Chapter 2511
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But so what if those Great Demon Gods were glorious in the past? Which one of them was not a legend of an era?
They had their own era, but in the end, they could only suffer here. They did not even have the chance to be reincarnated. Day after day, year after year, there was no hope and no end.
Ye Qingtang looked away, unwilling to continue looking at those Great Demon Gods and legendary people.
She was already here, and her ending would be the same as them.
At that moment, Ye Qingtang shook her head. She did not know whether she should cry or laugh.
Who was she to be qualified to enjoy the same treatment as those Great Demon Gods? Because of her existence, even the grade of the House of Misfortune would probably be lowered.
At that thought, Ye Qingtang laughed. She was no longer afraid of this matter, only regret that could not be erased.
"What are you laughing at?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded nearby.
This voice was very cold. It was even colder than the cold wind in the House of Misfortune.
Ye Qingtang could no longer smile at this moment.
"Who is it?"
Ye Qingtang looked around.
Over the past few days, all the Great Demon Gods that Ye Qingtang saw were merely repeating their daily sufferings. How could any of them open their mouths to communicate?
"Who am I?"
The cold voice paused for a moment, and the owner of the voice seemed to be thinking about who he was.
"Yes … Who am I?" After a long time, the voice sounded again.
Ye Qingtang was speechless. How would she know who he was? Wasn't she the one who asked? Why was she being questioned now?
"Where are you? Why don't you show yourself? I'm not dead yet. After I die, my soul will be suppressed here forever. At that time, we can still chat and kill time. "Ye Qingtang smiled.
No matter who he was, it was no longer important to Ye Qingtang. Even if he was a Great Demon God who once ruled an era, they were all the same now. There was no distinction between them, and they were all just dust that had suffered and could not return.
As Ye Qingtang finished her sentence.
A human figure gradually formed.
Ye Qingtang could not help but be slightly dazed as she looked at the man in front of her.
The man stood beside Ye Qingtang. He was wearing a tattered black robe that seemed to be carved with some mysterious pattern.
On the man's shoulders, there were two vivid and lifelike dragon patterns, as if divine dragons had come to life.
His long, snow-white hair casually fell to his waist. His eyes were ice-cold, and he was extremely handsome. Unfortunately, he was unbearably cold, even colder than the knife-like cold wind.
The man stood on the spot without moving. Although it was extremely real, she could not see him clearly. It was as if she was looking at flowers in the fog or the moon in the water.
"What's your name?" the man asked.
"Ye Qingtang, what about you?" Ye Qingtang asked.
"My name … What is my name …" The man muttered, just like before.
"…" Here he goes again.
"I'm asking you. Why are you asking me back? How would I know your name?" Ye Qingtang was helpless.
"Someone once … called me Heaven." The man pondered for a moment and said.
"What? Tian? "Ye Qingtang was stunned.
Which day? The sky of the heavens?
"Sit." The man sat on the floor.
"No, it's too cold." Ye Qingtang shook her head and remained standing.
"Whatever," the man said.
"Oh yes, Brother Tian … How long have you been here?" Ye Qingtang asked curiously.
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