Lord Buddha, don't laugh, Madam dug your ancestral grave

Chapter 120
Under the dim moonlight, his eyebrows were handsome but tightly frowned.

It is completely different from the past days when the clouds were calm and the wind was light, and it seemed to be more quiet and lonely than the night.

Wen Yang knew he had asked the wrong question, so he raised the wine bottle and said to him, "I'll punish myself with three sips."

Mo Xun stared into her eyes for two seconds and suddenly smiled, "You are the first person to show such an expression in thousands of years."

Her eyes were like a beam of warm light, penetrating all the darkness in his past.

Those painful, unbearable, and humiliating memories poured out like broken gates, the dark and cruel arena, the blood constantly flowing from the body, the indifferent mother, and the mocking eyes of the servants...

The past scenes reappeared in my mind one after another, but this time, it seemed that there was no pain as imagined, but a sense of relief for the rest of my life.

As if she didn't see his change, Wen Yang said intentionally or unintentionally, "You may get more if you take a step forward."

Mo Xun stiffened.

At this moment, something seemed to have quietly changed in my heart.

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I don’t know how long it took, but a blush appeared on the horizon.

A new day is coming.

Mo Xun's cold eyes looked through the eaves at the golden clouds in the distance, and the corners of his straight lips curved, "It's time."

Wen Yang turned the empty wine bottle in his hand and looked up.

As an earth-shattering dragon roar came from the place where Yin and Yang meet, a giant dragon with golden and purple light all over its body soared into the sky!

Carrying on its back is a long sword with a transparent blade. The tip is extremely sharp and gleaming with cold light. The hilt is engraved with a snow-white Yinglong and nine simple and complicated runes. Under the sunlight, the dragon scales on Yinglong's body flashed with colorful rays of light, shining brightly.

at the same time.

On the other side of Jianghai City.

Zhao Jian looked up at the sky, with his arms spread out and his expression extremely calm.

Just when the golden dragon hit the sky, clouds were gathering quickly.

It starts out as a normal white color and gradually turns to a light golden color.

He knew in his heart that it was the divine thunder that led him through the disaster.

"Rumble--" A thunder sounded across the sky.

Zhao Jian's body was sucked under the clouds by a force, and then, golden light instantly enveloped him.

Zhao Jian slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the last moment for Lei Jie to enter his body.

However, as soon as his eyes closed, fragments of memories from his time as a mortal began to appear in his mind.

He saw himself as a baby being picked up by a monk in a temple and raised as an adult; he saw the temple being destroyed by floods, and a whole city of people died at the hands of a Taoist alien; he saw him being starved and abandoned by a man with a face He takes a beautiful woman home, takes care of him carefully, and develops love for him. When he sees himself dying in the woman's arms, the woman's tears of grief and sorrow roll down and go with him.

and many more…

Zhao Jian opened his eyes suddenly, and his fingertips began to tremble violently.

What are these... memories?
who is this woman...

Almost at the same time this question came up, a name slowly emerged in my mind——

"Liu, Shu, Lan..."

Zhao Jian's lips trembled and he spat out these three words with a somewhat unsteady breath.

Who is she to myself?

Zhao Jian's eyes flashed with pain of struggle, but it was obviously too late to figure it out at this time.

In an instant, there was a thunderclap in the ear, and the light golden tribulation thunder above the head finally struck down!
Zhao Jian's body trembled suddenly, and at the same time as the severe pain hit him, beautiful and vivid faces suddenly appeared in front of him!
The angry ones, the cute ones, the angry ones... hit the heavenly spirit like a slide.

"Junshan...I'm pregnant, with our baby."

"Junshan, the tree we planted together bore fruit. I tasted one secretly. It was so sour!" "Junshan... can you wake up quickly? I'm scared alone..."

"Junshan, I still want to marry you in the next life..."

"...If you die, I won't live alone."

……

"Who is it! Who are you...ahhh!!"

Wave after wave of memories turned like waves, and Zhao Jian, standing in the golden light, hugged his head in pain.

His face was extremely pale, his mind was dull and blank, and he even forgot to use his spiritual power to protect his body.

When Tian Daozi arrived, he happened to see this scene!
He looked at the man shrouded in golden light with complicated eyes, watching him being struck by the divine thunder again and again in despair.

The nine thunders of calamity are so powerful that they can be feared.

For Tiandaozi, who had made a huge mistake, just standing like this was no less than a punishment that would tear apart his soul inch by inch.

But he knew that if he did nothing, the fool in front of him might really let the lightning split him into pieces.

Tian Daozi closed his eyes with difficulty and finally made the final decision.

At this time, his heartache was no less than that of Zhao Jian. In order to keep this body from decaying, he cruelly split Junshan's soul into one piece and pressed it into a corner of his body.

Now that the real body is in front of him, the soul has also awakened from its deep sleep. He feels the pain that the real body can feel as if he has experienced it personally.

As if he noticed something, Zhao Jian finally woke up from the pain, and his empty eyes stared at Tiandaozi.

His lips moved a few times, and it took him a long time to spit out the word 'you'.

Seeing that the last, thickest and brightest lightning was about to fall, Tian Daozi ignored the explanation and rushed directly into the golden lightning, using his body as a shield to block Zhao Jian.

"Boom--"

……

Finally, the thunder of calamity that shook the sky stopped.

The golden light in front of him also disappeared.

The golden clouds on the horizon turned to soft white again, as if nothing had happened.

But in the place where God had just experienced calamity, there was only one man left.

He was lying quietly on the ground, his face was pale and his appearance was morbidly handsome.

He was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, and he was holding something unknown in his hand, which shone faintly in the morning light.

I do not know how long it has been.

A paper crane filled with spiritual power flew slowly from the distant horizon.

The paper crane circled around the man's body, as if sniffing something, and finally landed on his face and pecked him lightly with its beak.

The man's eyelids moved and he slowly opened his eyes.

He propped up his body with one hand, and his dark eyes still contained lingering emotions, but just for a moment, that emotion was replaced by confusion.

Where is this...?
Didn't he drown while trying to save a pregnant woman who fell into the water?

The man glanced at his body subconsciously, and when his eyes touched the dazzling blue and white hospital gown, a figure that looked exactly like him flashed in his mind.

He looked stunned, feeling that he seemed to have forgotten something. Just as he was about to knock his head, a paper crane flying in the air with flapping wings attracted his attention.

He stretched out his hand, and the paper crane fell obediently into his palm.

(End of this chapter)