Su Caicai snorted: "You are right, the world is wrong."

Deng Hua immediately exploded: "Are you making fun of me?"

"It seems you understand that you are wrong..." Su Caicai said slowly, even she herself might not notice it. At this moment, her casual tone was somewhat similar to Gong Jiu. Su Caicai looked at Deng Hua's cold little face, and then slowly said, "I actually knew that I was wrong, so I correct it immediately. It will never make people think it's too late to fix the error. You are not too bad, but you are just a little self-righteous and take it for granted. You want to get approval, but because you can't get it, you will become like this."

Deng Hua muttered with a cold face: "It seems like you understand it very much..."

Su Caicai smiled and said, "Of course I understand, little guy, sister has been through at your age."

Every child has a great dream, believing that he is different from others and is a hero who shoulders his mission. They like to be self-centered and build a world of self-identity in their hearts. They desire to be recognized and reject any voices of opposition.

Denghua, you are the me once.

But at that time I was very cowardly and didn't even dare to be willful, for fear that my mother-in-law and uncle would think I was going crazy and would hate me and send me away. I could only hide in the room, stand in front of the floor-standing flat mirror, wearing a beautiful bed sheet, holding a long-handled umbrella, waving the umbrella to me in the mirror, like dancing a sword, playing a female warrior. The world needs me to save, light, please give me strength.

Although such a stupid past is ridiculous, it is the purest memory.

Although Su Caicai feels that she is also very innocent now.

But, after all, she is no longer as innocent as she would have wielded an umbrella as she did before.

"Is it really time to correct the mistake now?" Deng Hua murmured in a low voice, with a little confused in his eyes.

"It's too late." Su Caicai nodded sincerely.

Deng Hua hesitated a little: "But will they hate me? I imprisoned them in this dead city for four hundred years."

Su Caicai immediately poured cold water on her mouth and said, "Who do you think you are? Do you think they will know you?"

Deng Hua jumped up immediately with anger in his eyes, and a flame of resentment burning in his eyes: "You..." His chest was undulating violently, and suddenly he paused again, pouting, and whispered, "That's right, they don't know me at all..."

"If you release these undeads, I think they will still thank you." Su Caicai added.

Deng Hua said anxiously: "I don't care whoever wants them to thank you!"

"You're just stubborn."

Deng Hua finally released these undead spirits.

His small body soared into the air, slowly rising, floating in the air, overlooking the entire Qingcheng.

A thin white light slowly poured out from him, gentle and gentle, not dazzling at all, like the sunlight that was separated by yarn.

The dark flame marks on his forehead slowly returned to a vivid red color, his black lips became pink and tender, his pale face gradually became angry, his black robe became snow-white inch by inch, and the black fallen god gradually became the way he had first gained the divine status.

Holy and beautiful, pure and flawless.

He waved his sleeves, and the long light passed by, and the white light shone out from his snow-white sleeves. The white light was like the hand that was gently caressing his cheeks, falling to every dark corner of Qingcheng, like a rain of sweetness. It was like a painting burned by the fire. Under the lingering white light, the quiet and beautiful Qingcheng turned into charred ruins inch by inch, becoming history in the prehistoric world.

Pedestrians walking on the street, children playing in the downtown, scholars talking loudly in restaurants and tea shops... Everyone was still at that moment, as if the light suddenly solidified and stagnated, the expressions on the faces of the dead suddenly became confused and their pupils were empty.

This is what the undead really falls into reincarnation.

No sorrow, no joy, no fear, no anger.

The lamp fell to the ground, stretched out his tender little hand, and his fingertips flashed with warm white light, drawing a circle out of thin air, as if opening the door to another world, with golden light in front of him, and in his ears were the chanting of Buddha verses and scriptures, the sound of Buddha and the sound of wooden fish was like being in the Holy Ancestor's Temple of Golden Light: God of Heaven and Earth God, it is difficult for people to get away from the body, all disasters turned into dust, Namo Mahaprajna Paramita.

Just as receiving the guidance of the gods, the undead in Qingcheng walked into the door filled with Buddha's light and scriptures one by one, orderly and step by step. After obtaining the salvation of the holy light, these undead who had been mediocre for four hundred years can re-enter the six realms of reincarnation and the world, no longer repeat life, and open a new chapter of destiny. It was not until the last undead entered that the golden door slowly closed.

The golden light disappeared, and the world returned to its depression in scorched earth ruins.

There were more than a dozen people lying at the gate of the city. They were unconscious and unconscious. These included the three strong men who tried to force the storm.

Su Caicai asked Denghua: "What's going on with these people?"

Deng Hua frowned and explained: "Qingcheng was sealed by me four hundred years ago. According to common sense, mortals should not break into this sealed town, but it may be that time and space collisions formed twists and cracks. In the past four hundred years, some mortals will always enter this town by accident. They can only enter, not leave. The undead repeat the memories of yesterday's life and yesterday's memories, and no one awakens. However, these mortals who accidentally entered Qingcheng have their own memory and their consciousness, knowing that this town is repeating the fate of the past. They are awake." Deng Hua looked at Su Caicai, "Just like you and your master, you have the memories of every day, and there are those three people. They only entered Qingcheng two days ago, so they knew that they had been killed by your master three times."

Su Caicai snorted coldly: "So you saw it when I was bullied by these three people two days ago?"

Deng Hua said: "Of course, my divine power has been integrated with this town, and I know all the big and small things in the city."

"Then why don't you save me?"

Deng Hua said inexplicably: "Why should I save you? You didn't bow to me..."

Su Caicai couldn't help but fix the naughty child again, and suddenly knocked a thunderous chestnut on Denghua's head: "How can you, a god? God wants to be both loving and selfless. I really don't know how you cultivated into a god in the first place!"

Deng Hua hugged her head and her eyes were full of tears, a little dissatisfied: "No one taught me, how do I know how the gods do it? Didn't the Buddhas worshipped in the temple have never taken care of the people of Qingcheng? Why didn't anyone beat them?"

Su Caicai said hatefully: "You dare to talk back when you do something wrong?" He acted and wanted to beat him again.

Fear flashed in Denghua's eyes, completely forgetting that he was also a magical god. He was just like a mortal child. He hurriedly hugged his head while dodging and shouting: "At worst, I will save you next time! I won't accept your incense money!"

Su Caicai suddenly stopped and looked at Deng Hua and said blankly: "Hey, kid, why has your body become transparent?"

Deng Hua's snow-white robe became a little weak, and the flame marks on his forehead seemed to be about to go out, dull and dull, his eyebrows and eyes were already a little light, his facial features were not very obvious, and he became more transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Probably, it's going to disappear..." Deng Hua stared at his somewhat transparent little hand in a daze and said dejectedly, "My divine character was cultivated by the incense of the people of Qingcheng, and Qingcheng had long been destroyed. The reason why I lived for so long was because the fallen god relied on the meager incense of the undead. Now, even the undead has reborn again. I should have died, too..."

Su Caicai was stunned and couldn't speak.

A fearful expression of child flashed in Denghua's eyes, but she covered the past with a colder and proud face: "When I just opened the door of rebirth, I couldn't feel the call of reincarnation. I guess the gods have no reincarnation. Now I have disappeared, and it should have disappeared forever..." Denghua clenched his fists, with a weak crying voice, and whispered, "Damn it, is that the end... I haven't become a great god yet, and I just disappeared for no reason, really... I'm a little unwilling to accept it..."

Su Caicai suddenly felt ache when she saw the naughty child showing such a weak expression.

Deng Hua suddenly looked up, with a light in his eyes. He showed an arrogant expression and said fiercely: "Su Caicai, I know your name, but you probably don't know my name yet. Let me tell you, my name is Deng Hua, a god who protects Qingcheng. He has high magic power and omnipotence. Although he has protected them for four hundred years, no one knows my name." Deng Hua bit his lower lip, feeling a little aggrieved, "I... I will disappear later. Remember to remember my name, don't forget it, otherwise I will not let you go if I turn into ashes!"

Su Caicai was stunned and lowered her eyes and smiled: It's true, I'm afraid that everyone will forget it and say it, why do you think you are threatening like this?

"You have protected them for four hundred years, you have clearly deceived them for four hundred years." Su Caicai poured cold water on her.

"You dare to slander the gods!" Deng Hua was lit by Su Caicai, and she was about to fry again. She fisted and wanted to hit Su Caicai.

But his hands passed through Su Caicai's body and fell like a phantom.

He was stunned for a moment, looking at his completely transparent hand, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a while.

Deng Hua drooped his head and his voice was sluggish: "You are right. I have cheated them for four hundred years. If I disappear, they should be very happy... Just like my birth is not expected, my death has never been taken to heart."

The author has something to say: Thank you, Lord Mian, Xuan, for treating kidney deficiency, no sugar content, landmines that are sent for nine years, Momo!

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Lord Mian threw a landmine and threw time: 2014-01-2700:53:08

Xuan threw a landmine and threw time: 2014-01-2712:42:38

Treatment of kidney deficiency without sugar for three hundred years nine. Throw a mine to throw time: 2014-01-2714:41:16
Chapter completed!