When he turned around, he saw her, dressed in a white Shikasendai disciple's outfit, rushing towards him.

Her smile seemed to relieve all his pain, and he couldn't help but reach out to meet her, trying to hold her tightly in his arms.

This is the last dream of this life, taking him across the long and treacherous Lechuan River, drinking Meng Po soup, and still firm.

In the next life, I will go to Shikasendai.

Find her.

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Van Lingshu ran towards the Flame Sand River, but was quickly grabbed by a hand to stop her from rushing into the river with a hot head.

Hearing a 'poof' sound in his ears, it was Jiang Shaoxin who jumped down without hesitation.

He didn't care how many crocodiles there were, he just wanted to be with him.

The river of flames and sand was full of blood, all his blood.

Jiang Shaoxin was crying while swimming, and all his tears were washed away by the river, no matter what approached him, he attacked like crazy, and he didn't care about the scars on his body at all.

"Brother, brother......"

He searched around in the water, but there was not a trace of him.

He was devastated, his mind was muddy, his eyes were blood-red, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He hated it...... There are so many people in this world, why are they unlucky?

It shouldn't be...... Even if he dies, it's good to leave his happiness to his brother.

But those people, after hurting him, didn't let go of his brother.

Even if he chooses to become a man, he still doesn't protect him......

Self-blame, anger, hatred...... It was all in his chest, and he suddenly emerged from the bottom of the water, and the wolf's eyes were gloomy.

"I'm going to curse you......," he said, trembling.

The sky suddenly changed color because of his words, and thick dark clouds quickly gathered and hung over everyone's heads.

The eerie wind swept through everything like a ghost crying wolf.

The people of the Jiang family were blown around, looking for a place to hide, even a first-class cultivator like Jiang Wanglou couldn't stand steadily.

Fan Lingshu was hugged into a warm and stable embrace, no matter how the wind blew, this person stood firm and unmoved.

Fan Lingshu raised his head and glanced at him, only to find that he was looking at the place where the dark clouds were raging on the river, pursing his lips, and his expression was very strange.

"I swear in the name of the King of the Beasts that I am willing to give everything I have in exchange for a curse to the evil god!"

Jiang Shaoxin looked up at the sky and shouted so loudly that his throat broke.

"Please help me with the evil gods, so that the Jiang clan will be cut off from now on, and all the clansmen will become monsters who are not human and beasts! All of them are in different places, and there is no place to bury them! ”

The evil god is a legend on the Dragon Spirit Continent.

The reason why a legend is a legend is that most people think that it does not exist at all, because the most evil person on the continent is already the king of the demon race.

However, this legendary evil god does not belong to the Protoss, does not belong to the Demon Race, does not belong to any of the Six Realms, he is just the embodiment of extreme evil.

It is rumored that he indulges in all hatred, resentment, and sorrow, and that all the forces of evil are at his disposal.

Therefore, when someone is occupied by strong evil thoughts, you can summon him out and ask him for a wish.

Of course, the price to pay for the fulfillment of wishes is terrible.

I don't know what Jiang Shaoxin will give? Looking at his state, he must not care about anything.

But is there really an evil god in this world?