Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 148 Bucket List
Cristiano, the sixth-tier frost giant dragon, looked at the distant mountains in awe.

Messi blinked in embarrassment, but hesitated to speak.

"Young resentful spirit, I have carried too many mistakes and sins in my life..." Cristiano sighed, "I was once blinded by revenge, and let the evil killing stain my soul... Whenever At midnight, my unspeakable crimes always reappear in my dreams..."

"Uh..." Messi opened his mouth wide, his eyes erratic for a while, and finally turned to the lord who was hidden in the shadow world.

While the giant dragon was still reminiscing about the past, the Wraith Ball King silently shouted at the boss:

This grandson is crazy!
In the bushes a little farther away, Alice Comstock and Juan Clement, who were prostrate on the ground and ready to help at any time, were also at a loss——

——The expected duel to the death was over before it even started: Messi and Cristiano had just exchanged one move, but the giant dragon first neutralized Messi's mental attack, and then Backing away, fighting with nothing to fight, he flapped his wings in the air and started his philosophical sermons...

The situation in front of him obviously did not appear in Shuangfengling's pre-war plan.

Therefore, as close as facing Messi, the wraith of Cristiano, and as far away as Chris and his party who were preparing to snipe the dragon with a ballista a few kilometers away, the Shuangfengling scum found embarrassingly that their confident "hunting dragon" Action", seems to be running wildly on an extremely weird road...

And the only person present who kept his sanity "sane" was Mr. Cristiano, the giant dragon.

This giant dragon stared at the uncomfortable Messi with compassionate and kind eyes. Xia Houyan had only seen similar peaceful eyes on the statue of Guanyin in his hometown on the earth.

The speechless people in Shuangfengling felt that there was already a thick and sad barrier between themselves and this paralyzed dragon.

"Young wraith," Cristiano said to himself, looking at the clouds in the sky with tears in his eyes, "my life has been too sinful. If death can redeem me, then I am willing to let you die." You killed me to pay for my past mistakes..."

"That's what you said!" Messi couldn't bear it anymore, he couldn't follow his words, and a "very dark stab" rushed towards Cristiano's neck.

As a result, the ice crystals bloomed, the crown took shape, and the fierce "Extremely Dark Thorn" slashed on the body of the temporarily magic-immune dragon with a click, and three or two weak sparks splashed out of the sky.

"Why the fuck do you not count your words?!" Messi was furious.

"Wait! As I said, I can let you kill me, but I hope to die as a redeemed pure person, not a sinful dragon..." Cristiano said unhurriedly, "Dead After all, will we still be conscious? If death is regarded as an eternal sleep, then we may still dream... dream, and dream of our sins in life, and this is the problem..."

Messi opened his mouth wide and stared at Cristiano, feeling like a lump in his throat, speechless.

Just put a Tier [-] dragon in front of you, but the prepared mental attack is completely ineffective against you, and the conventional magic and physical effects, in the face of temporary immunity and dragon scale armor, are also like a drop in the bucket...

In the face of such a powerful enemy, a hearty battle is enough to determine the outcome and life or death;

However, Ya still upholds a pacifist stance and never attacks. Instead, he babbles on to you about his outrageous Longsheng philosophy, which is so long and cumbersome that it looks like he is spitting out an old grandmother's foot wrap... …

Messi, who was known for his mental attacks, felt like he was about to have a nervous breakdown.

"Brother..." Messi said dryly, "Please, shut up and fight with me..."

"Your way of thinking that you do it when you don't agree with it is completely wrong!" Cristiano sternly reprimanded, "The communication between lives should take love and sincerity as the main line-I am here to communicate with you." Explore the truth of the world and seek the salvation of life, instead of adding another murder to this already cruel enough continent!"

Messi conjured up a hand, resting his forehead and sighing.

"Wait...you don't seem like a boring life, you use the magic wave of the legendary treasure to disturb my poetic dwelling, it should not be a pure provocation..." Cristiano pondered for a moment, and suddenly realized, "Could it be , are you eyeing the elven treasure house that I occupy on Dragon Bone Peak?"

"That's a good guess." Messi admitted without hesitation.

"Greed! The original sin of life!" Cristiano sighed in a coloratura aria.

The veins on the surface of Messi's spiritual body popped out.

"Ah...treasure...money..." Cristiano looked at Messi with both pity and contempt, "Shallow life always pursues these external things, but a truly enlightened person can ignore material abundance... To be honest Come on, you can take the things in the treasure house as you like, and I won't stop them at all—they are worthless to me!"

"Really?!" Messi and a certain lord in the Shadow Realm were overjoyed at the same time.

"That's right. But before that, I hope you can help me find a way to get real redemption!" Two crystal clear dragon tears rolled down Cristiano's cheeks, "My sins are too great So deep that I can't even sleep peacefully... I will not give you the treasure house until you prove that you are a true philosopher, that I have eternal salvation, and that I can gladly die!"

Messi is a little thankful that he doesn't have a heart, otherwise he would definitely become the first undead creature in history to suffer from myocardial infarction.

"So..." Macy gritted her teeth and said with a forced smile, "What the hell did you do to make yourself so regretful? Stealing the underwear of a female dragon? Dumping waste water into the sea of ​​salt? Buy a novel Did you forget to pay?"

"I once cruelly slaughtered countless elf civilians!" Cristiano wailed, "Just for unnecessary revenge, just to express the cruel evil thoughts in my chest, I took away the pure lives of countless elf people! But now , the elves on the mainland are almost extinct, who can represent these dead and forgive the mistakes I made in this life?"

In the shadow world, several pairs of shining eyes were staring at a certain pointy-eared trash.

"You...what are you doing?" Weierf folded her arms timidly to protect herself.

"Dear Miss Welf." Xia Houyan smiled as kindly as possible, "In the past days, my lord didn't treat you too badly in terms of food and drink, right?"

"Uh..." Vilf opened her jewel-like eyes wide, and murmured, "No... right?"

"Very good." The lord's big hand full of encouragement covered the slender shoulders of this little elf girl, "Comrade Weierfu, it's time to be loyal to the party and country!"

(End of this chapter)