Lord of Eternal Darkness

After Li Xiaoming listened to the story, he applauded.

"The story is very good. Although I don't know whether it is true or not, I like it very much. Sometimes when you meet someone and make a mistake, the consequences are irreversible and the sin you commit can never be made up for, so a mistake is a mistake.

"You don't need to make yourself so tired, although now it is your responsibility after assuming the profession of saint."

Zhuang Mengxiao wiped away her tears and said, "I didn't expect that in so many years of my life, I would be comforted by a younger generation for the first time.

"But I have never told this story to anyone else before I met you. You have to keep it a secret. I believe you can do it, right?"

"Of course it's no problem. You are willing to tell me, which means you believe me. We can't be so unkind and unjust. Moreover, this is your private matter. Although it goes against the image, but when you think about the high-ranking saint, he was once so It was so miserable that I felt very pitiful for a moment.”

Zhuang Mengxiao said: "Haha, I've finished listening to the story, let's talk about business."

Li Xiaoming replied: "It's up to you."

He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Although the saint profession is linked to the destiny of heaven and earth, I have to face countless curses and pollution every day, so it takes a serious toll on my health. It is impossible to protect this planet all the time, so I want to accept you. As a disciple, I will pass on all my life's cultivation to you, and I hope you can shoulder my unfulfilled responsibilities."

Li Xiaoming shook his head and directly chose to refuse.

"I'm sorry, I'm not suitable. I know you want me to be the next saint, but... I choose to refuse. I will only be a dreamer for the rest of my life."

Zhuang Mengxiao asked curiously: "Do you want to explore the legendary rank?"

Li Xiaoming poured a cup of tea and said: "No, it's not necessary. The main reason is that I may not live long. After becoming a saint, I will have more things to take care of, and the pressure in my heart will be greater, and I may not be able to deal with some things."

"Then why? Everyone in the outside world is coveting my cultivation. If I were to recruit someone as a disciple, countless people would rather change jobs to break the threshold. Why did you choose to refuse?"

Li Xiaoming said: "There is no reason, I just don't want to be a person. I feel that the situation is too small and nothing can be changed. Even if I become a person, I can only protect it for a while, but not forever."

"The lifespan of human beings is only a hundred years. For this vast universe, it is less than one ten millionth of the lifespan of a planet."

Li Xiaoming's words have made it very clear. Although the two sides overlap and are both working for the benefit of mankind, their methods are different. If they break up, they may become enemies.

After all, judging from the opponent's position, he must firmly support the emperor, always maintain a balance between good and evil, and be content with the status quo.

But Li Xiaoming knew that if the people on this planet wanted to survive, they must kill the emperor, reform everything, and even start a war.

Zhuang Mengxiao squinted his eyes and sighed. After all, he couldn't force others' wishes, but it was a bit of a pity.

The opponent has such a high talent, and he has developed a nightmare body at the seventh level. His talent is really impeccable.

"Well, to be honest, I'm not surprised. We still have a long time to get along. With my current life span, I can live for another 100 years. During this period, you can come back to me, but I want to know now What do you think, and who do you want to be?"

Li Xiaoming paused, scratched his hair with his hands, and smiled sheepishly.

Then he puffed up his chest, and the sound sounded like thunder in someone's ears.

"Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry forward the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations."

As soon as this sentence came out, Zhuang Mengxiao was suddenly stunned.

He opened his eyes wide, and his pupils seemed to be filled with the infinite mysteries of the universe. Just one glance made people fall deeply into it, unable to extricate themselves. It was so beautiful, thousands of stars were in these eyes.

Zhuang Mengxiao finally shook his head, "I hope that after many years, you can still remember the heroic words at this moment, so that you will not be as decadent as me and have the ability to do what you want to do."

Li Xiaoming stood up and said, "This contact with Principal Zhuang has been of great benefit. Thank you again. If nothing goes wrong, I will go to bed. Otherwise, I will be too tired to wake up in the morning due to the constant consumption of mental energy."

Zhuang Mengxiao nodded and waved to him.

"Okay, today's chat ends here. I still need to guard the bronze gate. As for the underground city, we can put it off for a while. We will be busy after tomorrow. I hope you can come back alive to see me. ."

Li Xiaoming watched the other party's figure disappear in the dream world, breathed a sigh of relief, and then collapsed directly on the ground.

I couldn't help but shiver all over my body. The pressure of the saint was too strong. The high-level dream master could see through people's hearts. He almost found out the secret.

"Hahaha, it's so scary. The strength of Vice Principal Zhuang is even comparable to that of me at my peak."

Fortunately, he has survived for a thousand years, and his spirit has been divided into two parts independently. Even if he encounters sorcery such as searching for souls and guessing hearts, others will not be able to understand everything.

After Li Xiaoming's heart-to-heart talk, the state of the spiritual sea has stabilized. Now the biggest threat to the city is the Ancient Bronze Gate.

Although the small copy of the dungeon was used as a practice, and it seemed that the challenge was not successful, it was still a precaution. Even a small dungeon dream could not be broken through, so one must be more careful about the more dangerous ancient bronze door.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear.

Strange sounds came from Li Xiaoming's ward, mixed with someone's screams.

"No, eldest sister, what are you doing alone so early? Don't come over. I'll call someone if you come over again."

"Sister? Please call me master. You are just a servant now. Please recognize your status. I will 'love' you. You are a man. It's just a minor injury. Now is a good time to do some exercise."

"Ah! Come quickly, someone is abusing the wounded."

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You Su gasped and lay on the bed, "Ah, I can't do it there, it hurts... be gentle, hiss, it feels so comfortable, keep this strength, feel your body..."

Li Xiaoming was speechless. You asked a wounded man to take care of you like this so early in the morning. Do you think you are embarrassed? You are lying on my bed now, I want to give you a massage, and you are uttering such strange sentences that are easily banned.

Li Xiaoming started rehabilitation training in the ward, although he didn't want to tire his body just because of his injury.

But I couldn't bear Yousu's enthusiasm. I heard that Li Xiaoming was sick, so I came here to see him. I also brought condolences from my hometown, some strange herbs, and even soup made by myself. I have to say that the soup is delicious.

Soft-shelled turtle stewed with wolfberry is so nourishing. I still need to do 200 push-ups, 150 sit-ups, and 100 squats...

Although Yousu said he was helping her recover, she was actually here to check on her injuries.

In order to restore the stiff body of the other party, You Su specially massaged Li Xiaoming herself.

It is conceivable that Li Xiaoming's thin body could not withstand such a powerful force. His bones were almost crushed. He frightened the nurse at the door and barged in several times.

Li Xiaoming suspected that she was maliciously retaliating against the injured, and if he allowed her to continue massaging like this, he would definitely die here, and his bones would crackle with dryness.

In desperation, I could only demonstrate in person how to massage the injured.

Li Xiaoming squeezed Yousu's shoulder. The girl lay on the bed with her eyes squinted and almost fell asleep.

"It feels very good. Have you often done this with Mo Yue before? Then she is really happy."

"No, Ah Yue doesn't like me touching her."

"What! Isn't she your fiancée?" Yousu woke up, as if she had discovered something terrible.

Li Xiaoming stopped what he was doing, "A girl who inquires about other people's private affairs is not popular."

"Well, I'm not interested anyway, but it's really surprising that you, a dreamer, are also proficient in massage. After all, don't stop what you are doing, hurry up."

Li Xiaoming sighed, what a shame.

If it were left to Jin Chengan to do this, he would want to lick the other person's whole body.

Jinchengan, who was carrying breakfast in the distance and was about to arrive at the hospital, suddenly sneezed and looked up at the sky. The sun was just right and he felt something strange.

…

Li Xiaoming had a glum look on his face. While massaging, he complained: "Okay. You are a healthy person and let the patient massage you."

"Oh, my skin is not good either. It lacks moisture and the muscles are too tight, like steel. Also, my injury is only recent. Can't you just let me lie down for a while?"

Yousu pretended to cry and said, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, so sad. I think of my lovely dog ​​again."

Li Xiaoming panicked instantly and sped up his movements.

"Oh, how about this strength? I guarantee you'll be satisfied, girl, my technique will definitely make you want to die, you can't live, you can't die, the whole service is 20% off, 500 nights included."

"Why do I feel a little strange?"

"Don't worry about that little detail."

"Hiss, ah, it feels so comfortable, try harder..."

"Can you please lower your voice? It's so early in the morning that it's easy to disturb others and cause misunderstandings."

…

Chu Moyue hummed an unknown ditty in her mouth, holding the freshly cooked soup in her hand, feeling happy in her heart.

Just as she was preparing to provide the greatest comfort to Li Xiaoming's soul during this period of injury, she suddenly walked to the door and heard a strange sound coming from inside, and froze directly at the door of the ward.

He sniffed the air gently and murmured: "It seems to smell like a strange woman."