Dragon God History One of the Demon King Benji

Chapter 15

Fifteen, Bana
Without any warning, the Bana flower flew flat before my eyes.

The outer lotus petal-like flowers and leaves left the receptacle one after another, and flew over one by one to wrap my flower bones layer by layer.

The silk leaves like chrysanthemum petals at the flower core turned into streaks of red light, entangled more and more densely around my buds.

Gradually I couldn't see anything, I just felt the blush flowing around me, a huge suction pulled me up from the fetal beads, and I was lightly placed in this blush, rising slowly.

The brilliance gradually faded, and the blush faded away. I opened my eyes and looked down to see that the receptacle of the Bianhua flower had grown to the size of a bathtub, and it was firmly supported under my feet.

The flowers and leaves fell one after another and gathered on the receptacle to form a complete giant Bana flower, and my almost transparent soul was "standing" on this delicate flower of death.

The flower core of the flower of death is continuously surging with orange-red brilliance, which seems to be poured into my body, and my soul is obviously gradually filled.

On the opposite side of the flower of death is Junhe Shangshen who has not yet stopped spelling. The gurgling power of the fairy flows towards the flower of death like flowing water, and all of it melts into my soul.

I can't see all of myself, I only see a white gauze skirt and a delicate figure.I always feel that it is not inferior to Yunsha, and it should be lovely.

I looked up at God Junhe, his eyes were surprised, hesitant, or what?
Suddenly I noticed something strange in my soul, he obviously stopped.

I looked at him, and he stood quietly in front of me, his expression mixed with light and dark, intricate and incomprehensible.

I know that he must have confirmed something, probably without borrowing the piano, he already has the answer.Although I still don't know who I am or what I will be like in the future, I can tell from his expression that he has made up his mind not to keep me.

Junhe Shangshen's divine power was no longer there, Bianhua was pulling away my soul one by one, each strand of soul being pulled away was painful like Ling Chi, but I didn't want to cry out, I knew he wouldn't bear to hear it.

I know that if there is one person in the world that he is willing to go through fire and water for, it is only me, and no one else in the world can hurt me in the slightest in front of him.

But at this moment, he has no choice but to end me with his own hands. It must have taken a lot of concentration to tie my hands and make me lose my mind.

If I cry out in pain, how he will suffer.

The magic power of the Bianhua is getting stronger and stronger, I use all my strength to keep myself from making a sound, but I can't bear the constant tearing pain in my soul, so I can only shrink into a ball and lie in the center of the Bianhua.

"Guo'er, it's obviously in pain, why didn't you ask for help? You... blame me for being cruel?" In one sentence, full of unbearable heart, it gave me a little warmth in the pain.

"Brother Vulcan... you... must have a way... to make me... go without being so painful... I know... you can't bear it... I understand... you must be able to... have you to accompany and protect me in this life... ...Guoer is worth it...I have been a demon for the rest of my life...Help me...I don't want to leave my soul...I don't want to go to hell...Don't continue to suffer...Don't forget me...I don't blame you...Brother Vulcan... ...Help me...let me...quickly end...I'm in so much pain..." I knew that he was no better off than me, so I accepted it and disappeared in his hands, so that I would be a disaster for the common people in the future.

"Guo'er, you...really willing?" He clenched his fist and raised it, then put it down again.

But I was so painful that I couldn't even look at him: "Brother Vulcan...to destroy the Dao in front of your eyes...is my...most willing destination...I have no regrets...no grievances...just please...don't hurt anymore I'm...in pain...I can't see clearly...you..."

Finally, I vaguely saw his figure raising his hand, and a beam of fire came towards me.

With the last of my sobriety I used up, I smiled.

Tears reflected a hazy golden glow, An Ran closed his eyes.

Before I even lost consciousness, the last experience was a trace of warmth.

——That was the last warmth he gave me.

What death is, I don't know.

I only know that I am dead, but I can still know that I am dead.

But why is death no different from life?
I still feel chained, and I still don't feel free.Probably when I died, I was still a fetal bead on a red fruit branch.

I didn't dare to open my eyes, I knew Brother Huoshen still couldn't be cruel, he killed me but left my soul: so at this moment I should be on my way to hell.

I'm afraid of ghosts...I'm afraid of hell...everything that exists.

After leaving him, I realized that I was not brave at all. I was not a little demon who was not afraid of anything. I clearly didn't know how to face things other than him alone.

——He taught me everything, but he hasn't come to teach me how to face the years without him.

Anyway, I can close my eyes for as long as I can, so I don't want to see those ghosts and monsters too early.

I tried my best to be as quiet as possible, not even daring to breathe, hoping that the spirits of demons and ghosts around me would not find me.If they bully me, I don't know if the magic that Brother Vulcan taught me before can still be used to protect me.

"Guo'er, how long are you going to pretend to be asleep?" Why did Brother Vulcan's words ring in his ears?

Miserable, what kind of hell is this, hallucinatory hell?

Good or bad hell, make me remember him like this all the time miss him?I... I couldn't forget him, could I?
"Guo'er, you're clearly awake, why are you still pretending to be asleep? When did you become so lazy? Aren't you afraid that Brother Vulcan will beat you up?"

It seems that he has been surrounded by illusions, and I dare not open my eyes. I am afraid that seeing him in the eerie hell will destroy all my good memories.

Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and murmured: "Brother Vulcan is so bad, why did you keep my soul? It's fine now, I'm going to hell. What the hell is this hallucinatory hell, I have to hear him Voice, remember his appearance, and then miss him hopelessly every day? It’s unnecessary, even if the soul flies away, he will not forget him. He has been saving me for a long time to kill me cruelly, and he is not willing to destroy my soul, so what I will have the heart to go to hell to see me being tortured with my own eyes. I’m afraid it’s impossible to see him again—oh, this hell is really hopeless. The Lord Yan who built this hell must be a cruel and bad god. If I can figure it out, it makes me desperately miss a High God among a group of demons and ghosts."

"Silly girl, what are you muttering to yourself? Just wish I could open my eyes. Why bother to close your eyes and think wildly? If you don't wake up and talk to me, I'm going to beat you up." Brother Vulcan's voice repeated Thinking of it, a familiar warmth enveloped me.

I opened my "eyes" and the sun was shining brightly.

I'm still standing on the red fruit branch.

I am silly.

"Why, the soul has been away from the body for too long and hurt the original soul, so you don't know Brother Vulcan?" Brother Vulcan seemed to be in a good mood, and teased me with a sunny face, "Just now there was a little fool who closed his eyes and muttered Whispering, you won’t forget me even if your soul is gone, and you will lose your memory when you open your eyes?”

"I... I... No?! Brother Vulcan... You... You... No?!" I don't know what to say, I don't know how to understand everything in front of me.

(End of this chapter)