Qin Hai looked coldly at Los and the Peerless Heavenly Maiden in front of him.
A wisp of killing intent was like a sword waiting to be sheathed, ready to drink blood.
The aura of Los was also not far behind, except that his gaze remained on Cologne, saying indifferently, “Cologne, betraying the gifts of the gods, are you ready to bear the wrath of the gods?”
“Ten years.” Cologne, showing casualness, continued to hold his gla*s, tasting the red wine, his face full of memories, “Unknowingly, it has been ten years.”
There was a languor, a decadence, and a wireless reminiscence.
At this moment, Cologne is like a gentleman bathed in dusk.
Qin Hai glanced at him.
No words were spoken.
Cologne said softly, “Mr. Qin, in your life, what is the most moving sound you have heard?”
Qin Hai raised his eyebrows.
But his thoughts went back to that sea, when Su Hanxia uttered the words I do.
Cologne gave an emotional laugh and said, “I thought the most moving sound in this world was her chanting in the forest, but then I felt that the most moving was the I do that she lay in my arms before she died, and as the years went by, I was never once as content as I was that time.”
“You are defiling the glory of God.” Los said grimly.
Cologne shook her head and said, “But it was that moment that was most sacred in my heart.”
“Death?”
Los said in a cold voice.
An imperceptible tremor appeared in Cologne’s hand, and it was clear that his insides were stirring at the moment.
Loneliness, isolation, the ache of sadness.
The repressed gloom kept spreading through his body like an ancient vampire, bloody and elegant.
Again and again he wakes from his dreams, again and again he is tortured.
No one can understand the loneliness and pain of losing the love of his life.
A tear of blood flowed from Cologne’s eyes, he was still smiling, with a flick of his wrist, the red wine gla*s went like a bloodstain, in an instant, Los let out a low cry, in front of him, a blue barrier took shape in an instant, as the red wine gla*s shattered, the spattered red wine tumbled down in the air, transforming into a huge bloody beast, the harsh screams with a desperate dark loneliness, constantly pressing against the blue barrier.
“I will have your life!”
Cologne roared.
Like an erupting volcano.
He abandoned his so-called elegance and was like a blood-soaked demon god, with an endless fierceness and bloodlust on his face.
Like the colour of blood.
He rushed forward, his five fingers turning into sharp claws as he kept tearing at the blue barrier.
Los had a stony look on his face.
As a genius of the Gods’ clan, Cologne still dared him not to underestimate him even though he had given up the bloodline of the Gods.
The white robed Peerless Heavenly Maiden waved her hands continuously, a silver butterfly flying out from her fingertips, but before she could get close to Cologne, Qin Hai had already appeared in front of her, holding the Taiji Diagram in his hand, an eerie light emanating continuously, and the Yin and Yang twin fish was also slowly turning, only pushing forward, and the silver butterflies withered away.
The expression of the Peerless Heavenly Maiden did not fluctuate in any way, her body swept backwards, obviously, she had been training her shortcomings all this time recently.
Qin Hai said in a cold voice, “Peerless Heavenly Maiden, since you have chosen to come here, I am afraid you are still afraid, right?”
A silver light flashed in Lin Ru Ling’s eyes.
She did not speak.
At this moment in her mind, Qin Hai had already faded away like a pa*ser-by, and in the course of time, I was afraid that he would become a stranger in general, and it was because of forgetfulness, forgetting all the bonds of red dust, that her spirit could grow infinitely.
Qin Hai pulled out a fanged dagger.
He wore a cold and solemn killing intent on his face.
It was certain that he would kill Lin Ru Ling whenever he found the opportunity.
But Lin Ruling would definitely not give him the chance either, only to see the woman’s hands continuously drawing out an arcane trajectory, while the whole hall seemed to be trembling slightly, Zhao Chen Chen on the side had already fainted to death, Qin Hai took a look at it, and his body’s true qi continuously poured into the taiji diagram.
But it was at this time.
Lin Ru Ling in front of him suddenly transformed into three, followed by three into nine.
Nine Lin Ru Ling surrounded him in the middle. Qin Hai licked his lips and threw his fang dagger at a Lin Ru Ling to his left, but the dagger pa*sed through the Lin Ru Ling’s body like a layer of mist and then disappeared into the wall behind him.
“Come on.”
Qin Hai laughed coldly.
Nine Lin Ru Ling started at the same time.
One by one, silver butterflies pressed in like a sudden rain from the sky. The murderous, resentful aura on Qin Hai’s body continued to roll over, like hot lava, and the butterflies dissipated as they approached, while the bloody resentful aura slowly filled Qin Hai’s body, and layers of scaly armour appeared.
The two sides were fighting to the death.
And at that moment.
Just before in the shadowy hall.
With a piece of pig’s foot in his mouth, a gla*s of red wine in one hand and a pipe in the other, gnawing on the pig’s foot and smoking a cigarette, Bai Jie was sitting on a bench, a mad look in his eyes constantly flickering, looking at the group of people in front of him, he grinned, a strange smile constantly emanating, he beckoned, and soon the girl whom Qin Hai had saved once before came forward cautiously.
“Ohhhhhh, what a delicate and lovely child.” White Jedi’s oil-stained hand stroked through the little girl’s hair and said, “Tell uncle, where is your dear father?”
“I don’t know.”
The girl responded timidly.
The White Jedi’s face instantly fell, “You’re not cute.”
Said the man.
He crushed the girl’s neck.
Looking at the girl’s dead and miserable state, he blinked and then poured the red wine in his hand over her face, knowing that the blood and flesh was gone before he hemmed and hawed, “That’s how you look dead!”
Clapping his hands.
He swept a glance at the group of people in front of him.
At this moment, these people were shivering under Bai Jie’s gaze, far from the calmness they had when facing Qin Hai and Cologne.
Bai Jie bared his teeth and smiled.
Smothering another puff of his pipe, he took the microphone handed to him by Qi Lang and said pa*sionately, “Ladies and gentlemen, my childhood companions! This is destined to be a great speech, and I came here for what I came here for, by the way.”
With that, he looked over at Ziro.
Zhiro made a motion to wipe his neck.
Bai Jie’s eyes instantly lit up and he exclaimed, “Cheer for me! The purpose of my coming is to represent the moon and destroy you!”
As he finished speaking.
A cry of astonishment came out from the crowd.
They crouched down, each one scared to death.
And that was the time.
A cold voice suddenly rang out from behind him, “Bai Jie, your cell, I have been sending someone to clean it for you.”
“Ah!”
Bai Jie instantly laughed and said, “An obnoxious voice.”
With that, he pulled out a gun and turned around to shoot, only the next instant he turned around, the gun in his hand had already fallen into the other party’s hands.
