Museum of Demons

Gonggong, the true and only **** of water.

The pupils of the figure holding the umbrella shrank, almost completely unable to understand what he was seeing, the slender and tall god’s mouth had a slight smile on his mouth, and then, the person holding the umbrella spent a full thousand years, or even longer, preparing for it. Things gradually broke free of His control.

The huge rain clouds that had enveloped the entire Jiangnan Road slowly stopped.

Then, Zhang Ruosu, the Master Zhang in Longhushan, got the changes that had taken place in Jiangnan Road.

"The rain stopped."

There was a suppressed vibration in the voices of the disciples.

There was even a natural sense of fear in that tone of power that he didn't understand.

Because the rain is not the action of stopping raining, but just stays in the air for a long time, no longer falling, round water drops floating in the whole Jiangnan, the hustle and bustle of the rainstorm turns into a dead silence. At that moment, it feels like time has stopped.

Zhang Ruosu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Such a powerful control force was indeed the one.

He asked all his disciples to evacuate from Jiangnan Road.

Only a while later, news came from the Shangqing Sect of the Qibu Yushu Daomen Sect.

"Zhang Ruosu, are you crazy?!"

"At this time, we are evacuating from Jiangnan Road. Could it be said that the monks in Longhushan are all cowards who are greedy for life and fear of death?! You want to evacuate yourself. Why do you order all the monks to leave?! What about Jiangnan Road... …"

Lin Shouyi's voice was suppressed with anger.

Zhang Ruosu moved the phone 30 centimeters away from his ears.

When the old friend over there scolded and said he had admitted to you wrong, and was almost exhausted, he said slowly: "The Jiangnan Road problem, someone has to deal with it."

Lin Shouyi was furious: "Who?! Tell me, who is so bold and so bold, the old way must be killed by a sky of thunder!"

"Co-workers."

"..."

After a moment of silence on the other side, there was a messy sound. I don't know whether it was knocking over the table or knocking over the water glass. In short, it was a sound of jumping, and finally hung up directly, turning into a kind of mess. Busy tone.

Zhang Ruosu shook his robe, raised his head slightly, exhaled, and murmured:

"I see……"

"It's really cool."

……………………

At this moment, above the Jiangnan Road battlefield.

At the moment when Gonggong appeared, the fight turned into a crushing game.

The person holding the umbrella flew back in embarrassment, half of his arm cuffs almost cracked and turned into a butterfly. The thousand-year plan collapsed almost instantaneously. He gritted his teeth and felt mixed in his heart, but on the whole, there was almost more resentment than The fear of death.

Why? !

This is totally unreasonable!

Why is there a co-working? !

Why are the communist unions here!

It is as if every move of the opponent is under control when playing chess.

As a result, the directly opposite referee came on the field.

What else is there to play with?

You can't even lift the table.

After all, if you don't talk about flipping the table, the opposite is the Patriarch who flipped the table.

That was the one who lifted the table directly after his temper, and almost brought the gods of mountains and seas, and the hundreds of people in the world to stop playing together.

He tried his best to resist, but the water veins that had been painstakingly prepared for thousands of years seemed to have his own soul and thinking, directly breaking free from his control, and in turn attacking him constantly. As the master of the water veins, co-working does not need to take action. , Has already let him go directly to the desperate situation.

He stepped on a wrong step, staggered, and fell back.

Countless currents rushed to the sky and surrounded him. At that moment, there was almost a sense of suffocation of being thrown into the deep sea and surrounded by endless currents.

He can hardly tell whether this is the human world or the water.

That kind of despair and suffocation made him look in a trance, his eyes widened, and a piece of memory that he didn't want to recall appeared before his eyes——

"You are a chosen saint to become the bride of the water god..."

"A good thing, a good thing."

Was put on the best clothes and ate delicious food.

Then was sent to the high platform.

In the past, the respected elders, even their parents, had an extremely pious look on their faces, only letting him feel the coldness of his hands and feet, and then he was pushed into the water. Countless people cheered for it and felt that the disaster would be resolved.

But no one asked, not even her parents asked her that question.

The light disappeared in a flash.

Fall into the deep sea.

When she was about to die from suffocation, she saw the most magnificent and sacred existence...

What I heard at the time came again in my ears.

………………

The memory is always fuzzy.

The figure holding the umbrella seemed to be awake, panting abruptly, and his eyes regained focus, but this time his body could no longer move, a sword was placed on her neck, and the blade was cold and cold. There was a kind of evil spirit that even the gods would feel terrifying.

Wei Yuan looked plain and stood behind her.

A crack appeared on the quaint oil-paper umbrella.

The fettered yellow turban warrior also returned to heaven and earth.

Cutting off the umbrella surface of the umbrella is like cutting off some kind of restraint or concealment.

Wei Yuan saw the true face of this figure.

It was a woman with a dignified eyebrow, but after the rift appeared in the umbrella, the divinity that had been sensed before became weaker and weaker. Another breath appeared, something like a ghost, and the gods of water worked together at this moment. No longer shot, looking at this woman, surprise appeared in her eyes.

Then the corners of the mouth raised slightly, and finally seemed to see something interesting. The surprised smile on the ribbon grew bigger and bigger, and finally couldn't help laughing:

"That's it! That's it!"

"You are not Him, just a soul that is connected to Him."

"It looks like you have spent more than a thousand years trying to wake him up?"

"Hahahaha... ridiculous ridiculous!"

The water god’s eyes were constricted, and the eyes that seemed at least gentle at this moment showed a trace of teasing and mocking. I just don’t know who the teasing and mocking are aimed at, or just seeing something that makes people feel ridiculous. The most extreme thing, He smiled and said:

"Look at you, it's the human tribe's living sacrifice to the gods. You still have traces of the rope left on your wrist. That is to say, you have hated those who pushed you into the water as a sacrifice until now. People of good taste."

"And now, you are doing things that treat other people as sacrifices."

"Did He save you in the first place?"

"Then he must have never imagined that there is still today."

Wei Yuan guessed the truth of the matter.

The water **** sneered and said:

"Wei Yuan, this is the mistake that humans keep repeating. The traitor saved her from the sacrifices of the other river gods, but now she is going to sacrifice these cities for the traitor. I said that five thousand years are short. Because of this, it’s like a circle that humans always repeat."

"Repeating resentment, repetition becomes the kind of person who is resented."

"Never know mistakes, never know how to repent."

Wei Yuan looked at the woman holding an umbrella who was subdued.

The latter gritted his teeth and said, "It's my own will. This matter has nothing to do with God."

"Of course it has nothing to do. He is already weak enough to sleep."

Gonggong sneered and said: "But you want him to recover. This is your wish."

"No need to say that you are different from the people before."

"Wish is obsession and desire."

Standing with his hands in his hands, the **** of water said plainly:

"People in the past sacrificed you alive for their own desires."

"And now, you also want to sacrifice the city for your own desires."

"In my opinion, it makes no difference."

The doubts in Wei Yuan's heart grew bigger and bigger. He finally realized that there had been a huge deviation in some of his previous perceptions, just like during the previous dispute with the Communist Party workers. He slowly said: " Gong... Who is the traitor in your mouth?"

Gonggong lowered his head and looked at the increasingly turbulent river.

"Want to know?"

Suddenly, the school buses that were rescued fell into the river again.

Wei Yuan's pupils shrank and he was about to shoot again.

At this time, the turbulent river suddenly became smooth, and waves surged like blooming flowers on the water stream, catching the vehicles that were almost about to fall into the river, and then leveling off. Put it on the land on one side.

No one was injured.

This is not Wei Yuan's shot, let alone co-working.

A faint breath recovered.

Wei Yuan looked at the river that seemed to have regained consciousness. The woman holding the umbrella under his control gritted her teeth. After a long absence, she finally remembered again at this time, when she was used as a living sacrifice to sacrifice to the **** of the river. What I saw, what I heard in that magnificent scene.

At that time, powerful gods wandered in the water ~www.wuxiahere.com~ to catch the abandoned child.

Then he said: "You are crying..."

He asked quietly what no one asked her:

"Want to live?"

At this moment, the expression on Gong Gong's face faded, his eyes became indifferent, and he said:

"Sure enough, it hasn't changed at all."

He said: "Betrayed the gods, abandoned the mountains and seas, and chose to stay in the world and live with mankind, the **** of water, a traitor to the gods."

"Tianwu."

PS: The first one today............ Two thousand eight hundred words.

The buffer chapter, the number of words is slightly less, and the positions of Gong Gong and human beings are different, and the traitors in his mouth are naturally from the perspective of the gods.

After waking up in the morning, I found the next room was decorating, and my smoking palm was shaking slightly.