Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

A ray of sunset light falls on Jing Hao's eyes, like the lonely fire of forgetting the river.

I don't know how long it has passed. It seems that Jing Hao has stood as a sculpture.

At this time, night fell, and the fireflies in the forest were like stars.

The dark night was as gloomy as Jing Hao's mood at this time.

Cang LAN had already left. He was so determined that he didn't even look back at him.

This makes the last hope in Jing Hao's heart completely disappear.

He thought he was wrong.

He should not think about reviving canglan. He should keep a wisp of yuan God of canglan until the end of time.

It also seems to be the most beautiful dream in his heart.

Never wake up.

But the cruel reality knocked him to pieces.

Jing Hao admits that he is to blame, but he is still heartbroken by canglan's ruthlessness.

He always knew that canglan was a cruel man.

But he didn't expect that when this ruthlessness was used on him, it would be such pain.

He is no longer her little stone. He is no longer qualified to call her ah LAN

Then the two of them have never met again.

Jing Hao stared at the dark night sky.

When he hung on his side, he clenched his fist slightly.

The cold, cold sight swept several eager beasts behind him. After a cold hum, those beasts retreated.

There is only a desolate place left here.

Jing Hao's body flashed and went towards the underworld.

He covered his breath and quietly came to the dead city of the underworld.

The ghost guarding here will not find his whereabouts. He also came to the large array suppressing the cutting dace like a wisp of smoke.

At this time, although he was the original God, his cultivation was no different from the real body.

When Jing Hao hid his breath, people here, including Pluto, couldn't find his trace.

Jing Hao hasn't been absorbed in the sea for a long time. No one knows how profound his cultivation is for many years.

But at this moment, Jing Hao knows that if he doesn't do anything, he will go crazy.

He stretched out his right hand, a ray of red light suddenly fell on the palm of his hand from his forehead, and his backhand buckled on the eye of the big array.

Jing Hao stared slightly and looked inside.

Then I saw the patriarch of the protoss who was trapped in the cold ice.

According to the truth, the dace should be suppressed in a dark space.

What's the matter? Did she open up a space?

But it opens up a space, why is it all ice?

Jing Hao released his divine consciousness and looked inside carefully.

But I found that there were too many seals on the big array.

There are gods of the father and the emperor, some are heavenly, some are heavenly, some are Pluto, some are Xia Qingluo, and some are Yun qingrang.

The seals of Xia Qingluo and Yun qingrang were only added recently.

With so many seals, it's obviously difficult for this carved dace to live in it.

But Jing Hao still felt puzzled and hated.

Because he and Cang LAN have come to this day, this dace has taken a great responsibility.

If she hadn't killed canglan, his canglan wouldn't be reincarnated at all.

The two of them will go hand in hand to this day.

How can there be such a painful feeling today.

Without hesitation, Jing Hao stretched out his right hand. The red light condensed into a symbol of flame totem in the palm of Jing Hao's hand.