"It was Feng Tian who killed Que Yan, but you blamed all your hatred on Mo Zhao. On the one hand, you tricked me into letting Mo Zhao undergo the tribulation to nourish his soul, and on the other hand, you made him suffer from the shadow that he couldn't let go during the tribulation. Even now, you still want to kill him. Have I been too gentle over the past thousand years? That a small god like you dared to provoke me?"
Baili Xiyao walked slowly to Si Ming and said, "With a dark heart like yours, you are not worthy of Que Yan at all."
After he finished speaking, Baili Xiyao stretched out his hand and condensed a crystal ball into the center of Siming's eyebrows.
After a moment, Siming curled up on the ground in pain, holding his head with his hands, his face grim and full of pain.
In response to this, Baili Xiyao's face was cold and gloomy, as if he didn't see it.
When the evil spirit on Siming's body dissipated and he collapsed to the ground weakly, Baili Xiyao lowered his eyes and looked down at Siming, and opened his red lips slightly, "Originally, even if I didn't know whether Queyan was interested in you, I was going to let you go and let you go to find Queyan's soul. If you can win Queyan's heart, it can be considered a good relationship, and the suffering you have endured in finding Queyan can be regarded as paying back for what you did to Mo Zhao, but you insisted on forcing yourself into a desperate situation."
"Even if I kill you now, it won't quell the anger in my heart. You've been in love with Que Yan for years, yet you've never had the courage to speak out and fight for her. Therefore, I will punish you by making you suffer for a hundred lifetimes without the love you desire. This love is a metaphor for: the love of blood relatives, the pure love of friends, and the true love of lovers."
After he finished speaking, Baili Xiyao snapped his fingers, and Siming disappeared from the spot. He turned around and returned to He Mozhao, broke the sword, and grabbed the neck of the God of Realm through the air with a click.
As the Realm God's envoy disappeared, a demonic voice was heard.
"Wow, wow, wow~ Where did this little beauty come from? She's just my type!"
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