Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 786
"It's because she doesn't want to live."

Even if the God of Misfortune closed his eyes, he could still see the gloom on the man's handsome face.

"Those methods were done by me."

"I just want you to know clearly that she just lived enough."

"I just don't want to live anymore."

"...There is nothing in this world that makes her linger on."

"Otherwise, how could they kill her with the little tricks played by Guangming and the others!"

"Mi Zha, don't be stubborn anymore."

"...I did this just to let you understand, to let you see clearly."

"the truth."

Mi Zhe's handsome and picturesque face became more and more serious.

The atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly turned cold.

Mi Zhe Chen Jing's eyes were bloodshot, and there was a terrifying darkness and ferocity deep in his eyes.

The main gods of the protoss and demons sitting on both sides were panicked because of his deep anger, and even because of fear, their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

Sitting next to the God of Misfortune, the person tried his best to control his body.

He grabbed God of Misfortune viciously, trying to make him stop talking.

The God of Misfortune has no scruples.

After so many years, his methods have been revealed.

If Mi Zhe hadn't put all his attention on the person he wanted to see, Enan wouldn't have succeeded.

He knew that his methods could not confuse Mi Zhe, and if the other party really wanted to investigate, they would always be able to.

Simply, he didn't hide it.

"In Asking Heart Tribulation, she can see everything."

"What should be seen should not be seen, true or false, the past and the future."

"What you want her to see, what you don't want her to see."

"...Micha Buddha."

"She has already made up her mind, why should you meddle in her own business?"

"I'm afraid, she won't be willing to be your favor with these methods you use."

"...I didn't want it back then, how could I pick it up again..."

A gust of wind rolled up from the ground in the hall.

The unfinished words of the Lord God of Misfortune swept his whole body into the strong wind.

The wind is like a steel knife, and the knife cuts people's lives.

The flesh of God is harder than gold and iron.

But in this wind, he looks like an incompetent mortal.

The Lord God of Misfortune was dripping with blood, and in a short while, there was no good meat on his body.

Even the black wings on his back were completely scraped off.

Only a piece of white bones remained.

The man above was expressionless, his handsome face as cold as ice.

He didn't say a word, only whispered.

"She has nothing to care about."

"There is no one to miss."

"Then I'll give it all to her."

The shrill and pitiful screams of the Lord God of Misfortune resounded in the golden hall, against the shrouded and cold face.

It looked very frightening.

The remaining 11 main gods even breathed lightly, and their hairs stood on end.

I scolded this brainless god of misfortune to death in my heart.

If you are looking for death, why do you have to drag them together.

They still want to live through this catastrophe.

After Mi Zhe murmured a few words in a low voice, he sat on the spot by himself, looking forward with misty eyes.

And the Lord God of Misfortune was still trapped in the strong wind, suffering the pain of cutting his flesh with knives.

The main gods who heard the screams had goosebumps all over their bodies.

They are born as gods and have a high status.

It's not like I haven't seen anything more tragic and cruel.

But the problem is that the God of Misfortune, who is now trapped in the strong wind and tortured, is an existence with equal status to them.

(End of this chapter)