"Why don't you speak? Haven't you heard yet? Then I'll increase the pressure..."
"Dijiang! I'm going to kill you—"
no, do not want!
Tong Su squeezed out a sob from her throat: "Don't..."
Click.
A crisp crackling sound resounded in the dead silence of Zixiao Palace.
There was a loud bang in Chen Yao's head, and he turned around slowly, taking a closer look, and suddenly felt that he had fallen into an abyss, and he couldn't breathe!
The bow was shattered.
He suddenly lost all strength.
Never before had he heard the voice coming from his heart so clearly.
She is dying.
Atong is dying.
Atong will die for him.
He raised his head blankly, his face was wet, and when he reached out to touch it, a line of sticky moisture dripped from his eyes and down his cheeks.
Looking down, the liquid on his hand was bright red, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or tears flowing out of his eyes.
He turned around, his father and uncle were staring at him anxiously, Xihe had tears streaming down his face, Kunpeng was expressionless, Jiuying was so anxious that he opened his mouth to curse, the demon saint was angry, suspicious or hateful, and Jiutian Xuannu cried bitterly.
He remembered the day he first picked her up and took her to see Jiutian Xuannv to tie her hair. What Jiutian Xuannv said:
—No matter how strong you are, there are still things you can’t get.
No matter how strong he is, no matter how powerful he is, he is the most amazingly talented demon prince in the ancient world. No matter how powerful he is, he is a peerless genius who was born with the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal and can defeat Daluo Golden Immortal when combined.
He can't resist the way of heaven.
He could only watch helplessly as she died in Di Jiang's hands.
She had been a little girl who bumped into his lap.
He once accidentally turned into a little fat bird and was kept on her chest.
She once took him on an adventurous wandering and joined forces to fight Jumang in the Xuanyuan tribe.
He once tempted her to agree to his confession, she would be his natal magic weapon, and they agreed to be together forever.
However, she is dying.
Di Jiang wanted her to be used as a hostage, and he bumped into Di Jiang, but she didn't agree, so Di Jiang wanted to retaliate and kill her.
If she goes to the Witch Clan as a hostage, he will suffer;
If she doesn't go, she will die.
So…
Chen Yao opened his mouth, and he heard a strange voice coming out of his mouth, like a roaring vocal cord, making a hoarse and harsh voice with difficulty, which was extremely unpleasant to hear.
"I agree… "
Don't let her hear.
"Let her go to the demon clan..."
She said that his magnetic voice was pleasant, so don't let her hear this hoarse and unpleasant voice.
"You can let go..."
Compared to death.
It's better to leave him alone.
Go and suffer alone.
As soon as Di Jiang let go, the pressure dissipated, and the broken Tong Bow fell to the ground. He quickly stepped forward and held it in his arms.
Dying.
There is a terrible crack in Tong Gonggong's body. There is a lack of spiritual energy inside, and his consciousness is even more dying. He can no longer give him any response. It is more like a dying man, and all his sanity will soon dissipate.
Chen Yao slashed his wrist like a knife, cutting a deep wound, and golden-red blood surged out and seeped into the bow body.
The cracks slowly became smaller.
"A Tong..."
Chen Yao twitched the corner of his mouth and burst into laughter.
His laughter became louder and louder, and his hoarse voice was accompanied by a roaring laughter, which was so terrifying that it made people's hair stand on end. He raised his head, raised his hands high, and clicked on each person one by one.
Click on the witch clan who are gloating about their misfortune.
Clicked on the smiling Dijiang.
Click through the silent and indifferent way of heaven.
"I will remember you."
One, two, three...
Just wait for me!
One day -
I will step on the heads of your corpses and kill Atong.
Take it back.