Qin Ruwang was held by the Son of God and put it on the side of his fair neck. The skin touched by the fingertips was soft and smooth, but pale and warm. When the Son of God guided him to tighten his fingers, he was shocked. If it was burnt, he threw off Kamiko's hand.
"Could it be that you are soft-hearted?"
Shenzi sat in front of him, his beautiful pupils were slightly curved, his smile was gentle like water, but it overflowed with complete indifference and coldness.
In Qin Ruwang's view, his heart seems to be made of jade. It is crystal clear and does not cause dust, but it is cold and hard, without the slightest crack. No one can invade his heart, even his own body. Indifferent and don't care about his own life.
"You shouldn't be like this." The Son of God shook his head and sighed softly, "Now that you are the king of Daxia, he will surely achieve hegemony and rule the world. If you want to be the co-lord of the world, you will definitely set foot on the mountain of blood. The sea, the road to the death of the bones, must not have an excess of kindness."
He pulled Qin Ruwang's hand again, patted the back of his hand, and showed a smile.
"I am already a dying person, starting with me, removing obstacles one by one, killing me with my own hands, and fulfilling your long-cherished wish for many years, it is also a gift from me to the new emperor."
The more he continued, the more Qin Ruwang's heart sank. He nearly lost his temper when he heard it, and suddenly grabbed the hand of the Son of God, his eyes filled with coldness, and said in a cold voice, "I don't want this. congratulations."
"Then what do you want?" The Son of God asked, "I will die soon. Before I die, there is nothing left for you except this life."
Qin Ruwang was speechless, pinched the chin of the Son of God, and asked him to raise his head, stare into his eyes, and speak in a deep voice.
"You are not from Daxia, why do you expect me to become the king of Daxia so much? What does this have to do with you? You clearly know that in the future, I will destroy the Wushen Kingdom, and those divine envoys will also—"
"That's exactly what I hoped for."
The goddess smiled instead.
"The witch god is dead, and the kingdom of God is slowly degenerating into evil. Do you know how many lives the kingdom of God has to bury each year in order to choose the son and daughter of the gods, and how much torture we have to suffer?"
"It is said that it is a divine messenger, but I am living like a ghost. If there is no help from others, I can't even get out of this door!"
He was rarely excited, a morbid blushing suddenly appeared on his face, a trace of blood oozes from the corner of his lips, and his expression seemed to be smiling but not smiling, like crying but not crying.
"Only you can destroy the kingdom of God and save the kingdom of God. With my remaining life, I will definitely not see that day, so let me be the first person in the kingdom of God to die in your hands? Qin Ruwang, you killed me, come and kill me—"
"enough!"
The young king's face was icy cold, he suddenly picked up the goddess from the chair, put him back on the bed, and forced him to eat the longevity medicine refined by the goddess, watching him gradually calm down, then said in a low voice .
"If you are tired, you can take a rest, and stop talking nonsense." He said, "You will not die. The widow does not allow you to die, and you cannot die. The widow wants you to see with your own eyes how the Wushen Kingdom was buried in Daxia. Under the iron hoof, you will not die until then."
Shenzi smiled lightly, but he seemed to be really tired. He didn't speak for a long time. He closed his eyes gently, and his voice was soft like a whisper in a dream.
"...Yes, you are the king of Daxia, and today is the day you hold a grand ceremony. If you want to sacrifice to heaven, earth and ancestors, you must keep your body and mind clean, and how can you get bloody hands."
"I look forward to the day you speak of, Your Majesty..."
He finally calmed down. His complexion was as pale as ice and snow, but it shattered at the touch of a glass. He was beautiful and fragile, making people feel pity.
Qin Ruwang stood in front of his bed, stared at his face for a long time, suddenly stretched out his hand, touched it with his fingertips, and slowly slid down the tip of his eyes.
He had imagined countless times what kind of eyebrows and eyes would be under this mask. On this day, he finally got to see his true face, but found that it was even more moving than he thought.
In the past, he always thought that he would not take anyone to heart except his mother who died early, and if he said so, it was only hatred.
He hated his father who was shot by his own hands, hated the Wushen Kingdom and everything about it, and hated the person in front of him as well.
But he just loves this person.
Perhaps a long time ago, since the side they first met, he was alone in the garden, and when the son of God on the top stopped for him and stretched out his hand to him, he couldn't help but fall into it.
Even if this person is just to use him and doesn't have any sincerity towards him, he doesn't care anymore.
Seeing that the Son of God seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, Qin Ruwang quietly turned around and walked out, but suddenly heard a very soft voice behind him.
"You... what's your long-cherished wish?"
When he turned around, he saw the god child lying on the bed slightly opening his eyes and looking at him weakly. Qin Ruwang's heart suddenly ached, and he was silent for a moment, and finally said.
"I'll talk to you when you get better."
He left the palace, got on the waiting chariot, followed by hundreds of officials, went up the mountain to make sacrifices to the sky, and completed the ceremony, but when he returned to the palace and was about to see the Son of God again, what he heard was Bad news.
The Son of God is dead.
Across several palaces, you could vaguely hear the cries coming from there. If Qin Ruwang, who was sitting on the carriage, was hit hard, his eyes suddenly turned black, he staggered off the carriage, and hurried into the car. In the hall, the first thing I saw was a dazzling bright red.
The silver-white mask was stained with blood, and the snow-white front of the clothes was also full of blood. The slender wrists fell on the edge of the bed, and in the middle of the chest, a dagger was deeply pierced into the flesh.
Seeing this scene, Qin Ruwang lost all reason in an instant, his eyes were blood red, he thought that the son of God was stabbed to death, and wanted to drag the whole palace to Ling Chi to be executed, but a palace servant cried and hugged his legs, The letter written by Miko was handed over to him.
When he picked up the letter, Qin Ruwang's hand kept shaking. The fluffy paper fell to the ground several times, picked up by the palace servants again and again, and presented it back to him again.
The handwriting on the letter paper is not as beautiful as the original, but crooked. The person holding the pen is so ill that he can't even hold the pen steadily, but he still insists on writing the letter.
Shenzi mentioned in the letter that he died by self-determination and had nothing to do with other people, so Qin Ruwang should not take his anger on other people. Since Qin Ruwang did not want to kill him, he would do it himself and take his own life as his own. A congratulatory gift to Qin Ruwang.
In addition to this, he wrote.
"Maybe you can't remember, that was ten years ago, you asked me if I treated you well, just because you were the future king of Daxia, I didn't answer at that time, but now I can talk about it with you. You, not quite."
"I came to Daxia as the son of a god, and the priest told me before I left that Daxia has a magic star, and he will kill his brother, kill his father, kill his human relations, and set off a monstrous war, and the kingdom of witch gods will also will face extinction.”
"Because he is far away from Daxia, he can't figure out any more. After he orders me to enter the palace, he must figure out who this son is, and inform the lord of the matter. Beware of it as soon as possible to avoid misfortune."
"When I met you, I clearly sensed that you are the magic star in this fortune-telling. You will shine on Daxia, and you will destroy the Wushen Kingdom, and I will die because of you."
"At that time, I didn't have the heart to destroy the witch god, I should have eliminated you, but at that time, you were just a young child, your mother died, and you were alone in this big palace, so I couldn't deal with it no matter what. You start."
"For many years, I have been telling the priest that I could not find the magic star, and the priest sent the next son of God early, so that he could calculate the whereabouts of the magic star."
"Now your foundation is still shallow and you have not been able to fully control the power in the DPRK. Don't let the new son of the gods count as you are the devil star, and don't let him leak any rumors to the kingdom of God."
"May your great career come to an end."
"… "
Tears fell on Qin Ruwang's chin and onto the letter paper, smearing the handwriting, leaving deep black water marks.
After being silent for a long time, he suddenly laughed again and whispered over and over again.
"Magic Star..."
"Magic Star..."
He seemed to have lost all his strength, and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, staring at the bloodstains on the Son of God's mask for a long time.
As if possessed by a demon, he took off the blood-stained mask and put it on his chest, letting the blood cling to his heart.
If he is the calamity of the world, the devil star will come to the world.
That person is the calamity of his fate, the magic star that descends in his heart.
Both hate and love.
With his death, even his life seemed to be taken with him.
…
Decades later, Daxia ruled all countries and prospered. The world was full of Qinghaiyan, and the world was peaceful. Qin Ruwang was also praised by the world. He was the most wise and great generation of kings in Daxia.
But the only regret is that there is no one in his harem, and there is no heir. He has only adopted the descendants of his clan and cultivated him as the heir. Now he is getting sicker and has abdicated. Let the prince inherit his throne, and he will move He arrived at the palace where the Son of God lived.
After the son of God died, the palace was closed, and no one was allowed to live there. Only the palace staff came to clean it every day. In addition to handling government affairs, he would come here often to wipe the dust off the spiritual seat for the son of God.
This palace was originally cold and uninhabited for many years. It was almost equivalent to the cold palace, and it was very cold. The new emperor could not bear Qin Ruwang to live here, and wanted to ask him to move into the newly renovated palace, but Qin Ruwang refused.
He lives in that small side room, next to the room where the Son of God lives. All the furnishings are the same as before. Although they are not simple, they are completely inconsistent with his honored status today, but he still lives in it. , and do not let the palace staff move the things here.
The weather was suddenly cold that night, even though the palace servants had installed many stoves in the palace, Qin Ruwang still felt cold all over his body, his mind was dizzy, and he couldn't open his eyes.
Half-dreaming and half-awake, he seemed to hear many people walking around him. He also heard the anger of the new emperor. He was scolding the imperial physicians, saying that if he could not save the emperor, he would be buried with them all.
Qin Ruwang wanted to laugh a little. Although this child was not his own, he had a very good relationship with him. He passed on all his imperial skills to him without reservation, but in the end he was still younger, and he was always in trouble. I can't hold my breath.
He wanted to say a few more words to the new emperor, but he couldn't open his eyes, but at this moment, all the voices around him disappeared, and he seemed to hear the gentle whisper of the god child again. .
"What else do you wish for?"
Qin Ruwang suddenly recalled that many years ago, when he and the Son of God met for the last time before they were alive, the Son of God asked him what his long-cherished wish was. At that time, he did not answer, and it is too late to say it now.
"It doesn't matter, you just say it."
The familiar voice was still asking him, very similar to many years ago, which made Qin Ruwang burst into tears. He opened his mouth and tried his best to reveal his wish, but he didn't know if he had made it clear. , and I don't know if that person could hear it.
"My long-cherished wish in this life will never come true again."
"If I can live a new life, I only wish that my mother did not die early, and that the son of God is healthy. After I inherit the throne and pacify the world, travel with me... the world..."
When he said the last few words, he had no strength, and his soul returned to the dark.
Everything had nothing to do with him. When he completely lost consciousness, he thought he was dead, but the next moment, he suddenly felt energy all over his body, opened his eyes, but suddenly saw a person appearing in front of him. woman.
"Ruwang, are you okay?"
The young woman looked worried and caressed his face, which made him stunned for a while.
This was his mother when he was young.