This is Lucifer, the king of the underworld.
Satan and the managers all stood there, changing their laughter and curses just now, and they all looked respectful.
No one of them was convinced by the other, and they would make fun of each other all day long, but there was only one god who they admired, and that was Pluto.
"You..."
Michael hesitated before speaking and shook his head slightly helplessly.
A strange crisp sound of "pop" made the two gods lower their heads.
Cheng Qianxun held up the "sword" with only the silver handle remaining with an innocent face, while the ground was full of glass fragments: "Mr.
Michael, why is this sword so brittle?
It's not easy to use at all, so I pointed it at the ground.
I tried it, but it broke unexpectedly.”
The "Blade of Qi Ming" was tempered with the magic power of heaven.
It took more than a thousand years from having the idea, to gathering the raw materials, to finding the right god to build it, but Qi was broken at the touch of a touch.
He must have used his magic power to chop it into the ground with all his strength. . .
Michael was stunned for a moment, and Satan, the manager, and his teammates who were standing outside and watching all suppressed their laughter.
Cheng Qianxun pretended to be stupid more and more innocently: "What should I do now?
Use this to stab Pluto?"
"I have long expected that the underworld is full of tricks, but I didn't expect it to be a mortal like you..."
Michael finally suppressed his anger and stretched out a hand to face the sword handle in Cheng Qianxun's hand.
Silver light floated out from his fingertips and flew all the way.
When it landed on the ground, it took off with fragments all over the ground, and finally formed a new crystal sword on the broken handle held by Cheng Qianxun.
"No matter how broken this sword is, it can be restored with dust like mustard seeds."
Michael said with a bit of contempt, "Is it okay now?"
This move was useless.
Cheng Qianxun looked at the sharp blade in his hand.
This sword was so beautiful, the Blade of Enlightenment.
The morning star is Venus, which represents the most beautiful and brightest star in the sky.
The West compares it to Venus, which also represents Lucifer.
This sword can make Hades forget everything after the war, forget his defeat and his fall to the underworld.
Forget everything that happened in the past few thousand years. . .
"Qianxun" Pluto's voice was so soft and majestic, as calm as a lake with no waves on the surface, but it contained a deep emotional undercurrent: "Come on, stab me, I will stop the divine power on the sword."
Cheng Qianxun's heart suddenly felt as soft as mud.
Very touched.
Pluto didn't want her to die and was going to take the risk.
Why is there such a big difference between the heaven and the underworld?
She turned to look at Michael, who was aloof.
From the beginning to the end, he always had a look of contempt.
She turned to look at the sword that exuded holy silver light, and murmured: "Julian, will Julian disappear too..."
Julian, for her, he really gave everything he had and gave so thoroughly that she had to keep it in her heart.
Seeing her hesitation, Michael immediately said: "The heaven has the ability to reincarnate him, and the underworld controls the souls of the dead.
But the heaven can allow the souls that have been judged to be reborn as babies of blessed families."
If you are blessed, you may be able to live a pretty good life, rich, happy, and favored by God.
"Yes."
Pluto confirmed "Actually, he is just using you, think about it carefully."
Michael knew that Pluto had done a lot to this woman, and it was difficult for Cheng Qianxun to do it.
He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "Pluto is a god after all.
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He will not do anything to this woman.
If a mortal shows any emotion, if he ever takes care of you, it is just because he pities you, just like a human would give a bone or some cat food to a cat or dog that has no owner."
Really?
Cheng Qianxun stood there with a sword in his hand, without any expression on his face.
She understands, don't talk about Hades.
How big is the gap between her and her teammates here.
Is Pluto taking care of her like this just for this bet?
Just because Pluto roughly guessed what question Michael would ask beforehand, he helped her.
Tangled and hesitant, her heart ached after knowing the possible truth.
She is human after all. ordinary mortal At this time Pluto stretched out an arm towards her: "Qianxun, come here."
An ordinary and short sentence made Cheng Qianxun's eyes turn red.
Several times, Pluto called her over in this tone.
On the level of the Ark of the Covenant, after her death.
Just after receiving such a call, he turned around and headed towards Hades without any hesitation.
She once again walked towards Hades step by step.
When she was not far away from him, she raised her head and looked at the unusually tall King of the Underworld.
Her voice trembled slightly, containing excitement and uneasiness: "Sir, please call me."
Pluto descended slowly and finally stood on the ground in front of her, but his tallness could still be described as majestic.
His back was almost completely covered by folded black wings, and his long tail trailed on the black robe that was also dragged on the ground.
The aura that had accumulated over the years made people admire and be intoxicated.
"Qianxun."
Pluto called her name again.
After a long time, he slowly raised a hand: "Put it on my palm, which is farthest from the soul."
Cheng Qianxun held the sword in one hand and raised it with the other, but still asked uncertainly: "Is it okay?"
Pluto remained silent, which was the default.
She slowly lifted up Pluto's wide sleeves that reached her fingers, revealing Pluto's flat and slender palms.
Different from the palms of ordinary people, there are lines on the palms of ordinary people, most of which are three, and some are two or four, commonly known as palm lines.
In the East, palm lines are even used to predict fate.
There is no palm line in the center of Pluto's palm, which is as smooth and delicate as jade.
There are slightly darker red lines on the finger joints, and the entire hand is not of mortal nature.
"It's so beautiful."
She put her sleeves back and shook her head: "No, I can't insert such a sharp sword into such a beautiful hand."
Michael was still suspended in the air and almost rolled his eyes.
And among the several Satans, two of them couldn't help bursting into laughter.
It felt like a bit of teasing.
Pluto put down his hand: "Then let's use the sole of the foot."
He stretched out one foot.
There are no shoes on the feet, they are bare.
Cheng Qianxun was stunned again when he saw it.
Although it was big, each toe was about as long as an ordinary person's finger.
There was nothing that could be done about it.
According to Pluto's figure, he would never have a pair of three-inch golden lotus.
But these were the most beautiful feet she had ever seen, as slender as Hades' hands.
"Stab with your eyes closed, and it will be over."
Pluto stood there motionless, obviously intending not to fight back when attacked.
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Cheng Qianxun looked up at Pluto and asked anxiously and uncertainly: "Sir, can you really stop the magic on the sword?"
Pluto said nothing, once again.
"Are you ready?"
Michael who was on the side was impatient, but what he said was very realistic: "There is no food here.
If you don't want to do anything, you can just wait to die of hunger and thirst.
People are so close, why don't you do anything?
” The last sentence should be to encourage Pluto.
Pluto is not a fool.
He responded calmly: "She will come close because of trust.
I will not kill my believers."
Michael said contemptuously: "The world is declining, and there are believers in the underworld."
Cheng Qianxun laughed, as if mocking himself: "Yeah, why don't I go to heaven and insist on staying in the underworld?
Why don't I worship God, but I am willing to worship Hades with my soul?
I am such a fool..."
Michael followed closely: "It's not too late to turn back now."
"Is it too late?
I'm already standing so close."
Cheng Qianxun looked up at Pluto and smiled: "It feels so good to be able to stand so close to the god I admire most in my heart.
It's really good...
Hmm."
"Idiot" Michael yelled almost manically.
Cheng Qianxun pointed the dagger backhand at her abdomen and stabbed it in.
The sharp sword edge sank into her body, and the sword tip emerged from the other end.
Only the hilt remains.
She thrust, not to Hades, but to herself When Cheng Qianxun slowly fell down, Pluto immediately picked her up.
Michael's face changed with anger: "Mortal blood will make the sword lose its power."
The barrier also weakened at the same time, and several Satans immediately entered and then flew over.
"Hurry up and save him.
You are in charge of medicine and diseases."
Mammon pushed Beelzebub over and said anxiously: "If he is cured, I will exempt you from five hundred years of rent."
Beelzebub immediately reached out with his octopus-like tentacles, pushed Cheng Qianxun's hand away, curled up the hilt of the sword that was only exposed outside the body, and then let go.
"What's the matter with you?"
Abaddon slapped Beelzebub with his big hand.
If Beelzebub wasn't also Satan, he would have been beaten flat.
He roared angrily: "Save me quickly."
"No, no need."
Cheng Qianxun lay in Pluto's arms with a smile: "Otherwise Pluto will still take action."
The Satans were speechless, or rather helpless.
The bet stipulates that if the winner does not thrust his sword into Pluto's body, Pluto will kill him.
Even if he is saved, he is still destined to die.
Cheng Qianxun turned to look at Pluto again.
It was still dark inside his hat and he couldn't see anything.
She was breathing rapidly, and Yin Hong's blood had seeped out from the wound on the knife handle, dripping on the ground: "Can I, can I look at you again?"
Pluto did not move.
After a while, his hat automatically fell back, revealing a beautiful and perfect face in front of him.
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His long, slightly curly black hair tumbled down from his hat like a waterfall.
His appearance was indeed the same as Michael's, but the difference was that there was no disdain in his black eyes, only deep sadness and pity hidden in them.
"So beautiful."
Cheng Qianxun seemed to have returned to that night, when Pluto spread out his huge wings to wrap the two of them in front of everyone, and she vaguely saw Pluto's face.
He said the same words and had the same expression.
Then she returned to smiling, and her vision became a little blurry, which was a sign of death.
Her pupils gradually dilated, and she looked up at the sky, but could not see anything.
She murmured softly: "I swear to worship you with my soul, how can I hurt you with a sword...
Can I see you again after I die?
Or eternal rest.
I want to see you again.
I feel hope. " The hand on his abdomen dropped, Cheng Qianxun's head tilted to the side, his eyes closed, but with a smile on his face.
"Chihiro" Sneijder, who was running over, suddenly cried out in pain.
Gordon and Rudolph went up and stood on his side, putting their arms on Sneijder's shoulders with great regret and sadness, and lowered their heads
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