Chapter One Thousand

At this moment, Wuma Zhaoxia was in extreme pain.

The scenes of the past, the scenes that she tried hard to seal up and wanted to forget, were like a revolving lantern, stirring back and forth in her mind.

'Stop pretending...your heart doesn't want to protect the Four Realms City...'

"you shut up!"

'You actually hate all of this in your heart...don't you...otherwise, how could you do such a thing? '

"you shut up!!"

'Let's face it, have you forgotten how your brother died...crawling on the ground like a dog...being stabbed by your own sister...you cut and scraped his flesh until he was exposed Those bloody organs, until he can no longer call your name...until, you are the last descendant of the Wuma clan in this world...'

"Shut up! Shut up! Ahhh! It's not me! That's not me!"

‘You hate all of this, your mission, and your future even more, so why should you put your whole life here? '

"No...I didn't...I didn't..."

'Think about that man who is still waiting for you...the man who died tragically under your brother's sword, but kept calling your name...'

"Do not--"

Following this shrill scream, Wuma Zhaoxia suddenly opened her eyes, and bloody tears flowed from her red eyes.

How can I forget?

How can I forget!

That was the person she had loved with her whole life!

Just because of the so-called ridiculous mission of the Wuma clan, he had to die? When they thought they were about to achieve happiness, in that way, they were killed by her most admired and respected elder brother! !

She hates it!

She hates it!

Even if she kills the murderer to avenge him, and kills her only family member with her own hands, the hatred in her heart can't be appeased!

She is guilty, she suffers, she resents,

She regrets, she doesn't regret...

Countless complex emotions are condensed together, after all, it is difficult to calm down!

But she didn't know who she should resent or hate. The elder brother who held her in his palm like jewels and treasures since childhood didn't say a word to blame her. This made her heart feel like she was in purgatory, suffering abnormally.

One drop after another of blood and tears lay down her cheeks, and the voice slowly spoke out her heart, telling the root of her tragic fate.

'Pick up the butcher knife in your hand... Your ultimate enemy is not the elder brother who was killed by you, he is also innocent...So in the end, he didn't say a word of hate, did he? Your real enemy, the existence you should really resent, is this ridiculous rule, this place that is not worthy of your protection, this city of human race built with the flesh and blood of your Wuma clan! '

‘If there is no such place, if you were not born here, you still need to bear the blood of your relatives, do your relatives only hate it? '

'If there is no such place, you will be the most ordinary person, you can pursue what you love, what you want...'

'If there is no such place, relatives and lovers belong to you...'

'If there wasn't this place...if there wasn't...'

...

A mass of pitch-black light danced in Wuma Zhaoxia's eyes, as if she had been bewitched, she followed that voice, the voice in her heart, and whispered to herself.

"If there is no such place..."

"Without all this..."

"No……"

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