The scum is all over the world, and there are Shura fields everywhere

Chapter 277 Destiny
Now the only one who can save Yang Rongrong is herself.

But her mind was in chaos now, her soul was deeply trapped in it, she didn't even know that she had gone astray, and she couldn't save herself at all.

Unless Hengye can awaken her soul.

So he thought of dual cultivation.

During dual cultivation, the two people's souls will be closely connected, and Hengye can take the opportunity to wake Yang Rongrong up and let her regain her sanity as soon as possible.

But Yang Rongrong had rejected the proposal of dual cultivation before, which had already made her attitude clear. If Hengye practiced dual cultivation with her now, she would definitely blame him for acting on his own initiative when she woke up and knew about it. If she thought too much, she would even suspect that he was taking advantage of the situation and abusing his power for personal gain, causing her to dislike him more and more.

In the end, he will end up with a thankless result.

As for asking for status or something, he didn't even want to think about it.

Thinking of this, Hengye felt heavy-hearted, his fingers trembled slightly, and his palms were a little sweaty.

He undressed Yang Rongrong bit by bit, muttering to himself.

"Rongrong, I know this will make you unhappy, but I can't let you die. When you wake up, you can beat me and scold me, or even kill me. As long as you can live, you can do whatever you want to me."

After both of them had taken off their clothes, Hengye leaned over.

The two of them pressed closely together, their foreheads touching, their breaths blending.

Hengye could clearly feel that Yang Rongrong's body temperature was fluctuating and her breathing was very chaotic.

He held Yang Rongrong's face and kissed her carefully.

……

At this time, Yang Rongrong was in a trance and could not tell what year it was.

She felt so much pain in her body, as if hundreds of knives were cutting her flesh.

It was pitch black all around and I couldn't see anything.

This extreme torture, which was worse than death, lasted for a long time.

Faintly, a distant male voice sounded in her ears.

"Your Majesty, thank you for your sacrifice for the people of the world. The people will always remember you."

"You have to stay here and you can't go anywhere. We are doing this for your safety."

"It may be a little painful, but for the sake of the people of the world, this little sacrifice is insignificant."

"You don't want to cause the lives of the three realms to be destroyed because of your momentary willfulness, right?"

"Please remember, all of this is for the common people."

……

One word after another drilled into Yang Rongrong's ears, making her upset.

She didn't want to listen anymore. She felt so miserable now that she didn't even want to live anymore.

She doesn't even want her own life, so why would she care about the lives of the people in the world? !

The voice in my ear keeps talking.

The left sentence refers to the world, and the right sentence refers to the people.

Yang Rongrong couldn't stand it anymore and yelled, "Shut up!"

The sound in my ear suddenly disappeared.

She lay on the ground, gasping for breath. It took her a long time to recover. She supported herself on the ground with her hands and raised her upper body with difficulty.

When she looked up, she saw another person lying about ten feet away.

She was a woman wearing a colorful long dress. She looked exactly like Yang Rongrong, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Why is it her again?
At this time, Yang Rongrong's body was still in pain, and she couldn't even stand up. She could only crawl forward using her hands and feet. It took her a lot of effort to crawl to the side of the woman in colorful clothes.

When I got closer, I found that the other person not only looked a lot like me, but was also in the same state as I was now, both very painful.

Countless gray-black auras were madly pouring into the body of the woman in colorful clothes. Her eyes were closed, her brows were furrowed, her face was frighteningly pale, and her body was curled up into a ball. Her whole body was wrapped in gray-black auras, as if she was trapped in a horrible nightmare and could not break free.

Yang Rongrong couldn't help but reach out and gently push the other person's shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The woman in colorful clothes slowly opened her eyes.

Her body did not move, still maintaining the posture of hugging herself with her arms, legs bent, and body curled up. Only her eyes were slowly moving, glancing in the direction of Yang Rongrong.

The two looked at each other, and the air froze at that moment.

Yang Rongrong couldn't help but become nervous.

Her voice was very difficult: "Who are you?"

Although this was the third time she had met the other person, it was the first time she had talked to him.

She really wanted to know who the other person was. Why did he appear in her dreams again and again? Why did he look exactly like her? What was the relationship between the two of them?
The woman in colorful clothes moved her lips slightly and uttered something very softly.

"I am you."

Yang Rongrong was startled. It seemed as if thunder exploded in her ears and her head was buzzing.

Immediately afterwards, the woman in colorful clothes disappeared, and the gray-black aura that originally surrounded her body suddenly surged and pounced towards Yang Rongrong.

She fell into the agony of being tortured to death again and collapsed to the ground. Her body trembled constantly, her hands grasped around, and painful moans came from her throat.

The annoying man's voice sounded again, drilling into her ears one word after another.

"You are born with a destiny. This is your responsibility and your fate."

"So what if it's painful? If I can exchange one person's pain for the peace of the world, it's worth it!"

"Everything in the world has its gains and losses. If you want peace in the world, you have to sacrifice something."

Yang Rongrong rolled on the ground in pain, breaking down and crying, tears streaming down her face.

Intense anger and resentment welled up in her heart. Why did she have to suffer? Why did she have to be sacrificed? Even if the world was in ruins, what did it have to do with her? !
As if sensing the change in her emotions, the gray-black aura that had been tightly attached to her suddenly dissipated, and then quickly spread around.

The man who had been talking in her ear suddenly stopped talking, and then he let out an angry shout.

"Are you crazy?!"

The gray-black aura was like boiling water, bubbling.

The temperature around her rose rapidly, and Yang Rongrong felt an intense burning pain on the surface of her body. She felt like she was about to melt into it, and her limbs could no longer move. But she raised the corners of her mouth and let out a hearty laugh.

Life was so painful that she didn't want to live anymore.

Death will bring relief.

When Heng Ye's soul entered Yang Rongrong's spiritual platform, what he saw was endless darkness.

Yang Rongrong was kneeling on the ground, her eyes were blank and her face was covered with tears, but the corners of her mouth were raised high, smiling with despair and joy.

Hengye quickly approached her and hugged her.

"Fluffy."

Yang Rongrong seemed to be unable to hear his voice. She continued to cry and laugh, muttering, "Kill me. Death will put an end to everything. Death will bring me relief."

Hengye felt nervous when he heard this.

He helped Yang Rongrong wipe the tears from her face and kissed her forehead gently. His eyes were affectionate, but his tone was very arrogant and a little childish.

"No, I won't let you die."