She just took pity.

Pity this child has been tortured, pity him tormented by his own resentment, trapped in it, it is difficult to escape.

So when he was forced to separate twice and was played between his palms, Song Qingxiao was not angry—because he knew that this was a way for him to vent his resentment.

But now, with a playful attitude, he treats the lives of ordinary people like ants, playing with his fingers, and let her choose, her face finally changed.

The body of the demon soul transformed by Qing Mingling in mid-air shook slightly-it had broken away from the blood contract with Song Qingxiao, but it could still sense her angry emotions at this time from her body.

"You shouldn't despise human life."

Her tone was calm, but the full of anger was hidden inside like a suppressed undercurrent.

"Why are you angry?" The huge thread-lifting demon soul grinned, his face full of black anger:

"They are just ants."

He tilted his head:

"Now they are trading their lives in exchange for your chance to go back to the past, don't you want to?" His words revealed a bit of sly:

"Didn't you keep saying, didn't you deliberately treachery? You abandon us compellingly."

"Now I give you the opportunity to go back in time and choose again. Why are you angry?"

His voice was mixed with yin bird, resounding back and forth in the hall.

Mixed with the grievances of the corpses, the faint struggle and cry for help from Shan Shu and others surrounded Song Qingxiao's ears.

"If you are worried that killing someone with your own hands will violate your image and dirty your hands, goddamn..." The head of the huge thread-lifting demon soul tilted forward slightly, but because of the suppression of the black thread, it was stopped just as soon as it moved. , Giving a painful gasp:

"I can……"

"I don't care about dirty hands. How about getting rid of these people for you in exchange for opportunities?"

Qing Mingling in midair also turned his head, obviously agreeing with his idea.

The surrounding air flow hit Song Qing's small body, her messy long hair wrapped around her cheek.

She has stood up, her lips pressed tightly, her hands clenched into fists, and pressed against her side.

Even if she had lost her blood contract, she could still feel Qing Mingling's expectation at this time.

It may also want to reverse time and space and change history.

If there are other ways, Song Qingxiao will naturally do his best to accomplish it at any cost.

However, the price of this reversal of time and space should not be based on human lives as an opportunity.

"How is it? Mother..." The huge thread-lifting demon soul called again.

As his fingers moved, the black lines tightened frequently, causing Uncle Shan and the others to snorted more bitterly.

But with the screams of these people, the cracks in time and space were opened one by one, and countless pictures appeared in the temple of Tiandao Temple.

"Take him away!"

In the flood, Zhang Xiaomao, who had been deeply enchanted, exhausted the last trace of reason and shouted at Song Qingxiao.

Countless huge black tentacles rose to the sky, stopping the demon guards and monks who were trying to grab the baby.

The Buddha light slapped on the hill-like body of the enchanted Zhang Xiaoniang, dark green blood splashed, and the stumped limbs flew around.

...

In the rustling autumn wind, in the corner of the city gate, there were countless unclothed people sitting or lying down.

Flies flew around them, their faces were yellow and hungry, and their faces were hollow, like corpses.

In the corner, an old man with a pale beard was lying at an abnormal angle, and his body was already stinking.

His eyes were slightly open, and his eyes were covered with a layer of gray-white mucus, and black water was pouring out.

The shabby jacket was wrapped around him, his chest and abdomen bulging high.

A small thin hand grasped inside, and soon after, a baby's thin and deformed large head was drilled out.

The flies staying on him were frightened, and they flew all together.

...

In the cellar, Ah Qi fell to the ground, shouting mother...

In the special cell of the Heavenly Demon Guard, Ah Qi, who was covered in wounds, curled up and hid in a corner, not daring to show his body.

In the Jiu Mingzhiyou Bai Bone Mountain, a child got his head out of the bone pile, and his face was covered with black energy.

In Tiandao Temple, a barefoot child ran in the deserted corridor, shouting loudly for his mother.

...

"At any time of this, you can choose."

Each choice represents a critical moment in the transformation of Ah Qi's life. If she enters it with her current strength, she will definitely be able to reverse his life.

"Which one do you choose?"

The huge thread-lifting demon soul moved its fingers, and in turn tightened the black thread that determines the life and death of Li Quan and others, waiting for Song Qingxiao's choice.

Between the black air surging, a ‘swish’ sound rang out.

I saw a pale blue light and shadow flashing past, and several ice arrows pierced the sky and penetrated the black energy.

The ice-type spiritual power freezes the seal of magic power, severing a dozen or so devilish energy in the body of the traversing foot merchants, causing their bodies to quickly escape the control of the huge thread-lifting demon soul and land quickly.

The moment the black line broke, the door of time and space that had been opened squirmed closed.

All the births, struggles, and pains of Ah Qi were all sealed.

The darkness in the hall returned, and Qing Mingling's eyes revealed an extremely lost expression.

Everyone was overjoyed for the rest of their lives.

After regaining consciousness, Li Quan and others tremblingly moved closer, and crawled in the direction of Song Qingxiao, crying.

Although they are weak, they also long for life.

The ice spread from under their feet, forming a circle of hoarfrost, trapping them.

Black lines on the ground are like the shadow of giant snakes, swimming towards them, but when they are near the frost, they are like frostbite, and they retract quickly.

The crowd was so scared that they clung to each other and looked at Song Qingxiao with tears, waiting for her to help her.

"You used to be an ant."

Song Qingxiao raised his head, met his gaze, and faintly replied:

"You have also been controlled by others."

"To shut up!"

What responded to her was the sharp long laughter of the Demon Soul:

"Hahahahahaha — hypocrisy!"

"con man!"

"This world is the weak and the strong. If I don't kill them, they will kill me too!"

He seemed to be irritated by Song Qingxiao's words, turning his head to look at Qing Mingling:

"Did you see it? She is still such a lie!"

"Everyone is more important than us in her mind."

"In Tiandao Temple that year, she was so hypocritical and did such things to us."

"Why do you still believe her? Why do you hesitate?"

"You and I are one body. Once combined, you will be able to break the seal, kill this woman, travel the world, let me do it!"

"Kill her..."

"Kill her..."

"Kill her..."

The corpses murmured like a curse again, and the curse in a low voice this time had a profound impact on Qing Mingling.

The moment the door of time and space closed, the expectation in his eyes fell to nothing, showing an expression of injury and disappointment.

He was not sad because his life could not be reversed, but because Song Qingxiao's final choice was not him, it broke his heart.

His eyes, which had been dry, poured out black liquid, turned into two rows of tears, and slowly flowed out of the eyes.

The light on his forehead had already dimmed a lot of the ‘green’ word Ling, as he was sad to the extreme, it began to disappear again.

The ‘?’ printed in the ‘green’ character disappeared little by little, leaving only the lower part of the ‘month’.

The demon soul transformed by Qing Mingling had a strong aura bit by bit, and gradually leaned against the huge thread-lifting demon soul.

Once the branding disappears, it will be affected by the Thread Demon Soul and controlled by hatred.

Once the two merge into one, Song Qingxiao and all the prosperous merchants will still die here.

"Kill her—"

"Kill her—"

...

The curse in the corpses' mouths was endless, and the thread-lifting demon soul sensed Qing Mingling's heart loosening, grinned open the corners of his mouth, and stretched out a hand to it.

A faint regret was born in Song Qing's heart.

She remembered what she said in the cellar when she killed Big Dog and took Xiao Aqi's hand when she went back.

At that time, Xiao Aqi seemed to understand the same things, but he could keep it in his heart because of his love for her.

He is still the same person today, but because he is blinded by hatred, he dismisses her words.

"Hold on."

Although regretful, Song Qingxiao still said:

"I have another choice."

Qing Ming ordered the action of erasing the mark, and the half of the word'month' remained in its forehead. The breath on its body was changing, and the combination of malice and struggle formed an expression of incomparable contradiction.

The huge thread-lifting demon soul turned his head and stared at her at the same time as Qing Mingling, she said:

"Didn't I have three chances in total?"

The death of the three of Lao Liu gave her three opportunities to return to the past.

Although she is unwilling to kill another to create opportunities, it does not mean that she will give up the opportunity to get it.

Qing Mingling turned his head and stared at her with a pair of eyes.

Dark energy surged in its eyes, mixed with a trace of hope that he didn't even understand.

She also turned her head and stared at Qing Mingling, with an extremely determined expression in her eyes:

"He said, I was in Tiandao Temple and once again missed your appointment, which made you sad."

The eyes of the demon soul transformed by Qing Mingling flickered, his hands behind his back, did not move.

But the brand on its forehead that was rapidly fading, but with her opening, it no longer disappeared.

"If there is no reason, I don't believe I would do this." She pursed the corner of her mouth:

"Anyway, I have to go back and take a look myself."

She was talking with the huge thread-lifting demon soul, but she looked at Qing Mingling's mouth:

"I want to see what I have ever done!"

According to the words of the giant thread demon soul, Ah Qi had gone through various tortures, and after coming out of the land of the bones, he went to Tiandao Temple to find her whereabouts.

What is certain is that during this period of time, Ah Qi did not hate her until the two sides met in Tiandao Temple.

The encounter this time was completely different from what Ah Qi had imagined. It caused a change in the relationship between the two parties and made him love to hate.

As a result, Tiandao Temple had an accident and was sealed. She also lost her strength in the scene for some reason.

What happened in the middle was very important. In any case, Song Qingxiao had to take a look at it in person.

Among the three opportunities, the first two endings were very regrettable. At the last chance, she wanted to see if she could do something to reverse the ending.

The hall went quiet.

All the babbles in the corpse's mouth disappeared, they seemed to be controlled by a kind of power, and they didn't even shake anymore.

The huge thread-lifting demon soul turned his head, and those eyes that were as deep as a deep abyss stared at her. Qing Ming made his gaze turn and nodded laboriously.

It is the same body with the huge thread-lifting demon soul, and they influence each other. The thread-lifting demon soul wants to merge with the body, and then escapes from the seal, naturally it is impossible to violate its idea.

"can."

He thought for a while, then nodded.

Black energy floated behind him, and under the control of countless black threads, the corpse hanging above his head trembled.

"But this time when you go back, you are just a passer-by, you can see what you have experienced..."

He said very cunningly:

"You can't change the process..."

"But--" He turned around, and then glanced at Qing Mingling who was full of expectation, with endless malice and temptation in his eyes:

"You are my godmother after all-I will eventually give you a chance to change the ending, it depends on how you choose."

Song Qingxiao sensed the resentment in his words, and knew that this so-called ‘opportunity’ was very likely a trap against her.

It's just that now, she has no retreat, even if she knows that there is danger ahead, she has to go for a break and figure out what happened back then!

Li Quan, Uncle Shan and others stared at her with a very scared and pleading look, but the scene before them quickly dissipated like fog.

The half-destroyed hall, the hanging corpses, and the horrifying huge threaded demon soul gradually disappeared, and the light quickly penetrated the blockade of the clouds, dispelling the haze, and shining into this ancient temple that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years.

‘Boom—Boom—’

The long bell rang, and the loud voices came into Song Qing's small ears very noisy.

"Ah—" a painful moan came from under Song Qingxiao~lightnovelpub.net~ She subconsciously looked down and saw a scrawny elderly beggar lying under her feet with a mouth. The saliva flowed out, his face was pale yellow, and the whites of his eyes were blue and gray, as if his life was not long.

There was yellow water seeping out of the beggar's body, which seemed to be very painful, and he groaned finely from time to time.

A little boy of the same age as Ah Qi sat on his knees beside him, sucking the teardrops in his eyes, with a look of both fear and alertness.

He is somewhat similar to Ah Qi.

It's not just about age, but a look in the eyes that they all revealed after sufferings that don't belong to their age.

Carefully, there is a desire for survival, but it seems to be numb by reality, with a very contradictory feeling.

The boy was very thin. He got a worn-out sack to put it on his body from nowhere. The open mouths on both sides of his armpits could see the distinct ribs around his waist, which almost covered the bones with skin.

His stomach is big, and the veins of his blood vessels are very clear, like green worms crawling under his skin.

"Grandpa, grandpa don't die."

He begged softly, leaning over to wipe the saliva from the corner of the old man's mouth.

The head hit, Song Qing instinctively wanted to dodge, but in the next instant, he saw the child's hand trembling through her legs and falling onto the old man's face.

"This……"

Her pupils dilated, and she understood the meaning of the thread-lifting demon soul in Tiandao Temple.

"Just a passerby..."

"You can see what happened... There is no way to change the process..."

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