Chapter 914: His little girl is still waiting for him to come home

In his previous life in Luoyang City, he had ordered all Buddha statues and temples to be blown up. Those homeless monks called him a scourge. There were also monks with firm beliefs who chose to die as martyrdom and turned into dust with the temple.
At that time, he laughed at them for their ignorance.
But now, he and his horses and soldiers were destroyed by the collapsed Buddha statue, as if the gods punished him for trampling on the creatures.
Xiao Yi had no expression on his face, reached out his hand to touch, and all he felt was nothingness.
He slowly dropped his hand.
Not sure if he is dead.
In the ancient silence, a cool wind suddenly came oncoming.
There was a murmur from the front.
Xiao Yi raised his eyelashes, and there were pictures floating around.
He saw the white-clothed prince hunting by the Weishui River, holding a sword and killing himself. His head was taken back to Chang'an and hung on the high tower as a sinner.
He saw Xiao Qingyang, his only sister, hugging Nan Chengyi in front of the Buddha statue, and was buried in the continuous fire.
He saw Wen Zhining and Xiao Zizhong falling down the high beacon tower, so sad and desolate, like falling petals at dusk.
He saw the two elders who loved him, the elder princess and the prince Zhen Guo, both died at the rejoicing wedding...
He returned to Chang'an only two years ago.
But the people he cared about left him one by one.
How did that happen?
He suddenly remembered a Western monk he met outside the Pingping Temple in his previous life.
He asked the eminent monks for advice on the Dharma, and asked whether people had reincarnations or afterlife.
The eminent monk put his palms together and told him with a smile that the little lady of the Nan family will have a destiny in the next life, but he may not.
Buddha repairs the afterlife.
Contaminated with too much blood and killing, how can you be blessed in the next life?
Shura on the battlefield, the lone star of the gods.
The eight-character remarks blasted into Xiao Yi's ears like thunder.
In the darkness, Xiao Yi had no blood on his face.
He never paid attention to the words of the eminent monk in his previous life.
But now that I think about it, Nan Jiaojiao was injured in the mine, and the doctor said that she would no longer be able to conceive an heir, which meant he would never have an heir himself.
karma.
Could it be that the pain Nan Jiaojiao endured was all the evil fruit he had created?
The pictures around have scattered.
Right in front, the waves were surging and the coral was blood red.
The man was immersed in the water with his eyes closed, his limbs locked with heavy dark iron chains, his long black hair like seaweed stretched and floated in the water, his thin coat could only cover the key points, and his muscles were covered with shocking scars.
Even if the life and death is unknown, that handsome face still showed a strong and cruel face. The eyes of the Danfeng flying diagonally into the temple looked like a knife trapped in a treasure box, looking beautiful and sharp.
There were countless sharp blades protruding from all directions, and the sharp blade pointed directly at the man under the water, as if he would be tortured as long as he moved slightly.
Xiao Yi was startled.
This man...
is it him?
Is it the end of his slaughter of creatures?
He wanted to reach out and touch, but the picture disappeared quietly in an instant.
Eternal darkness enveloped him again.
Xiao Yi lowered his eyelashes.
If in the future, he will be trapped in an underwater cage, what about Nan Jiaojiao?
The little girl was squeamish and stupid. He listened to him and ran to be loyal to Shen Jiang. If she hadn't been behind him, she would be eaten to death by Shen Jiang.
Even the Nanjia she cares about will be used by Shen Jiang.
He said he would protect her for life.
Nan Jiaojiao can't live without him...
Even if he fights against the sky, he can't end up like that!
A strange force quietly extended to the limbs of the man.
Overcast.
The raindrops penetrated the gap between the rocks and landed on the man's scarred face.
Xiao Yi lay under the huge boulder, unconsciously groping around with his right hand - until he touched the Modao he was familiar with.
He slowly opened his eyes.
He tried to move his body, but found that he could not move.
There was a smell of blood coming from all directions.
He turned his head slowly.
The armor was shattered, and the brave army turned into a fuzzy mass of flesh and blood.
He looked, his thin lips pale.
It would be fine if he had not remembered his previous life, but he remembered all of them. Those souls who died under his sword had also been so miserable, countless fertile fields were destroyed, and the whole land was devastated.
It was his fault.
It was a tragedy that really happened, even if it started from the beginning, it still couldn't erase the evil results he made.
Tian Dao gave him the opportunity to come back again, but he also had to punish him severely in this life, using conspiracy and tricks to take away his family, using war to slaughter his soldiers, and using Nan Jiaojiao's nine deaths to call him Taste what it's like to be alone...
Nan Jiaojiao always tells him to accumulate blessings, isn't it because she has been sensitive to something?
But he still refused to admit defeat.
The brother's sibling's grievances have not yet been reported, and the cruel woman is still sitting firmly on top of the nine palaces, and the emperor's child is just a low-ranking concubine.
His little girl is still waiting for him to come home.
The dark pupils turned blood red.
The five fingers gradually clenched Mo Dao.
The next moment, the man roared--
On the cliff.
The breeze passed by, raindrops rustling.
The Taoist priest with a cinnabar mole on his eyebrows wears a azure robe, rides a green bull, and plays with peonies boredly.
He listened to the roar from under the stone pile, and smiled: "Monk, is your illusion useful? Didn't it mean that you can see the future? He saw it and should be afraid. Why is he still so stubborn?"
The monk of the Western Regions with a deep outline, holding an umbrella in one hand, stood quietly in the rain.
He chanted "Amitabha Buddha" and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Donor is too serious to kill him and shouldn't be reminded of his previous life. He sacrificed the throne to the emperor. In this life, there is no blessing from the Ziwei Emperor. The dead soul under the sword has created the demon of his life, and his future will be very difficult."
Poinsettia raised his eyebrows and sighed: "I wanted to use this hand to make him understand the benefits of being an emperor and being blessed by Ziwei Emperor Star, killing the little junior sister and cutting off the cause and effect, and from now on, peace of mind, the ruler of the kingdoms and the world , But his reaction was beyond my expectation..."
Before he could say anything, the pile of stones rumbling.
The Jiu Chi Mo Knife was like an axe that opened the world, and suddenly cut away the boulder!
It's early summer.
Thunder and lightning flashed in the dark clouds.
The man's armor was broken and he was covered in blood, his long hair arrogantly danced without wind in the downpour, and the bloodshot eyes of Danfeng showed strong killing intent.
Through the rain curtain, he looked at the gloomy sky, arrogant and domineering.
Jiu Chi Mo Dao pointed directly at the sky.
As if to provoke the gods with flesh and blood.
"crazy."
The poinsettia shook his head.
Xiao Yi's eyes fell on the end of the mountain wall.
There stands a great Buddha in good condition, which has not been destroyed by explosives.
The big Buddha Baoxiang was solemn, watching him with a smile.
He was furious: "What are you looking at?"
The other party did not answer him.
Nan Baoyi and Yin Sui finally arrived.
From a distance, Nan Baoyi saw Xiao Yi.
The man was arrogant and unfamiliar, as if the desperate and angry man in his previous life crawled out of and returned to the world.
Her heart beat violently.
She desperately jumped out of the carriage, and quickly climbed up the rubble: "Second brother!"
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