Kongsang didn't exist from the beginning.

"Don't you just lose the bet?"

Qiu Bodeng, or Shenjun, raised his head and covered his face with his fingers.

The past and the present overlapped. The thousand knives at the bottom of the Fusang Shenmu overlapped with the hunting and fierce wind on the top of the Gushan Mountain. It was so cold that people couldn't hold the sword at all and could stand unsteadily.

Tai Yi sword fell, shaking fine snow dust.

"I……"

Before the word "recognition" was spoken, he was hugged into his arms.

………………

Shi Wu Luo was half-kneeling in the snow.

The flying snow fell on the vermilion oil-paper umbrella on the side, and after a layer was piled up, it slid down and landed on the corner of Weidi's clothes. The young man imprisoned the emaciated teenager in his arms, using his arms as impregnable barriers and cages. The boy's delicate chin rested on his shoulder, and his dark eyes were printed with cedar.

"You won't lose."

Shi Wu Luo said.

"I promise."

A snowflake fell on the eyelashes.

Qiu Bodeng's thick eyelashes drooped gently, casting a faint shadow. Snowflakes fell on his cheeks, and the slight cold awakened a long-standing memory. He suddenly remembered that year, at the bottom of the hibiscus tree, he could not actually see the sword that covered the sky, nor could he hear the sound of arrows raining.

Just feel so cold.

Thinking……

Why didn't anyone block the cold wind for him?

A strong wind blows from the northwest corner.

A Luo stands for the north, he stands for the east.

...you can't lose.

I promise.

Qiu Bodeng wanted to say, what do you promise? Do you promise to be a hero who climbs the 90,000-level alone again? Or is it guaranteed to collapse once, and get fat if you keep your word? But when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say a word. Maybe all his strength had just been vented out, or maybe his throat was rusted.

"Alo," Qiu Bodeng asked in a low voice, "Is it only when you are crazy that you feel better?"

Shi Wuluo held Qiu Bodeng's shoulder and looked down at him.

A strand of black hair stuck to his cheek, Shi Wuluo pushed it away, and then the tiger's mouth pressed against his delicate lower jaw, bit by bit, brushed the corner of his eye with the pulp of his finger. Does it only feel good to be crazy? Shi Wu Luo did not want to answer this question. He didn't want his god to come to this situation again... But now, sobriety has become the biggest torture.

"Yes."

Shi Wuluo lowered his head and kissed his forehead lightly.

It was different from the silent and fierce kiss before. This kiss, gentle and cherished.

Devotion is like worship.

Crazy, feel good.

If you are crazy, you don’t have to be imprisoned by past grievances, you don’t have to draw your sword, and you don’t know where to cut it; you don’t have to care about other people’s last resort when you are crazy, and you don’t have to bear the burden of so-called “hardships”. It's not your own responsibility; you don't have to be in a vortex when you're crazy, you can't move forward, you can't retreat, you can do whatever you want.

Qiu Bodeng, or Shenjun, laughed silently.

He said softly:

"I am a god."

"...If it's really crazy, it may become very, very scary. It's so scary that no one cares about it, and it's so scary that it doesn't recognize anything. At that time, the Taiyi Sect, the Wu clan, the Thirty-Six Islands, and the Beast Sect Everyone, there are no demons, all living beings, there is no difference in the eyes, whoever obstructs the construction of the four poles to determine the longitude and latitude will kill whoever."

What he said to Zhuang Xuan was not all about tradeoffs.

... He had indeed thought more than once that since he wanted to hate him, he would simply hate him all. Anyway, up to now, hate and love, can't tell which one is more painful.

"Killing, repression, arbitrariness, loneliness..."

One after another, bloody words that were feared by thousands of people fell.

"It will really become full of blood and karma."

"It will really turn into a demon who cannot be punished."

"All of these might come up."

"..."

Moonlight streamed over Qiu Bodeng's face.

His eyes were dark, with a lonely starry sky printed on them, and he asked in a low voice, "Is this okay?"

"You are a god and the most noble existence in the world. The four poles are built because of you, and the four seasons are born because of you." Shi Wuluo took his hand and turned every word into a supreme decree inscribed in the dark. , "It was you who wrote the earth, mountains and rivers into the calendar of the world. You don't owe the world, you don't owe all beings... You deserve everything."

Paused.

Shi Wuluo continued to speak.

"If you want to see the sunrise, the Golden Crow will never fall to the ground. If you want the rain to fall, Ping Yi will never stop."

"If you want to set the four poles, and you want to be charming, there will be stars hanging on jade and plums, and the sky will be like white elm."

He spoke slowly, word for word.

The immemorial Taikoo, Fusang Shenmu, the white-robed god with a smile taught the newly born Heavenly Dao all kinds of things, from the cold and the fire to the separation of life and death... The gods taught him everything, but he did not live the most important things in this world.

"It's the world that should hold everything to you, not you who hold everything to the world."

He wanted to teach his lord to be selfish.

Be selfish.

With slightly cold and slender hands covering his eyes, Qiu Bodeng heard Shi Wuluo's voice.

"Don't worry, I'll accompany you."

The mad monarch, the heavenly way of falling demons, is also a perfect match...

Qiu thin lamp thought.

The crimson tie in her hair was broken, and three thousand blue threads were scattered.

Instantly snowed.

Chapter 146: White Hair and Red Clothes

The strong airflow erupted centered on the top of the mountain.

The entire lonely mountain was swept into a terrifying vortex, and the snow that was more than ten meters deep at the foot of the mountain was rolled up, rushing into the sky like clouds and dragons, and the mountain peaks were submerged in a sea of clouds formed by snow and dust.Within a hundred miles, the mountains were shaking, as if responding to something, a wave of laughter erupted.