Shi said, "...Since you know everything, then tell me, is she still alive?"

Su Chan looked at her.

This is the most noble person in the world.

The yellow robe was added, and the emperor's crown hung high, but now she was pale and swayed slightly, but she tried to maintain her composure. She looked at her and tried to get something more useful from her mouth——

About that person, something more useful.

In her eyes, Su Chan saw what she had seen in the eyes of her believers countless times when she was the **** of blessing.

--hope.

The source of all beliefs.

It is because of hope that one will look for faith.

However, she is not the **** of good fortune for this person, and cannot bring her any good news.

Hope it's a good thing.

So why give it to an annoying person.

Su Chan said--

"She's dead."

It was really, a very beautiful moment.

Su Chan will always remember the moment when all the light was dim in his beautiful light brown apricot eyes.