Fighter of the Destiny

Tonight, this situation has occurred several times.

When Zhu Ye and others came to the lakeside and discovered that the owner of the Cinnabar Pill was Chen Changsheng, they also sighed similarly.

Among the snow peaks, Zhu Ye's legs were cut off by the sound of the piano. As he waited for death while looking at the starry sky, he sighed quietly.

At this time, Chen Changsheng looked at the middle-aged scholar and couldn't help but sigh.

The gap between the two sides is too big. Even if you use all your means, all your wisdom, and even your blood, there is no way to reverse the current situation.

Of course you will be unwilling to give in, but you are extremely helpless and helpless. Thousands of emotions are intertwined, and finally turn into a sigh.

Chen Changsheng was shocked and puzzled. They said the abyss was endless, so why was he still alive and appearing in front of him?

Thinking about these things, he glanced at Hai Di but said nothing.

After hearing the clear sound of the piano, Hai Di turned his head and looked away, and then made no move. His eyes were always fixed on the direction of the sound, which is where the middle-aged scholar is standing.

This big shot of the demon clan was very stiff now, both physically and mentally, but Chen Changsheng was sure that he must have known what he had seen.

The look was inquiring.

Should we join forces?

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The human race and the demon race have been fighting for many years. Both sides have suffered heavy casualties and have deep hatred. Especially after the peace agreement between Emperor Taizong and the demon king was torn up a thousand years ago, unless there are some extreme circumstances, such as the unforgettable old grudge of the Liang family that everyone was beheaded, or like that year. Zhou Du|husband's old story, the strong men on both sides never joined forces again. Shang Xingzhou secretly presided over the Tianshu Mausoleum change, and only maintained a tacit understanding of non-interference with the big shots in Xuelao City, and would never directly leverage each other.

No one can bear the infamy of Qianqiu.

If Chen Changsheng wants to join forces with Hai Di, he does not need to worry about this problem, because his identity as a middle-aged scholar will make the entire continent agree with his approach.

Moreover, this matter has certain feasibility, and Hai Di is very likely to agree to join forces with him.

More than two years ago, after the rebellion in Xue Lao City, the demon king died, Nan Ke disappeared, and countless royal ministers loyal to the old dynasty were killed. However, Hai Di survived, and his reputation was even greater than before. He now controls the demon military. No matter how you look at the powerful position on the front line, he must be one of the rebels.

If he wants to survive tonight, he must join forces with Chen Changsheng.

The temptation to kill Chen Changsheng, the pope of the human race, was indeed great, but killing the middle-aged scholar was obviously more important to Hai Di than anything else in the world.

Hai Di did not respond to Chen Changsheng's questioning gaze, but still looked at the middle-aged scholar, wary and fearful, holding the hand of the broken monument tightly.

The dilapidated garden was very quiet. In fact, everyone present knew what this quiet meant.

Nan Ke's eyes became more and more indifferent, and the wings slowly swinging in the night wind became darker and darker, looking more and more enchanting.

At this time, the middle-aged scholar's voice rang.

I'm dying.

His voice was ordinary.

Ordinary indifference, ordinary majesty, ordinary supremacy, nothing special about it.

But if one looked closely at his face, one would notice something very unusual.

The face of the middle-aged scholar seemed to be forever shrouded in a faint layer of night.

In the night, there are countless brocade characters with golden light dancing slowly. Below the brocade characters, there are paintings full of landscapes, sometimes a desert, sometimes a blue sea. As he raises his eyebrows and moves his lips, those blue seas create waves. The desert is rushing, and the scenery is extremely vivid, but it is also extremely lonely, because there is no one in this diverse scenery.

And when he said the words I'm about to die, the world became a lot darker, as if it would disappear in the next moment.

Therefore, Chen Changsheng knew that he was telling the truth.

He remembered that he had heard Melisa say similar words many years ago in the ecclesiastical office, in a room filled with all kinds of plum blossoms.

More than two years ago, he couldn't remember whether he was in the Imperial Palace or the National Education Academy, and he heard this sentence from his uncle, the Catholic Master.

He thought for a while and said to the middle-aged scholar: As long as you are alive, you will die.

The middle-aged scholar said: The fourth wonderful sentence of Daoyuan Fu.

Chen Changsheng did not ask what the top three witty sentences were, because everyone will have their own understanding and perception when reading Dao Zang. Of course, he would not be surprised because the other party easily recognized that his sentence came from Dao Yuan Fu. Because it is known to the whole world that this man is knowledgeable and is the most amazing scholar in the old city of Houxue, Tunguska.

But who is really willing to die? For example, Tianhai, Yin, or those old friends from earlier. No matter how calm they behave, why are they willing to walk into the darkness respectfully? I don't even want to Yes, so I crawled out of that horrible darkness and came here to see you.

With the slow narration, the night color on the middle-aged scholar's face became darker and darker, making it more and more difficult to look directly at him.

Listening to the tone of his voice, Zhizhi vaguely guessed his identity, but she couldn't believe it, and her voice trembled slightly.

You...what exactly do you want to do?

Your father said back then that you didn't like reading and had a silly temperament. It seems that's true tonight.

The middle-aged scholar had a gentle expression and said to her like an elder: Don't worry, for the sake of your father, of course I won't embarrass you.

Through these words, Zhizhi confirmed his identity. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He subconsciously looked at Chen Changsheng, his eyes looking particularly confused and helpless.

Countless years ago, a great Xuanshuang dragon did not want to succeed as the leader of the dragon clan and went to the mainland.

On the mainland, it met many equally great beings, and then died in Zhou Garden.

That was her father.

Only one of those great beings was her father's friend, or in other words, her father only admired that one.

As time passed, the Great Zhou Dynasty had changed several emperors, the Lishan Sword Sect had changed its head three times, and the Tang family had changed its head twice, but only one would always sit at the top of the palace. So many ordinary people have a wrong understanding, as if since ancient times, there is only one demon in the sky and on earth...the demon king.

Yes, the middle-aged scholar is the devil.

He is the most powerful and talented king in the history of Xue Lao City, his majesty worshiped by the demon race, and the most feared enemy of the human race.

If it hadn't been for the sudden emergence of countless geniuses in the human race at the beginning of his reign, the demon race would have long ago occupied the entire continent under his leadership.

But no matter Zhou Du|fu, Chen Xuanba, Emperor Taizong, Wang Zhice a thousand years ago, or Tianhai, Yin and Shang a thousand years later, there is no way to truly defeat him.

Facing the powerful human race that spewed out like stars, he still led the demon race to stand firm in the northern continent, just like the eternal night above Xue Lao City.

From any point of view, he is the greatest demon king of the generation.

No matter since ancient times, in heaven or on earth.

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(Don’t walk into that darkness submissively, of course it comes from that poem. Interstellar is good on that poem. It is completely opposite to the final point. Nolan needs to make a film that everyone can accept. The ending is something that makes me feel extremely regretful. I think this attitude is sharp and powerful.)