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A sigh came from my ear: "You're too noisy." I felt helpless and helpless, like a big wolfhound pretending to be ferocious.
"In that case, you should cover my mouth, not my eyes." Indra raised the corners of his lips with clear meaning, took his big hands away from his eyes, and placed them on his lips.
Asura's hand lightly touched those two delicate and flower-like thin lips, and he suddenly retracted his hand as if struck by lightning, and the sharp elf ears unconsciously stained a faint red.
"Asura, you really are..." Indra stood on tiptoe and blew teasingly into his ear. Seeing his dark red skin was red as if it was about to bleed, Indra was suddenly pushed away by a force, "Stop joking, Indra."
"I didn't. I just wanted to tell you something."
"If you have something to say, just say it." Ashura glared at him.
Emperor Shitian's beautiful eyes looked at him, and he smiled cleverly. His innocent expression was replaced by a hint of cunning.
"I can't remember what I was going to say just now."
"You! You did it on purpose?" Asura was furious.
The streets of the human race are filthy, littered with rotting food and filthy garbage. In this world, war rages among humans, ghosts, and gods, leaving no one unharmed. Thus, no one cares about material possessions; they simply want to survive.
Indra's eyes swept with compassion over the humans lying in the corner who were barely breathing. They were all gray in color, and they were in two different worlds.
"You Celestials often proclaim your commitment to saving all living beings, yet you pride yourselves on your noble status and have never personally set foot in the human world. Naturally, you have not seen the prosperity and sins here."
Ashura walked ahead, oblivious to all this. He said sarcastically, "You stopped here, are you trying to save them?"
"With my weak strength, I can only barely protect myself. My strength is not enough to protect others." He could feel the pain of everyone around him, but he was helpless.
"But you, Ashura, you possess a power powerful enough to end wars, don't you have any ideas?"
Faced with this sudden question, Ashura just smiled.
"If that were possible, why would wars continue for hundreds of years?"
Indra dropped his hands, feeling pathetic and powerless. He muttered to himself, "Yes, my goal is to prevent this from happening again..."
He firmly believed that Indra possessed such power, but he could not become the hero who ended the war. This was his selfish desire.
"There are no ifs in this world," Asura suddenly spoke, his eyes sharper than ever, staring directly at Indra. "Although I am a ghost, I also yearn for beauty and light. What I want to do is drive those Celestials who have usurped our rightful place out of the ghost realm and send them back to where they came from. This is our territory!"
"Do we have to fight?" Indra looked at him deeply and sadly. Behind him was a gloomy street, and he was dressed in pure white with golden light.
Without answering the question directly, Ashura stretched out his hand towards Indra.
Indra raised his golden eyes and looked.
"Be careful. The rocks in the human world can scratch your feet."
"It won't happen if you hold my hand," Ashura added.
"Ashura, promise me one thing. It's okay to lie to me."
Indra's tone was rarely serious, and his smooth golden hair was blown by the wind. He looked as if shrouded in divine light, particularly sacred.
"Oh? Go ahead."
"When that moment comes, no matter what, you must firmly believe in the righteous choice in your heart."
Indra held Asura's shoulders and his tone became rarely excited.
"You guy..." Ashura was about to say something when some fragments suddenly flashed through his mind. He felt that this scene seemed familiar.
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