Great Creator

Forget it, let Song Hong wake up first, and then see Xiao Qiu's reaction.

Huang Si pierced Zha Songhong's back with the tip of the oil-paper umbrella.

He did not move.

Kicked.

Song Hong turned his face over, but still did not wake up.

Doesn't this work?

The snow powder was flying in the wind, Xiao Qiu's soul stood in the snow, and the glittering tears flickered at the corner of her eyes, flowed out, and then scattered in the wind. The illusory figure does not really exist, but just a dream in the snow.

Huang Si's consciousness was connected to the Book of Creation, and he flipped through the illustrated book to make a heart-strength needle for first aid.

After giving Song Hong an injection, Huang Si poked him in the face again with an oil paper umbrella, "Hey, wake up."

Song Hong finally woke up, his body moved, and then slowly got up from the ground.

Huang Si glanced at Xiao Qiu's soul, as if still crying.

After a while, Song Hong realized his situation. He sat on the ground and barely used his internal strength, recovering his little strength. After breathing a little, he immediately bowed and said, "Dame Huang saved me...Thank you..."

"Song Hong," said Huang Si, "woke you up because I saw Xiao Qiu's soul."

Those godless eyes brightened in an instant.

It was like a traveler in the desert saw Ganquan.

Song Hong didn't care about the state of embarrassment, and crawled to the ground in front of Huang Si, begging: "If it is possible, I would like to ask Master Huang to save Xiao Qiu. I am willing to pay any price, and I will not hesitate."

At any price? At what you want?

Such familiar words.

In Huang Si's heart, he only felt hehe.

This Song Hong said exactly the same thing before.

In order to find Zhou Xia, say it again at any price, in order to save Xiaoqiu, say it again?

Is the price of your family so easy to pay?

Lao Tzu is not a resurrection tool man.

Really think the family members are Chinese cabbage?

"Song Hong, I am fair and will give you the right to choose."

Huang Si said lightly: "First, I will give you a chance to make you a **** and see Zhou Xia in the heavens."

This sentence completely exceeded Song Hong's expectations.

This is not so much a choice as it is a gift!

Song Hong looked at Huang Si in disbelief, and the blood in his body was about to boil.

Twenty years, he has been waiting for this day for twenty years!

Now, the true gods promised him personally that he would have the opportunity to get what he wanted, and it would not be wasted his endless pursuit for many years!

The second item is not even needed. If it were not for fear that angered Huang Si, Song Hong would almost have to make a choice without waiting for him to finish.

However, Huang Si gave the second option, an option that is cold and cruel, making it impossible to put it on both ends of the balance with the previous option:

"Second, if you give up this opportunity, you will never see Zhou Xia. But I will help you resurrect Xiao Qiu. However, she cannot use her original body and can only resurrect her body. Xiao Qiu will not have the appearance you are familiar with, and there is a high probability. There is no memory of the past."

The heat flow froze in Song Hong's eyes.

"Become a **** and realize your long-term wish; or let Xiaoqiu be a person who has nothing to do with you and resurrect, choose one of the two, choose for yourself."

Alternative?

How does he choose?

Can you choose this kind of thing?

Song Hong was hit by a heavy hammer and sat down on the ground again.

Huang Si looked at him coldly.

Was it knocked down like this?

Whether you choose to be a **** or a great victim, it's just a choice. Humans are animals of desire, and Huang Si never looks down on people who obey his inner desires. Unless they provoke him, say otherwise.

However, a person who can't face his own heart, even lacks the courage to choose, is the most wasteful.

Don't worry about this kind of waste.

Since I didn't want to care about Song Hong, Huang Si planned to deal with Xiao Qiu's business first.

In fact, even if Song Hong didn't choose Xiaoqiu, Huang Si would resurrect her. After all, the original cause of Xiaoqiu's death was actually counted in the head of millet water. Father bears the child’s pot, forget it.

He came to Xiao Qiu's soul, stretched out his hand, pierced her soul phantom, the two souls intertwined, and he was able to talk to Xiao Qiu directly.

"Xiao Qiu." Huang Si called to her.

The powerful will penetrated directly into Xiao Qiu's consciousness through the interlacing of the soul, and she finally turned her head slightly and looked at Huang Si.

"Xiao Qiu, if you still have a nostalgia for the world, just accept me as Lord, and I will resurrect you."

Xiao Qiu lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

Then, looking at Huang Si, she nodded slowly.

"Okay, recognize the Lord by yourself."

Xiao Qiu looked a little confused.

"Don't know how to do it?" Huang Si felt a little troublesome. This Xiaoqiu probably has no memory of his soul, and his reaction is relatively slow. "Well, then, which deity do you believe in? Treat me as Him and finish your soul. Just entrust it to me completely. Would you like to recognize me as Lord?"

Xiao Qiu's soul finally tried to speak after a long period of silence, and she uttered an extremely weak soul voice:

"Master...I, willing to..."

Huang Si pressed his hand to Xiao Qiu's soul, the golden light flickered, and the assimilation was completed.

Surprisingly smooth, Xiao Qiu took the initiative to recognize the Lord.

After the assimilation was completed, Huang Si saw all Xiao Qiu's memories so far.

"This is such a scumbag," Huang Si couldn't help saying.

Because I couldn't find Zhou Xia, I started to fall, drunk and gambled to find emotional substitutes and mentally tortured the little girls. This is too scumbag.

Huang Si was about to grab Xiao Qiu's soul and flashed, but Song Hong said in a hoarse voice, unexpectedly, Song Hong said:

"Master Huang, please help me revive Xiao Qiu."

"You are late, late."

Song Hong panicked, he stretched out his hand to hold the corner of Huang Si's clothes, and said almost imploringly: "Master Huang, I don't want anything else, please revive Xiao Qiu! As long as Xiao Qiu can survive, whatever will happen. I don't want anything!!!"

Huang Si originally wanted to leave directly, but couldn’t help asking, “Don’t you know that I’m not a human race? Whatever I say can be achieved. Isn’t it good to be a god? Is it bad to see Zhou Xia? Why let A person who has nothing to do with you is resurrected?"

That's right, Huang Si is trying maliciously, otherwise, why give two options that are so disparate.

"I've been looking for Zhou Xia for 20 years, and now I just give up? Your persistence just give up like this? What's more, you only accepted Xiaoqiu as an apprentice because of Zhou Xia's appearance. Even if she is resurrected, she won't have her past appearance. , I don’t even remember you. To you, it’s just a stranger. Why do you choose to resurrect her?"

Yes, this is simply an unequal choice.

Human nature can't stand the test. Sometimes, the balance never skews, just because the bargaining chip is not high enough.

So Huang Si is on the side of the balance, add more weights to see if it is crooked.

Sentence after sentence penetrated Song Hong's mind~www.wuxiamtl.com~ tearing his heart.

However, he still knelt down and said hoarsely on the ground where mud and water were mixed with remnants of snow:

"Yes, I don't want anything by myself. I killed her. I'm sorry. She didn't do anything wrong. She shouldn't just die like this... So..."

Song Hong's fingers were pressed on the ground, his knuckles were cold and red and swollen, and he uttered the last few words intermittently:

"As long as she is still alive. No, me, she, she will only live...better..."

Song Hong knelt on the ground, lest Huang Si would not agree, kowtow desperately, hoping for a trace of pity.

"So, God, please save Xiao Qiu."

He has given up all the past, obsession, dignity, identity, opportunity, and future, just in exchange for resurrecting Xiao Qiu.

Even if he doesn't get anything by himself, he doesn't hesitate to lose everything.