They boasted that you were the Immortal Emperor, which made me laugh to death. 7.23
Han Jingbai didn't care, he would take it regardless of whether he gave it to him or not.
Seeing his smile, Mo Zhiyang swallowed and felt that something was wrong.
Mo Qian Sheng didn't know what was going on, so he climbed up the cliff and rushed home, at least to know what happened.
But before he got home, when he saw the outside of the city from a distance, he was enveloped by a black air. Mo Gansheng stood there in shock, "This? What's going on?"
He took out his sword and flew up high. When he looked down, he realized that the prosperous old city had now become a prison.
Looking down from a high place, the black mist shrouded the place, and the shadows were white bones. There were white bones everywhere, and no living thing could be seen. Even the surrounding vegetation began to suffer.
"Is it really true?" Mo Qian Sheng clenched his hands into fists. He thought they were deceiving him, but he didn't expect it to be true.
Is my father really colluding with monsters?
Mo Gansheng lowered his eyelids, took a deep breath, wielded his sword, and plunged into the black mist.
Seeing a person breaking through the black fog from a distance, Mo Zhiyang wanted to go over, but was pulled back and turned around in confusion, "What's wrong? Don't you go and take a look?"
"Do you know what that is?" Han Jingbai pulled the person back into his arms, "There are people who want to practice evil ways with the lives of a city to fight against me."
"Fight you?" Mo Zhiyang subconsciously grabbed his hand, "What's going on?" He was somewhat aware of the seriousness of this matter.
Looking not far away, Han Jingbai rarely showed a troubled expression. "There used to be people who tried to shake the Three Realms. I spent a lot of energy to lock them in the Demon Suppressing Spring."
Every thousand years, Han Jingbai has to go back and tighten the seal, otherwise they will break out again.
"No, let's go in and have a look?" He didn't know what was going to happen next, so he was worried about Han Jingbai going alone.
The two people broke into the black mist against the wind, and the thick mist instantly surrounded them.
Only when he stepped into the city did Mo Zhiyang realize what cruelty meant. There were bones everywhere in the thick fog, and he had to be careful where he stepped, otherwise he would step on bones.
There were no living creatures, large or small, and the air was still full of stench. Mo Zhiyang covered his nose and walked through the long street, following his memory to the front of Mo's house.
"Things are different and people are different." Mo Zhiyang was about to step onto the steps but didn't stop.
"Yang Yang, please go back first. Just leave this place to me." Han Jingbai pulled him and spoke sincerely.
Mo Zhiyang looked at the door and then at Han Jingbai, feeling worried. "Are you sure? If not, I would rather live and die together."
"I am the Lord of the Three Realms, so there is nothing wrong with me. I'm just afraid that you might get emotional because of the situation." Han Jingbai held his hand instead. Apart from being cowardly in front of Yang Yang, he had never been embarrassed in front of anyone else.
Mo Zhiyang was relieved, "Then be careful." He pulled back his hand and planned to go, but suddenly remembered something, "If you see Ah Zhu, you must protect her."
Han Jingbai smiled but did not answer. After watching him leave, he used his immortal power to open the door of Mo Mansion with murderous intent.
After ruling the Three Realms for a long time, many people have forgotten how the Immortal Emperor became the Lord of the Three Realms in the first place.
Back in the immortal world, Mo Zhiyang sat on the threshold of the house, leaning his head against the door frame, waiting for him to come back. "I'm a little worried." He was still holding the small red rope jade pendant tightly in his hand.
"If it's your man, there's no need." The system spoke with him.
Mo Zhiyang lowered his head and looked at the small jade pendant. "I know Han Jingbai, but Ah Zhu, how is Ah Zhu doing? What should I do if it affects her?"
The evil spirits in the mansion originally wanted to rely on the terrain to fight against Han Jingbai, but they didn't know that he knew this place well.
Han Jingbai didn't take him seriously as this hadn't become a problem yet, the reason why he let Yangyang leave was just to make it easier to deal with the Mo family.
The Mo family will only consume Yang Yang's merit and leave no one behind.
In the dilapidated boudoir, a cute-looking girl huddled in the corner between the closet and the wall, looking at the approaching man with a horrified expression, her trembling lips kept shouting, "Ah Yang, Ah Yang!"
Mo Zhiyang sat on the threshold and sighed softly. Perhaps the sigh was too heavy and actually blew the jade pendant on the red string into powder.
"This?" The system was startled.
Looking blankly at the white powder on his hand, Mo Zhiyang murmured, "She's dead."
"Han Jing killed her for nothing!" After the system blurted out, it noticed the host's emotions and suddenly choked.
Here, Han Jingbai hurriedly settled the matters in Mo Mansion and rushed back without stopping. He saw Yang Yang sitting on the threshold, "Little disciple, why are you sitting here? Were you worried about master?"
Mo Zhiyang raised his head and looked at the person walking over. A picture flashed through his mind: The gleaming long sword cut the girl's throat. He stood up suddenly, turned around and entered the house.
Such a reaction was wrong. Han Jingbai quickly chased after him. "But do you think it's too late for Master to come?" He smiled and grabbed his little disciple's wrist.
"You killed her." Mo Zhiyang didn't want to struggle, but the hand he held tightly still held the red rope given by Ah Zhu.
Han Jingbai was stunned, thinking that he had done it neatly, how did Yang Yang find out, "I... I just killed her by mistake."
With his back turned to him, Mo Zhiyang lowered his eyelids, "I understand." But without much emotion, he broke away from his hand and continued walking beside the bed.
The system was horrified. In so many years, it had only seen the host get really angry once, but that time it was really a disaster.
"Yang Yang, I really just made a mistake." Han Jingbai still wanted to explain.
Mo Zhiyang walked halfway and when he heard his words, he dropped the vase on his side to the ground.
Han Jingbai, who originally wanted to go with him, was attracted by it.
Porcelain stopped in his tracks and stopped in place, "Yang Yang."
"Master." Mo Zhiyang suddenly turned his head and looked directly at him, "Did you really kill Ah Zhu by mistake?"
Han Jingbai subconsciously bit his lower lip and said, "Yes." Without any hesitation.
Even though he knew this would be the case, he was still reluctant to ask. Mo Zhiyang nodded, "I need to calm down, can you go out first?"
For a moment, Han Jingbai felt guilty. He had never seen Yang Yang like this before. After much hesitation, he decided to go out and wait. He closed the door and stood at the door.
Two days a day, and on the seventh day, Han Jingbai couldn't wait any longer. When he opened the door, he found that the room was already empty. "Damn it!" He turned around and ran out of the hall.
In the noisy and bustling street, at the corner of Chang'an Street, there is a small tea stall. The owner of the tea stall is a cute-looking young man. Pedestrians drink tea without charging money. The stall owner said that he must accumulate virtue for one person.
"Your tea!" Mo Zhiyang served the newly brewed jasmine tea to passers-by. As he turned to add water, he saw a familiar figure not far away.
Mo Zhiyang's hand holding the teapot shook.
"Yang Yang." Han Jingbai walked over slowly and stood in front of him.
At this time, the pedestrians seemed to be frozen, and even the dragonflies that touched the water were suspended in the water.
"Want to drink tea?" Mo Zhiyang smiled and turned around to add water.
Han Jingbai saw that he was about to leave again and refused to let him escape again, "I really just killed her by mistake."
With the anger accumulated over the years, Mo Zhiyang smashed the kettle on the ground with a clang, and the hot water splashed all over the floor, "I know you too well."
It was precisely because of his understanding that Mo Zhiyang knew that he had always cared about the existence of Ah Zhu and Mo Qian Sheng. Because he was jealous and wanted to monopolize them, his excuse for failure was too poor.
This world can't accept it, maybe it will be better next time.
"I have received very little good things in my life, so I cherish them. If you want me to sacrifice my life for you, I won't frown, because I love you, but..." Mo Zhiyang didn't know how to face him. Every time he saw him, he thought of Ah Zhu.
That person who has no distracting thoughts and no purpose and is good to himself has nothing to do with love, but friendship and family affection. "That's it."
"Can I hug you again?" Han Jingbai opened his hands and swallowed every word like a knife.
Mo Zhiyang nodded, walked towards him, opened his arms and hugged him, took a deep breath and finally coveted his taste, telling himself that this was the last time.
"Listen to me." Han Jingbai suddenly trapped the person in his arms and murmured in his ear, "System, clear the cache of this plane and the host's memory."
"Ding dong, start clearing."
"Huh?" Mo Zhiyang's pupils suddenly dilated, as if a piece of his brain had been taken away. He struggled violently, tried his best to self-destruct.
But Han Jingbai still held the person firmly in his arms. "Yangyang, I won't dare if I make a mistake. Let's start over. Forgive me."
As he whispered, the person in his arms slowly turned into a beam of light and flew into the sky. Han Jingbai flew after him, tearing through the void, and left with him.
The temperature in the morgue was very low, but Han Jingbai felt nothing, and his memory came back.
Looking at the young man lying on the bed, "I still couldn't protect you." He took his hand and said, "I will definitely save you."
Climbing onto the bed, he hugged the young man who had lost all vital signs into his arms. The two of them were chest to chest, and thousands of white rays of light poured out from Han Jingbai's chest.
He entangled Mo Zhiyang in an attempt to save something.
A minute passed, but there was still no movement. Instead, Han Jingbai's body began to weaken. As the white light dispersed more and more, his body became weaker and weaker.
'Ding, the remaining energy is less than 10%, please replenish it in time, please.'
Han Jingbai insisted on going his own way, until his lips became whiter and whiter, and his body became more and more transparent, then he accepted the fact that he could not be saved, "Yangyang, wait for me, I will protect you."
'Tip, insufficient energy to enter the plane, data error.
Regardless of the system prompts, Han Jingbai insisted on going his own way and threw himself into the next plane.