Demon Race Progenitor was asked such a cold question by Night God. He was stunned for a moment, and then his face that was swollen like a pig's head slowly showed an extremely unbeatable smile.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Demon Race Progenitor laughed so hard that wind leaked from his throat, and the wounds all over his body were bleeding, but he laughed so freely...
"So you can't find him either!!!"
"Dignified Night God! Peak High God! I can't even locate a kid who hasn't reached God Level! Hahahaha! You have today too!!"
Demon Race Progenitor feels that he has never been so happy in his life.
It doesn't matter if you can't beat Night God or get stepped on.
As long as he can see Night God being deflated, he can climax on the spot.
Then...
"Bang!"
Night God raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped him in the face.
Simple and neat.
Demon Race Progenitor's teeth were beaten to pieces, and blood and water spurted out from his mouth, scattering in the wind like a goddess scattering flowers. His whole body rolled several times in the air like a kite with its string broken, before Night God grabbed it back into his palm.
Night God's eyes were cold, with a biting sneer on his lips, Killing Intent surged.
"You dare to be so presumptuous in front of me, you are seeking death."
On normal days, anyone who dared to mock and provoke him like this would have been Soul Annihilation and vanished into ashes without even a chance to be reincarnated.
However, this person still has great use, so let's leave him alive for the time being.
Demon Race Progenitor was beaten until his mouth was full of blood and his face was beyond recognition, but he was completely broken and was not afraid at all. Instead, there was a mad rage in his eyes, and he screamed while holding his neck.
"Kill me directly if you can!"
"Kill! Just kill!"
Anyway, he can't beat Night God.
This is a fact, he admits.
More importantly...
He already knew that the Creation Authority he had mastered was completely incomplete because of the lack of Creation Red Lotus Platform.
In this way, he will never be able to break through to God King.
My future has been cut off.
Your life is no longer in your hands.
I'm still afraid of your dick?!
At this moment, Demon Race Progenitor, who used to be aloof and stoic, completely let himself go.
When he opens his mouth, he curses loudly, every word stabs his heart, vents his anger every sentence, and pours out all the hatred and grievance accumulated in his heart.
Night God's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
He clenched his fists so hard that his fingertips turned white.
For a moment, he really had murderous intentions and wanted to slap this old guy's head to pieces and shut him up forever.
But he endured it.
Demon Race Progenitor is still useful to him...
It's about his true freedom.
Can't kill yet.
Night God took a deep breath, suppressed the surging Killing Intent, turned his eyes, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.
"Okay, are you being stubborn? Are you going to say no?"
His tone suddenly became lighter, as if he was a different person.
"Originally I wanted you to meet your old friend... but now it seems that there is no need."
As he said this, Night God's free hand suddenly received a hairpin.
Made of ruby, it is completely clear and carved into the shape of an exquisite peach blossom. The petals are as thin as cicada wings and glow with a warm luster in the sunlight.
The breath of time has settled on it, and it is obviously an old thing that has been through the ages. It may seem ordinary, but it has a gentle and pure charm.
Demon Race Progenitor was still there spitting and cursing, but the moment he saw the hairpin...
The sound stopped suddenly.
Like a duck that has been grabbed by the neck, all the words are stuck in the throat.
His black and swollen eyes, which had been beaten, were staring at the Peach Blossom Hairpin. His pupils suddenly shrank and his whole body began to tremble violently.
"Ah...A Yin..."
Demon Race Progenitor's voice was dry and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of his throat.
"You... how do you have something like A Yin..."
He seemed to have thought of some terrible possibility, and his face suddenly turned pale. Even the purple bruises could not cover up the horror that radiated from his bones.
Night God smiled slightly.
That smile was gentle and elegant, but there was a Malice that chilled people's bones.
"Back then, you were cornered and hunted by your enemies like a lost dog. It was A Yin who saved your life and healed your wounds."
Night God's voice was unhurried and slow, as if he was telling an insignificant story.
"She had good intentions. She hid you in Medicine Cottage, masked your aura, and prepared and changed medicine for you with her own hands. But then your enemies came to your door. What did you do?"
Night God leaned forward slightly and got closer to Demon Race Progenitor's pale face...
"You left her and ran away."
"You left her alone in Medicine Cottage."
"You killed her."
"No... you're talking nonsense!!"
Demon Race Progenitor burst out with a roar, and struggled like a ignited powder keg. At that moment, he even forgot about the injuries all over his body, and roared at Night God with a ferocious face...
"I didn't abandon her! I was just avoiding those enemies! I-I didn't expect them to find Medicine Cottage! I really didn't expect them to touch A Yin!!"
"Didn't expect that?"
Night God repeated these two words slowly, and then laughed out loud.
"Chouli, how long will you continue to deceive yourself and others?"
"Those people are after you. They can't find you after Medicine Cottage. How could they let go of Medicine Cottage's owner? A Yin is a weak woman with no strength. Facing a group of vicious pursuers, what do you think will happen to her?"
Every time Night God said a word, Demon Race Progenitor's face turned pale.
"You were the one who killed her."
"Stop talking..."
Demon Race Progenitor's voice became lower, like a beast with its spine removed.
"You killed her."
Night God said it again, every word was like a knife.
Demon Race Progenitor did not refute again.
His whole body seemed to have been drained of all strength, Ruan Ruan hanging down on Night God's hand, and his face that was swollen beyond recognition was only filled with pain that was too thick to be resolved.
A Yin.
This name is the scar that he has not dared to touch for hundreds of thousands of years.
He sealed her in the deepest part of his memory and used the fig leaf of "break through God King to avenge A Yin" to brainwash himself over and over again.
He told himself that as long as he became strong enough, he would have strength, he could leave the shackles of the Xuanming Blood Sea, find those enemies from back then, and kill them all, then he would be able to atone for his sins and avenge A Yin.
Those people killed his whole family, chased him, and even killed his A Yin.
He is his sworn enemy.
But... it was always him who really killed A Yin.
It was he who dragged her into that whirlpool, it was he who chose to escape alone, it was he who left her to face all the knives alone.
It was him who killed A Yin.