Soon, it roared at the crowd again, "Humble mortals, I will let you all become blood food to nourish my body! Then go and crush that ant to death. Hehehe, don't be afraid or panic, this is your honor!"
After the two-headed lion finished speaking, it stretched out its desperate claws and fangs and rushed towards everyone.
“Master!”
Buxiu was so scared that he hugged Mingguang's neck tightly, curled up into a ball, and two lines of clear tears flowed uncontrollably.
"My life is over!"
"My life is over!"
"Zheng Sanguan is going to die today!"
…
Qingshuang stood there in a daze, with endless desperate wails in her ears.
She had never seen such a terrifying monster before, and she couldn't help feeling sad.
He recalled that he had spent his whole life pursuing the path to immortality. He was aloof and cold, not caring about worldly affairs, and even disdaining to deal with mortals. He always felt that with his own talent, he would become an immortal sooner or later.
But it just turned into ashes. Before dying, she came to her senses and thought of the young man in blue who she despised and risked his life to save her. Her red lips were filled with bitterness and depression.
Qingshuang closed her eyes in despair. She seemed to have figured out the original intention of becoming an immortal. Perhaps she was willing to risk her life like the young man in green, to save one person or a thousand people, and still had a heart to sacrifice herself for justice.
Becoming an immortal is not about transcending the mundane world and drawing a clear line between oneself and ordinary people, nor is it about looking down on all living beings from a high position and showing off one's superiority.
Perhaps, this is what it means to hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening!
“Bang, bang!”
“Bang, bang!”
The next second, the dull sound of heavy drums lingered in Qingshuang's ears, followed by a "hum!" sound like thunder.
She opened her eyes curiously and immediately looked surprised and shocked, her breathing quickened.
Then a three-meter-tall strong man with a yellow turban appeared between heaven and earth.
The giant wore a yellow turban, his face was ruby-colored, his beard was long and flowing, his face was firm and tough, his eyes were cold, his muscles were knotted all over his body, and the lines of every muscle were clearly visible, as if it contained tremendous strength, just like a masterpiece of nature, an exquisite sculpture.
He holds a halberd in his hand, looking majestic and insolent, with a faint cloud of mist rising behind him.
Exactly:
He was wearing golden iron armor and holding a long spear, looking very majestic.
Wearing silver-green cloud-long shoes, he guards the altar and shoos away demons.
"immortal!"
Hope gleamed in Qingshuang's eyes again, and her body trembled uncontrollably with excitement.
There may be hope here!
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