There's no doubt that angels possess pure white and proud gold; they are supre beings, unshakeable rulers, often used as a symbol of power. To this day, no one has completely deciphered the founder's intention. Roses can symbolize love, won, lust, while also suggesting immoral origins.
"The rose staff symbolizes salvation and destruction!" Hong Lian stared obsessively at the staff in Xiao Lin's hand. He was a skilled alchemist, able to craft flawless items, yet this skill brought him fatal damage; harmful substances in tal slowly eroded his body, toxins refined from heavy tals settled in his blood and were beyond self-repair. He glanced dimly at Xiao Lin, and when told he could heal, a burst of hope for life surged, only to be obliterated by lingering breath—healing wouldn't extend life. That person would certainly hunt him down for fleeing, now he was rely a plaything in their boredom. "I've never seen a Dharma Seal of Jubilee!"
"Devils also have wings! They are fallen angels, creating their world in anger and abandonnt, symbolizing death and decay." Xiao Lin's mouth twisted into a self-mocking smile.
Angels have pure white wings; when Xiao Lin first saw Fourth Uncle, he couldn't help but be moved, briefly devoted with a desire to possess. Purity sotis incites destruction, acting as the beginning of temptation, confusing them while unlike himself living in Hell disguised as a doer of ugly deeds under the cloak of goodness and righteousness.
That disdainful and self-mocking smile again; he wouldn't forget the smiling face unmasked during the Xiao Family's destruction.
"Soone said you were the last to see Mu Rongyun, who should have died over ten years ago, so who is this person now?" Hong Lian looked odd, Xiao Lin couldn't quite grasp the point. He never looked away from his face; what caused such a strange expression, did he do sothing? This question lingered, pondering if noticing might have altered many subsequent events, yet Xiao Lin was not a god, rely human—prone to mistakes, overlooking seemingly insignificant existences.
"Your father personally killed Mu Rongyun!" A confirmatory answer from Hong Lian's mouth; he was the person remaining on site, the sole escapee.
"So the current Mu Rongyun isn't the sa person, right?" Xiao Lin felt his voice tremble asking this, unsure why. Expectant of denial yet confirming sothing, nervous about Hong Lian's answer, while avoiding such a reply.
"Did that beautiful man like a woman not co?" Hong Lian answered evasively, noticing Xiao Lin's breath caused him to squint his eyes. "You're evading!" Xiao Lin sighed, unexpectedly raised his collar. "Want to use violence? The Xiao Family only uses such ans? Then you're no different from them."
Obtaining everything through violent ans, removing obstacles when necessary, standing at the pinnacle without hesitating—very much like the Xiao Family's approach, Xiao Lin coldly snorted, dark eyes reflecting Hong Lian's strange expression fading.
"Will you answer his questions if I show up?" Hua Qingyi appeared at the window, present all along, startled when nad.
"Haha, I wondered how there could be him without you, just like Hua Muyun with Xiao Zhenfeng visible. The previous generation's friendship extends to the next; did you inherit their cruelty and ruthlessness?"
"Hong Lian!" Xiao Lin tightened his grip, no matter how disdainful he was of those thods, he wouldn't allow others to belittle the Xiao Family's existence.
"Since everyone's here, I can answer your question." Hong Lian coughed dryly, truly feeling killed being picked up. "Mu Rongyun is a creation of yours."
"What do you an?" Creating? Soone with unique constitution like him, surviving all experints but ultimately unable to fuse power with self, mutated, causing the bloody siege. The whole story he heard from Xiao Zhenfeng, isn't this so?
Hua Qingyi held Xiao Lin's shoulder, smirking. "Hong Lian, were you created too? Don't talk about people like machines, make it more casual!"
"Simply, Mu Rongyun is immortal, so you can't hurt him."
The answer wanted to be avoided, sought for confirmation exploded in Xiao Lin's heart, Hua Qingyi stunned, realizing Xiao Lin's thoughts yet finding himself believe in resurrection upon hearing it, let alone Xiao Lin hiding miracles.
"Death and resurrection?" Xiao Lin numbly uttered these words, rose staff in left hand moved, emitting peculiar radiance, sun obscured by clouds flashed without a light source—unbelievable.
"Careful!" Hua Qingyi suddenly pushed Xiao Lin, tackling Hong Lian to the ground, a bullet shot from the outer rooftop landing exactly where Hong Lian stood.
Xiao Lin was first to rush out, chasing the rooftop figure; unlike typical assassins, this person's steps were firm and stubborn, head only forward. Chasing, Xiao Lin suddenly felt strange, could it be DOMO? No, more like another, resurrected person.
"Are you okay?" The tackled person still dazed, seeing Hua Qingyi already standing, climbed up from the ground. "That person probably is DOMO, Wang Zhantian invested heavily in hiring to kill you."
"Ah, hmm!" From early shock to calm, Hong Lian recovered well.
"It's unsafe here, leave with or on your own?"
Silent, Hong Lian dodged Hua Qingyi, escaping through the window, taking the rose staff. "Ah, didn't expect more agile than a rabbit!" Dusting off, Hua Qingyi calmly sat on the bed. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)
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