Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 54: Transformation, frustration and anger
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The black beast in the story of Yunqin, representing doom and disaster, turned white and rippling with the power of ice and snow, like a fairy in the kingdom of God.
This is a real transformation.
Lin Xi stared blankly at Jixiang’s transformation, from the surrounding heaven and earth’s vitality and the changes in Jixiang’s breath, he was a little slow in the thin air and the extreme cold, and slowly realized that this was Jixiang’s original practice. The way, only the loss of the environment of the Ice and Snow Gods, this kind of heaven and earth vitality, the auspicious line of monsters, can survive in the great wilderness.
He is happy for good luck.
In the same real awakening change like Jixiang, he also figured out more reasons.
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The metal giant surrounded by the red-robed priest and the mountain knight marched in the north of Yunqin.
Compared with the time when I entered the Four Seasons Plain and Qingluan Academy, there have been many new devout followers in this team, and the team is even larger.
The sky gradually darkened, and a small town Yunqin appeared in front of the team.
Several red-robed priests speeded up their pace and left the team, preparing to enter this town as they did along the way, and take away some devout followers of the Demon King.
However, their steps stopped abruptly. Listening to the sound coming from behind, they didn't even dare to turn their heads, so they bowed down religiously.
The whole team bowed down to the ground, listening to the footsteps on the ground, their hearts were filled with great shock and disbelief.
Zhang Ping walked out of the giant house.
Prior to this, Zhang Ping had never been seen when he passed through all the towns and tombs.
And even in the minds of these devout believers, most of Zhang Ping's power comes from the armor of the demon king. That armor should be in the giant building, so everyone in this team also subconsciously thought that Zhang Ping should stay in the giant building.
However, although they dare not look up at Zhang Ping now, they can be sure that Zhang Ping just walked out in a simple black tunic robe and walked towards the town.
Associated with the meaning contained therein, while the bodies of all these devout believers trembled uncontrollably, their eyes became more fearful, religious and fanatical.
This is the junction of the North Miao and Ganshui provinces. It is located in a remote area. The town is small and ordinary. There is only a short street. The old and simple houses lined on both sides of the street are old and simple, with flowing ditch. There are rotten vegetable leaves floating in it, and even dry chicken **** can be seen on the ground. From time to time, free-range chickens ran out of the yard, and then ran to the back of the yard without knowing where to go.
Although it is located in a remote area and has not been affected by the war, the chaos around Yunqin has inevitably affected life here, and the shops in the streets seem a little deserted.
Because it is so ordinary, almost all the people in the small town did not know that the most important figure who caused the great chaos in Yunqin came in.
There is a humble shop in the middle of the street.
The owner of the noodle shop is a middle-aged bald man with an extremely ordinary appearance.
Yun Qin is generally used to eat noodles in the morning, and noodle shops usually do some small stir-fry at night. At this time, the life of the people in the small town is more difficult than in previous years. The pickled dried bean curd in the pot is just prepared for my own dinner.
The ordinary and difficult life made the middle-aged bald man's face engraved with humility. While stir-frying pickled dried tofu, his eyes occasionally fell to an inn diagonally across the street and saw inside and some guests who left the shop. When the plump and gorgeous boss lady smiles and joking, he has more inferiority complex in his eyes.
Zhang Ping walked along the street.
He stopped at the noodle shop and walked into the noodle shop.
Hearing the footsteps, this middle-aged bald noodle shop owner raised his head. He saw Zhang Ping walking into the noodle shop, and he was startled slightly. He didn't recognize Zhang Ping and didn't treat Zhang Ping with him. At this time, the legendary Demon King was connected, but he felt that Zhang Ping's clothes were very luxurious, not as luxurious as a customer sitting down to eat noodles or eating some of his ordinary stir-fry.
So he doubted if Zhang Ping was just asking for directions or other things, but he didn't wait for him to speak. Zhang Ping had already looked at him and said calmly: "A bowl of meat noodles."
The owner of the noodle shop was suddenly surprised, but he felt that the customer didn't like talking too much, so he immediately responded and started to face him.
Zhang Ping looked at the middle-aged bald and fat face shop owner coldly.
When the noodles arrived in front of him, he began to eat noodles slowly, then looked at the middle-aged bald noodle shop owner, and slowly said: "I don't have the money for the noodles...but I can serve you My chance, I can fulfill your wish."
The humble middle-aged bald top shop owner was surprised when he heard the first sentence, but when he heard Zhang Ping's next sentence, he was stunned.
Zhang Ping ignored him, just ate the noodles slowly.
The middle-aged bald man began to think of something, his breathing gradually became quicker, and the long bamboo chopsticks he held in his hand kept bumping against the edge of the pot.
But he didn't dare to ask questions. In his noodle shop, until Zhang Ping finished eating this bowl of noodles, he didn't make any sound, only heavy breathing.
Zhang Ping put down his chopsticks, did not look at him, but turned around and looked at the gorgeous woman in the inn opposite: "I can fulfill your wish and give her to you."
The breathing of the middle-aged, bald man had been heavier when Zhang Ping turned around. However, when he heard these words, his breathing suddenly stopped.
Zhang Ping turned around and looked at the middle-aged bald man.
The middle-aged bald man looked at the unique patterns on Zhang Ping's black robe, and he felt more and more the majesty of those patterns, and he became more and more certain that Zhang Ping said the legendary person.
Looking at Zhang Ping's indifferent and majestic gaze, the middle-aged bald man did not dare to let Zhang Ping wait too much. He shivered and lowered his head, "I...I don't deserve her."
Zhang Pianyang said without expression: "I can give you money and status, enough to be worthy of her."
The greasy cotton robe of the middle-aged bald man was gradually drenched with sweat. He didn't dare to look up at Zhang Ping. He summoned all the courage and expended all his energy before he said hoarsely: "But she already has a husband. , And she is doing well now."
Zhang Ping said indifferently: "I can leave her without a husband, and make her live a bad life... Or, the things I give you can make her live with you better than now."
The water drops on the face of this ordinary noodle shop are twisted down, and it is not clear whether it is sweat or tears. He and the gorgeous woman have known each other since childhood, but his family is ordinary and he feels that he is not worthy of her at all. Although he has been deeply in love with that woman since childhood, he has never even had the courage to confide in his self-esteem. Just silently watching the other party marry someone else, there is a sudden existence like Zhang Ping today, saying that he can satisfy his wish, but he is not in ecstasy. Instead, he is caught in entanglement and a huge struggle.
"Why?" He asked in a tone that he felt unfamiliar to him, wondering why Zhang Ping would suddenly appear in front of him, saying that he wanted to satisfy the wishes of a most ordinary person like himself.
"People like you do things, or they must need some reasons." Zhang Ping said indifferently: "But for me, I don't need your reasons for doing anything."
The owner of the noodle shop is not very smart, but people like him are more in awe of the gods, so he understands Zhang Ping’s meaning naturally and understands Zhang Ping’s existence and existence beyond the mortal world. They are not the same, and they can't use their thoughts and emotions to figure it out. At the same time, he realized with more certainty that as long as he nodded and said yes, the woman he had liked since childhood would no longer be someone else's wife, but would really become his own.
He fell into a more violent struggle, his face paler, and drops of water dripped from his jaw.
Zhang Ping's brows frowned slightly, and the struggle and hesitation of the middle-aged bald man made him a little bored.
The middle-aged bald man also felt Zhang Ping's boredom and felt the terrible wind flowing in the noodle shop. He felt more frightened. Then he finally made a decision and shook his head: "I can't do this."
Zhang Ping raised his indifferent eyebrows. He stared at the middle-aged bald man for a moment and asked, "Why?"
The middle-aged bald man said with a crying voice: "She...she doesn't like me."
This is a very good reason, but Zhang Ping was inexplicably angry.
His eyes seemed to have flames starting to burn, and a stern voice seemed to come from far away hell: "Whether she likes you or not, is it important that you can get her, but just for such a The reason for inferiority, you actually rejected me."
This middle-aged bald man is just the most ordinary Yunqin. He wanted to stand up straight, but the huge fear made him unconsciously bend his body and knelt down.
"Love is not about possession, but about giving. If you really think that, and make excuses for your inferiority and weakness, then I can give you a choice." Zhang Ping looked at him and sneered sharply: "You or Accept my gift and take her over to be your wife, or you can prove that you can sacrifice everything and let her live a life you think is good. If you can’t understand this sentence, I can make it simpler, you either Die, or take her to be a wife."
The middle-aged bald man cried, but he dared not cry out, so as not to attract the attention of the rest of the town, especially the people in the inn opposite, so as not to attract the people there More doom.
He covered his nose and mouth, crying silently and painfully, his body twisted.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have thoughts about her all the time."
The middle-aged bald man finally made this sound.
Zhang Ping's pupils shrank slightly.
He knew that the middle-aged bald man had made his choice.
"You would rather die than accept my gift?"
Zhang Ping looked at the noodle shop owner who was trembling and distorted but still refused to change his decision. He suddenly fell into endless anger.
He stopped talking.
A purple-black flame gushes out of him.
The noodle shop burned and everything turned to ashes.
He walked out along the street. There were countless horrified screams and exclamations throughout the street. The whole street burned and turned to ashes.
Zhang Ping walked out of the burning street, accepting the more devout and fearful gazes of the believers in the wilderness outside the town, but his heart was still filled with anger and unspeakable emotions.
He has no trace of pride or pride.
Not only is the most common and inferior middle-aged bald man today frustrated his will, but his nameless anger also made him understand that he is not as completely as he thought. Without the emotions of the world, he knew that he didn't care about Qin Xiyue as he had previously thought.
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