squeak--

The Buddha's sword was angry with the immortal and scratched a deep sword mark on the ground.

Moon Palace Slave was trembling all over, not from cold, but from anger.

The giant sword, which was so heavy that it was difficult to push it down with both hands, was now lifted up by her with all her strength!

"Injury to Nanting..."

The Moon Palace slave shook his head in confusion, his face covered with frost.

She couldn't imagine if the Dai'er in the corridor at that time was not Dao Qiongang, but really Dai'er...

She couldn't even imagine that if she was not a Moon Palace slave, A Li's sister, or the daughter of the Han Palace Holy Emperor, but just a sinner who was even half a class mediocre in comparison...

She never thinks about the world with the greatest malice.

But after being in cold prison for thirty years, she thought she had seen all the warmth and coldness of human nature, but now her eyes were opened again.

"Injury to Nanting!"

Slave Yue Gong gritted his teeth, held the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword, and walked step by step to Yue Gong Ji who had shrunk into the corner and could not escape, "You are here for Ah Si! You are here for Ah Si!"

"Slave Yue Gong, you can't kill me!"

"I am the order of the Soul Guarding Palace. Do you want to collude with foreign tribes and kill the elders of the tribe... Moon Palace Slave! Wake up!"

"..."

"Miss! Miss slave!"

"Let me go, miss. This is all his illusion. He forced me to do it. This was not my intention..."

The demonic voice, either roaring or begging for mercy, lingered in my ears.

The faces that were either crazy or pleading were changing in front of me.

Just like the intersection between the real world and the imaginary world, the disintegration of self in the eyes of others, when the Sword of Angry Immortal Buddha is raised high, the Moon Palace Slave can no longer hear the unnecessary sound.

The only picture that flashed through her mind was herself, countless selves over the years.

In a cold hell.

Lost everything I should have.

Thirty years later, she sat here boringly, repenting, with only Luan Xue as her companion, and she still thought this was "what she should".

Should it?

"Bang!"

A slash of the sword caused blood to fly.

Yue Gong taught her lower body and ran away from home directly.

"Ah——" A heart-rending scream sounded in his ears. It was still far away and did not wake up the Moon Palace Slave.

The slave of the Moon Palace strikes down with his sword and knows the taste by eating the marrow.

One sword after another, slashing downwards, almost out of control, like a devil.

She stands here.

She was clearly empty.

But there is still a whole cold prison, a whole cold sea, and a whole cold palace emperor realm weighing on her shoulders!

This is an inescapable responsibility, a destiny, a rule, and of course a burden.

But the heirs of the Han Palace Emperor Realm should be responsible for this, right?

The taming and upbringing she received from childhood made Moon Palace Slave accept everything as a matter of course. She knew that she had done some wrong things and was willing to pay the price for them.

So she was imprisoned in a cold prison. She never thought about a way out and gave everything to A Li.

This is "repayment".

Should it be repaid?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There is no answer.

After so many years, Moon Palace Slave found that he still could not find the answer.

Only when she wielded the giant sword could she let out the problem and the pain that she had suppressed for thirty years, tortured herself for thirty years, and finally couldn't even think about.

She wants to chop into pieces the filth, chop into pieces the filth, chop into pieces the filth, chop into pieces all the "shoulds" that she has seen, seen, and experienced before, but she deceives herself and tells herself that she should leave her family behind and protect everyone!

What she cuts is the way of the past.

The Buddhist sword purifies the suffering soul.

"Injury to Nanting..."

"Hurt Nanting! I'll let you hurt Nanting!"

The Moon Palace Slave never dared to think that "Shang Nan Ting" could be related to such filth. She completely lost the meaning of staying in the cold prison for thirty years.

"Go to hell!"

When the Buddhist sword stabbed down for the last time...

Snapped.

A jade-white hand stretched out from the side and embedded itself in the bloody wrist holding the sword.

Only then did the Moon Palace Slave realize that the palms of his hands were completely shattered and were covered in blood and flesh. The plain white dress on his body was even stained with scarlet.

"enough."

When he turned around, the deformed Dao Daier with a man's head and a woman's body had disappeared. The Buddha's sword seemed to have purified him, and everything returned to normal.

Dao Qiongcang didn't even dare to wear a long skirt anymore. He put on his star-patterned robe, restrained the Moon Palace Slave with his hands, and shrank back greatly.

When she looked back, he quickly let go and took a few steps back.

Fortunately, I didn't offend her... Dao Qiongcang shrank to the side of the ice table. He subconsciously wanted to sit back on the chair, but it bounced up like an electric shock and he didn't dare to sit down again.

He hesitated for a moment, forced a smile on his face, and without even looking at the blood in the corner, he said in a semi-ridiculous way, but everyone should have heard that it was meant to be a joke:

"Miss, you have fallen again."

The Moon Palace Slave leaned on his sword and lowered his waist, turned his head away, and gasped for air.

She was already covered in sweat and did not respond to the showman's words. Although she was weak, she still said briefly and forcefully:

"Take me out of the cold hell."

"I want to see the Eight Masters."

This is a good thing, that's why I came here... Dao Qiongcang nodded silently: "Don't stay here? Don't stick to it?"

"Ah."

Slave Yue Gong sneered and raised his head: "Even if I am wrong, I should pay it back in thirty years. I just want to go out now, I want to see him."

Yes, of course it is possible... Dao Qiongcang has always recognized Yuegong Slave, and believes that she can pay for her choice, but he said:

"you are wrong."

"If that's all, I don't have to take you away."

The Moon Palace Slave leaned on the sword, straightened up, and smoothed out her blood-colored skirt that was wrinkled by herself, as well as her thoughts.

Standing in the cold prison, standing between the ice, she thought seriously about Dao Qiongang's words, and finally nodded and said:

"Yes, I was wrong."

"I am not wrong."
Chapter completed!