Chapter 31 Guardian

"Are you serious? Can it be saved?" The night star raised its delicate face like a broken white glaze thin porcelain, and stared at Shura, with a color of eager hope on his face. Shura felt like the brightest sun shining on his face in summer and didn't know how to reply to the child. He is a person who doesn't care about anything and has no bottom line. But he just couldn't refuse the child and didn't want to see him depressed, as if hurting the child was the cruelest thing in the world.

Shura looked down at the child and smiled bitterly, like a faint sigh in the wind: "What should I do with you?" Then he also looked at the child. The two looked at each other and said, "I will try, but don't give too much hope. After all, the head has been cut off, which is irreversible damage!" I'm not sure of completely saving my life. If I can't do it well, people will become a walking corpse who can only act but can't think. Aren't you afraid?

Shura felt that he had said it very gently, but the moment when the child's eyes dimmed, his heart still hurt. He stroked the child's head and said gently, "Sometimes it's not good to bring the dead back to life. If they are brave and proud to die calmly, isn't it despheming their courage to forcibly call them back? The dead don't have to chase. The important thing is for the dead to rest in peace, and you, be strong alive..."

"But the person I would rather die is me... I can't protect anyone!" The child's deep voice is like the whisper of the wind.

The silence in the hall is terrible for a moment!

Shura only felt that the scene in front of him was transformed. When he returned to more than 300 years ago, he held his arms tightly in front of his chest and hid behind the big trees in the forest. His eyes were round and his eyes were round. He watched countless snowy blades raised and waved down, and the scarlet splashed. He saw that his favorite girl in the tribe was pressed under the violent Mengyang and Fanyang warriors. They tore her dress and pressed her body to prevent her from moving. The girl's slender white legs kicked hard, and immediately someone also pressed her legs. Her clothes were torn apart one by one, revealing her smooth chest and straight waist. The anxious man leaned over her and grabbed her hair and bit her blood-stained lips.

Shura, hiding behind the tree, saw the girl's eyes through the cracks of the men, like the brilliance of the first string moon that night, fierce and angry, but vulnerable.

Is that despair?

Shura is eager to hold a sword to kill all the warriors who broke into the forest, eager to see their blood come out, and long for the whole sky to be stained red. But that's just what he can think about. He is still young and extremely weak. The blood power of the sorcerer has not awakened, so he can only hide - he wants to live as the fire inherited by the sorcerer! His lips were bitten and bleeding by his own teeth, and the sweet smell fainted like poison from the tip of his tongue - and from that day on, he was obsessed with the smell of scarlet blood!

The girl suddenly stopped struggling, stopped shouting, and her eyes were open like dead! Only the men's gasps pierced into his ears like sharp knives through the perennial green forest gap in the dew forest! Under the light of the moon, the girl's eyes were empty and quiet as death, but the tears in the corners of her eyes were shining like stars.

Probably the warriors felt tired of it. A warrior with a red fruit pulled up the girl's dark and beautiful hair. The girl was like a soft doll, and her hanging body swayed like a wicker blown by the wind. Then the knife flashed, and the girl's red fruit body fell to the ground with a splash, her neck bursting with blood, and the girl's pure head was held in her hand by the warrior. Her beautiful eyes were still open, reflected on the starry sky that she could no longer see, and the tears flowing down her cheeks were forever engraved in the heart of the young Shura like scars! She died and died humiliatingly...

The massacre lasted for several days, and the founding emperors of the two dynasties were determined to let the magician tribe of more than 100 people perish, crushing 100,000 warriors to attack the forest. Although the magicians were very powerful, the continuous attack still caused heavy losses to the tribe, and the forest buried 100,000 warriors and almost all the magicians. After the forest returned to calm, Shura came out from behind the hidden tree and stepped on the body at almost every step. He saw the warrior cut into pieces by the spell, the magician who was full of swords, the cut off the head of his beloved girl, and the earth splashed dark red by blood... The whole sky was scarlet... He picked up the girl's beautiful head, helped her tidy up her messy hair, wiped the blood stains on her face, and then gently imprinted his lips on the girl's cold lips. At that moment, Shura just wanted to cry, just to cry until the world collapsed, and the stars fell...

"What's the use of crying?" A voice said faintly! Shura raised his head and saw the cold face of Mengfan God. The blood-stained figure stood in front of him like a god. The white robe that God often wore was stained dark red by blood - I don't know how many people she killed, 10,000? 20,000? Or more!

God looked down at him, looked at his foggy eyes, and said, "You can't protect anyone, me too!" We can only watch the tribe be destroyed! There is nothing I can do. In the future, I will no longer be the goddess of the magician, and the tribe will be destroyed! The magician no longer exists! How dark a man's lies are..." Saying that the dream god turned away, this god was as perfect and would make the woman who fought crazily for the king of the whole continent completely disappear into the dust of history.

Shura held the girl's head in his arms and shouted at the back of Mengfan God, "Please come back, God! If you abandon the identity of the sorcerer goddess, the sorcerer will really not exist! I would like to follow you to guard the forest of dew forever..."

God's figure stayed for a moment and only heard a sentence full of resentment coming through the strong smell of blood: "Would you like to follow me? Is this your promise? Then hold the whole world in your hands before saying this to me! Before that, I wouldn't believe what you said..." Then God really left like this!

"You can't protect anyone... You can't protect anyone... You can't protect anyone..." God's voice could not dissipate in his ear for a long time, lingering in his ear like the thickest fog. He looked at the girl's head in his arms and said in frustration, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you..."

It was also from that moment that he was determined to hold the world in his hand, hold the world's throat, make the whole earth tremble, and let the noble dream god know that he was not talking casually!

"You can't protect anyone... Is this your promise? Then hold the whole world in your hands before saying this to me! Before that, I wouldn't believe what you said..." The cold words were still clear after 300 years. Shura's hand was clenched into a fist, with a faint blue vein on the back of his hand. He gritted his teeth and said, "I will stand in the clouds and look at this lonely world!"

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Shura looked at this exquisite child, just like seeing himself, weak, sad and helpless! He needs a belief, a belief that supports him to grow up! A belief that unswervingly adheres to no matter the collapse of the world!

He held the child's shoulder and said seriously, "You can't protect anyone!" You just don't have the power to protect others for the time being! It is not useless for you to grow under the protection of others, but the moment everyone knows that your power awakens, the earth will tremble! They are willing to block arrows and guns for you, and even die for you, just because they know that sooner or later they will stand in the clouds and be proud of you sooner or later! And what you have to do is to live well under their protection, and then kill those who made you suffer at the moment when your power awakens, and avenge those who died for you, isn't it?

Shura's dark red eyes are extremely sincere. When he says these words, he doesn't have that smooth and delicate feeling, like the raindrops in summer. These words are the belief that has supported him to live for so many years! Otherwise, the high sword, pure head, scarlet all over the sky will appear in his sleep every day... Sooner or later, these will drive him crazy...

The child nodded slowly and his eyes lit up again! At least he knew that he would never be useless. The dragon disk was deep, and he didn't know that after years, he would fly to the sky and shake the mountains and rivers; if the universe is turned upside down, he will wear the sun, moon and stars on his shoulders and be immortal. This is also what those statues of protecting themselves see...

"I need time to grow up," the child said to himself, "I'm not useless, it's just that I haven't grown up yet!" When I stood in the clouds, the sky and the earth trembled, didn't they?"

Since then, this idea has been rooted in the hearts of General Beichen in the future. After becoming an emperor, he will really make the stars uneasy! Some people say that General Beichen is an indifferent and mean person by nature. Only Ye Xingchen himself understands that if he wants to protect the people he loves, he can only be cold and demonize himself. No matter how afraid he is, he must wear a mask to disguise himself as a strong and decisive person! If you are weak, even if you master any powerful power, you will be in vain.

Shura used dementor to clearly see this idea taking root in the child's mind. He smiled and said, "You are a child who has been blessed by the gods. Sooner or later, you will stand in the sky and look down at this lonely world! Isn't this how every great person grows up?

The child looked up and looked at Shura and said, "My mother also said that I would be above everyone, but I have never believed it. Now I know what kind of existence I am..." Shura clearly saw a white man through the child's pure coral red eyes. Jinpao, the perfect woman is looking at him coldly!

He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and the majesty of God has not changed 300 years later... It seems that the goddess has known his existence!

Shura laughed in a low voice, 'Can't I protect anyone? I will hold the world in my hands and welcome you back to the forest of dew. This is my promise!' These vows are extremely sacred and heavy in an instant. He smiled evilly and whispered, "It's just that many people are going to die, even more than 300 years ago than the people buried in the forest... But who cares?"