The Spirit World

Chapter 954 Heavenly Palace (Seventeen)
If life could always be like our first encounter, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?

Waiting for leisure to change but the old people's mind, but the old people's mind is easy to change.

After the conversation at Mount Li, the night is half over, and I will never complain about the rain and the bell.
How about the unfaithful man in brocade clothes, who made a wish to be together forever. 】

Although, to me, nothing matters anymore.

[Imperial capital, high walls, flowers falling in the red garden]

"What's the point of growing old in vain? I'm not a three- to five-month-old kitten that can't catch a mouse."

She picked up her pen and began to copy a painting.

"Back then, when the king abandoned us, he didn't necessarily have much affection for us. Now that I think about it, we are too ungrateful... and we still miss his kindness... That's why we are in this situation now."

Her eyes were all scarlet, and the red murderous aura lingered all over her body like a raging storm condensed in the blue sky, caressing her delicate body in a moment, leaving only a little jealous whiteness.

"But at least, we managed to hold on. Except for Wuxin Lanluo, except for Lilia, except for... Ju Junyi... except for... Gong Xinlin..."

The more she counted, the lonelier she felt.

She didn't look up, and the people around her also looked around, as if they were looking at all their remaining friends.

"There are only a few of us left."

Yes, this world is too lonely. How come... there are only five of them left?

"Me, Chuchu, you, Zhenxin Lanluo, and Little Shark..."

"I forgot... there is also him..."

She seemed to have not seen him for a long time, so she paused.

"The nine of us once had each other, but we went our separate ways for a long time..."

Here, she is [Red].

Red is the ultimate color. Other colors pale in comparison to it. Moreover, she comes from Xunhuangying.

"I can't go back... Mi Shang... Everything has been predetermined. The king no longer has people. The royal family has been destroyed for three thousand years... This cannot be changed."

He was dressed in white, and in front of her, the white turned into a dazzling red, as if he was also wearing a gorgeous suit.

Mishang is the ancient name for "red".

"I don't care! I only care! I have to drag them all into the water! Then I will be satisfied!" A purple shark roamed in the shadows. It was tiny, and it moved easily among the screens of flowers and birds. It seemed to bite them, but it also passed through their bodies.

The glowing crystals appeared chaotic and dull because of their presence.

"Lan Luo! He lost half of his power! Chu Chu is like a madman!"

The little purple shark grinned with his fangs pointed, and no one knew whether he was laughing or mocking.

"The only ones I can rely on are you! Him! And me!"

He gritted his teeth!
"The three of us are enough! Drag them all into the abyss at the bottom of the sea! They will never be able to stand up again!"

And Bai became silent again.

"You overestimate yourself, little shark. Remember how they sealed you away in the first place? Arrogant!"

Mi Shang snorted and drew the stroke with greater force, causing the ink to splash down.

"Although they can no longer unite, the power the king gave to humans is still too strong... He shouldn't have done that! But as our king said, it is precisely because he is who he is that he would do that..."

She recalled the past with a hint of regret, and it is no exaggeration to say that she was sad.

“Make decisions that change the world.”

"That's in the past! Our king is dead! Everything about him in the world is no longer him! He is just! A hollow shell of memories! It's meaningless!"

The little shark yelled like crazy! Yelled!
There was no current here, but after he yelled, he could feel the ocean churning here, creating huge waves! "Shut up!"

Bai stared at it fiercely, and it swung its tail like an angry child.

"Mishang, I still can't believe that the nine of us can't unite again... We have fought side by side for so long, and have been through life and death so many times. No matter how you think about it, we should cherish our past even more!"

Bai looked at Mi Shang with suspicious eyes.

Mi Shang's red evil spirit rose like smoke and then slowly burned.

"This is no longer possible... You know... They are either tired of war, or they like humans, or they are simply still hoping that someone can become the new king... This is nonsense... How can we go back to the past..."

"What we have to face...are no longer gods like Lu Zhongxing. They have already gone to the Heavenly Palace and will no longer care about the lives of humans...Now, we only have to face those insignificant humans..."

"Besides, there is no need for us to do anything. They will bring themselves to the abyss."

"It's nothing but desire, nothing but competition for resources, racial differences, and conspiracy theories that make long-term peace impossible. Isn't this how they have been for three thousand years?"

"From the wars between villages, which were like playing house, to the wars between regions, and finally to the wars between countries, countless people have died and the survivors are in great sorrow."

"They are never allowed to reflect. Even if some people are highly conscious and advocate peace, they will eventually reach a dead end."

"Because, just being different can lead to war. The only difference is the size of the war."

"We are just pouring oil on the fire, which is burning even more fiercely."

Mi Shang gritted his teeth and added the final stroke of the painting.

A painting of birds paying homage to the phoenix turned from thick colored ink into a greasy one.

She has almost no artistic talent and paints purely for pleasure. Besides, this is not a painting by her.

She just painted.

"Desire is hard to be eliminated even if one eats vegetarian food and chants Buddhist scriptures."

After saying that, she laughed.

Maybe it was because she felt that the coloring she put on was very much to her liking - this kind of bright and beautiful color made her obsessed and fascinated.

"Are humans really as useless as you say? I beg to differ."

Bai pulled up his sleeves and looked closely at the patterns on them.

"You have to know that if humans were really that despicable, the king would not have given them his power. In this world, there is no such thing as spiritual power. It is nothing more than the king's grace."

He looked towards Mi Shang, and spoke with righteous indignation and confidence.

"Being involved in something like this doesn't make me happy. Although I have a deep hatred for humans, it is also due to the death of the king. I hate those humans and those scums of the royal family!"

"We and they have different positions, different concepts, and even different reasons for killing each other."

"I can't say that I'm necessarily right, and I don't need to do the right thing. Killing someone just because they're different doesn't fit my perception."

"I have enough hatred."

"Now, there is no more..."

Bai shook his head and looked at Mi Shang in confusion.

"What other reasons do you have to fight?"

"For the king?"

"Or for the past?"

(End of this chapter)