God of Death's First Love [MTL]

Ch 41

Chapter 41

Who cared about her pain?

The questioning sound spread to all directions with the power of the man in black, and the indignant crowd below suddenly became quiet, subconsciously looking at her on the high platform.

But because she had offered too much essence and blood, her vision turned black and she fell down.

The god only hesitated for a moment before returning to his usual indifference. Although Jiang Qi broke through several of his protective shields, he obviously knew that after being integrated into her essence and blood, the formation had become a part of her. If it was broken by force, she would be the first to be injured.

No matter how angry he is, no matter how much trouble he makes, the result will never change again -

"She will fulfill the duties of the God of Destiny, and as the God of Divination said, she will become the source of the aura of heaven and earth, and be integrated with the magic circle, forever. Imprisoned here." The God said calmly, "Accordingly, I will dilute the spiritual energy in all realms except the heaven, try to slow down the release of spiritual energy, and alleviate her pain." Although he also believed that only one god could achieve the ultimate in spiritual energy

. There is no constant supply, but the astrology shows that this is a turning point and there will be no mistake.

"Oh, it's a creature from the three realms again." His face under the hood has turned a bit pale. It is obvious that he has been exhausted in the fight with the gods, but it is still like a black barrier, hanging in the sky in front of her, blocking the desires of the gods. Everything she did to her, "What do the creatures of the three realms have to do with me? I only know that you lied to her for your own righteousness." "It's just a

slight modification of the situation in the three realms and a rewording of the words." The god was indifferent.

"Hypocrite... If she sees you like this, I don't know how disappointed she will be."

He was so angry that he clenched his palms, and it took a lot of effort to temporarily endure the murderous intention. He turned his head and landed on the high platform where she was, about to faint. He helped her up and leaned in his arms, giving her some strength.

She tried her best to open her watery eyes, caressed the only exposed side of his snow-white face, tilted her head and fell on his chest, "Chess...I..."

After that, there was no sound again. There was no chance to say the rest of the sentence.

His body trembled and he pressed her tightly, only to find that she was gradually becoming cold like a lifeless object.

She would never call his name again, never spend boring time with him again, and never open her eyes again.

The murderous aura that filled his body gradually solidified into a black, extremely destructive aura. It was as if something was awakening.

The god of heaven ordered the crowd to encircle and suppress him, but he turned a blind eye and still held her, his whole body cold, and he stood there as if he was lost in thought.

"These people... just for these people..."

"God, you are so unfair."

At this point, the God could no longer bear it and swept out his palm.

He blocked all attacks with his body, and received a palm from the god. He was at the end of his strength. After all, as a nameless god, he was able to persist for so long under the siege of everyone, which was unprecedented.

He burned out all his divine power and his body gradually became transparent. He was risking his soul to remove her from the formation.

"Madman." God looked at his actions with cold eyes, "She is like this, and it is meaningless how you try to save her." The

sharp snowy light in his eyes dimmed, and gradually became unfocused, as if the whole person was lost. Color.

Heaven is unfair... Heaven is unfair...

He raised his hand in despair, and a crescent sickle formed in his palm.

"Don't you care about these creatures?"

"How much blood you let her shed for these people... I will get back a hundred times from them."

This sentence was cold and solemn.

In this battle, the sky is dark and the earth is dark.

Under the blood-mist moon, an unprecedented black power arose between the sky and the earth. The blood river on the ground gave birth to bewitching manzhu and sandhua, and white bones could be seen everywhere.

In this battle, all living creatures learned what fear was and what death was.

The world composed of thousands of avenues has an extra dimension called death. The power of the way of death belongs to this man who is filled with murderous violence and has given up on life and death.

Jiang Qi's name was erased in the smoke of history. Except for the gods, there is no one alive who knows this name.

"chess......"

As he murmured, the surrounding scene changed, and finally turned back into the black palace of the God of Death.

All the memories just now seemed to last only a moment. Death was still holding her shoulders, but her mood had changed thousands of times.

Ye Qing closed her eyes to hide the pain in her eyes.

She was deceived by the gods and sacrificed her divine blood to thousands of living beings. Her divine body merged with the spirit gathering array and became an object, permanently imprisoned on a high platform.

He risked his life to save her, and when he was about to dissipate, he awakened the power of death to protect her body.

Not only him, but even the gods probably didn't take it into account. When they were fighting until the sun and the moon were dim, she opened her cold eyes, silently using the power of fate, betting on her life, and betting on a slim chance of survival.

Even gods cannot escape fate.

No one knew that her soul escaped from the chaos and fell into the lower world. It's a pity that most of the memories are left in the divine body. When she was reincarnated in the lower world, she only remembered Jiang Qi and forgot everything else.

Perhaps she subconsciously wanted to repay him. Every time she met some mortals who had his shadow, she would leave an extra kindness. It wasn't until her ninth life that she married the young emperor. After just one glimpse of him, she decided to follow him to the end.

Did she die for him in repayment, or did she fall in love with him and be willing to do so?

She was a little dazed, and subconsciously took a step back, leaning gently into the arms of the God of Death, absorbing the warmth for a moment.

When he met her, he didn't know that she was the God of Destiny, and he obviously lost his memory of that time. After awakening the power of death, she didn't know who would win between him and the gods; she didn't know how he lost his memory and entered reincarnation.

Their meeting in reincarnation seemed to be the guidance of fate. The power of fate she exerts silently is truly mysterious.

"What did you do?" The God of Death just lowered his eyes and looked at her without pushing away.

Now, the look in his eyes when he looked at her lacked the passion of the past, and was cold and unfamiliar, as if just to satisfy his desire to explore, he temporarily ignored her rude behavior just now.

Ye Qing regained her composure and withdrew from his arms without leaving a trace: "I was immersed in my thoughts and couldn't come back to my senses for a moment. Since Lord Death allows me to walk around, I shouldn't be held responsible for breaking into the palace."

The God of Death was silent, but he lightly rubbed the palm that was close to hers, and there was still a trace of her warmth there.

He had already expected her alienation.

But he couldn't express his desire. Firstly, he was afraid of scaring her, and secondly, it would arouse the gods' suspicion of her and put her in danger.

"I keep my word." He raised his hand and waved away the men in the dark.

"This God of Destiny...is he just lucky, or is he doing this on purpose?" In the dark, several men in black were confused.

"She had made up her mind and knew that Your Majesty would not go back on his words, so she deliberately slapped Him." The God of the Undead whispered in a deep voice.

"What is the purpose of her coming here?"

"She is from the camp of gods. What is her purpose? Isn't it obvious?" The evil god sneered, "The god of death relies on his absolute strength, so he doesn't let her See it in her eyes - I think even this is part of her plan."

"This woman cannot be kept." The God of the Undead said.

"The power of destiny has a strange and changeable flavor. She is the biggest variable in this battle. No wonder God tried his best to keep her." The evil god stared at her back closely, "But I'm afraid she is not So easy to kill."

"If you and I join forces, we still can't kill him?" The undead god was a little surprised.

"This woman has a treacherous mind. Since she knows the personality of the God of Death so well, she must have made complete preparations before coming. This is one." The evil god said, "Second, her destiny power is the most special divine power, which can reverse the situation. Destiny will not die easily."

"Thirdly, have you forgotten that she can take the palm of death alive? Just imagine, even if we work together, we can take it safely?" At

this point, beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the undead god: "So, under the God of Death, she has no rival..."

And when it comes to the power of fate... not only the God of Death, but even the gods... may be played by fate.

After a period of silence, the two gods tacitly agreed not to care about fate.

However, there are also those who do not believe in fate and want to disobey it.

The God of Death arranged Ye Qing in a side hall, deliberately leaking the news that the God of Destiny was arrested and revealed military information, in order to lower the morale of the God of Destiny.

There was a man in black who was not convinced and quietly changed the tea in her room.

Ye Qingping calmed down and pretended to be banned by the God of Death. He stayed in the side hall all day long, writing and drawing on paper.

She wants to rebel.

The god used her pity to plot against her and almost killed Jiang Qi... It was a pity that she understood it too late and did not treat him well.

After many reincarnations to make up for it, her whole heart was devoted to him, but it was a pity that neither of them could remember the past.

Now that she has remembered, she must take responsibility and avenge them.

"First there is life, then death, and then the way of heaven is complete... This is also the inevitable destiny for the evolution of the way of heaven and earth."

Looking back on history, she murmured to herself and realized a lot.

Everything is arranged by fate, and every god who awakens his power can only act on the path he represents.

God is responsible for life, God is responsible for death, and she is responsible for fate. Their position had been decided from the beginning.

She drew the spirit mountain where the spirit gathering array was located on the paper, then put a cross on it, and thought about the god's plan.

Could it be that the god of heaven doesn't know the principle of life and death in the great road, but wants to destroy the god of death... What is his motive?

Once the God of Death is destroyed, the gods will no longer have any rivals to control the world, but the Avenue of Death will not be destroyed, and a new God of Death will inevitably be born... Could it be that he wants a puppet Death to control the two paths of life and death?

As long as you hold life and death in hand, and then control her... there will be no variables in the world, no change in destiny, the direction of everything in the world will become a script written by the gods at will, and he will become the master of the world and determine everything.

She was secretly frightened, looking at the drawing paper covered with writing, her hand unconsciously touched the cold tea cup.

"Strange..."

Death's hospitality does not seem to be as terrifying as the legend says. Every time the tea served by the attendant is just warm enough to be tasted.

And if this just-in-time procedure was interrupted by something, Jean put the tea cup aside and let it cool down a bit...

She picked up the cup of ice-cold tea and sprinkled it on the black potted plant beside her.

Half of the dark-brown plant seemed to have been burned, and the parts that came into contact with the tea immediately withered away.

With the Death God's ability, even if he wanted to deal with her, there was no need to resort to backstabbing. With his temper, it is even less possible for him to instruct others to do this.

The forces in hell are intricately composed, and I don't know which person is unable to restrain himself and wants to touch her.

It's a pity that he also lost his memory. Even if she went to him to tell him everything, I'm afraid he wouldn't believe her, a suspicious person from the god camp.

"Cough, cough!" She covered her mouth and coughed hard several times, tilted her body, fell to the ground, and closed her eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but maybe someone in the dark heard her coughing, and there were footsteps slowly approaching.

"As expected of the God of Medicine, even the God of Destiny will fall obediently if he gets drunk from this bottle." The visitor said to himself, quite proudly.

He bent down to check her eyelids, and the hand she "happened" to touch had already touched the blade in her arms. Just as she was about to use the knife, a drop of hot blood spilled on the back of her hand.

Ye Qing was startled, immediately relaxed his body, and closed his eyes tightly.

"Death..."

Before he could say the next words, Hei Yi was wiped by the black sickle on his neck.

The God of Death crushed his body into powder, then turned and walked towards her again.

Ye Qing's heart was in her throat.

He killed the man in black because he disobeyed his orders and acted without permission. And when he faced her who had "taken poison by mistake", even if he couldn't find the murderous intention, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't force her to reveal some secrets. ...

Just as she was thinking wildly, she felt the blood drops on the back of her hand being gently wiped away, and the God of Death lifted her body up with one hand instead of using divine power.

Without saying a word, he carried her to the bed.