Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

Chapter 95 Guilt

Er looked at Zengjun's way of rescuing the situation, so he increased the amount of wind and sand pouring into the water ball, and even let the surrounding tornadoes rush in.

Zengjun can only keep expanding the water ball to achieve the goal of absorbing more.

"Sand mixed with water will make the vision turbid. Even for you, it would be difficult to see clearly through the sand, right?" Er Gaza said continuously.

Zengjun continued to move forward, but the difference was that large pieces of sand and gravel kept falling to the ground.

Er looked at this strange phenomenon, "Shouldn't the sand in the water become heavier and heavier? How did you peel it off?"

A huge sand ball appeared in front of Er's eyes, and it exploded with a bang, and the sand spread rapidly in all directions.

Two was stunned.

Because Zengjun was gathering water with his left hand and fire with his right hand at this moment, the flame baked the sand and gravel in the water, evaporating part of the water at an extremely high temperature, thereby drying the sand instantly and letting it fall down, and repeating this process back and forth.

Er looked at Zeng Jun flying towards him and quickly dodged.

However, Er underestimated Zengjun's speed. Just as he flashed to a higher altitude, he found that Zengjun had disappeared.

"What about people?"

Just when he was wondering, Zengjun used his right knee to push him down to the ground at high speed from the air.

The speed was too fast for Er to get away quickly. Er also knew that it would be too late to escape, so he cast a spell with his right hand downwards, turning part of the ground into water. If he fell into the water, at least he would not be seriously injured.

Seeing this, Zeng Jun quickly conjured up hard stones on the water on the ground.

Er also fell heavily on the stone. The blood of God could prevent him from dying, but he was inevitably injured.

Er was smashed to the ground and Zengjun jumped off Er's back. Er was in a limp state at this time. In all these years, Er had never suffered such a serious injury.

That's right, who would hurt themselves for fun? Zeng Jun's bones and muscles were tempered by Zheng Xian himself. After being skinned and chopped off every day, Zeng Jun also understood the feeling of being smashed to the ground.

Zengjun lifted Er's neck with his left hand and looked at Er.

Although his limbs could not move, he was actually smiling at this moment.

"What are you laughing at?" Zengjun asked Er.

There was blood flowing from the corner of Er's mouth, but he was still stuttering, "I laugh, you, have this ability, but, actually, use it to be my enemy, demon clan, enemy~enemy," Er roared, "Have you forgotten?" Then he spit out blood from his mouth.

Zengjun loosened his left hand and Er fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, that's right, kill her." Er tilted his head to prevent sand from entering his mouth, but there was already some sand in his mouth and some on his face. However, this embarrassment could not suppress his excitement.

Zengjun sat next to Er and said, "I know you are still not convinced. I will wait for you to recover."

"Oh, you are such a good man, I want to see your majesty in killing enemies. Prove it to me again."

Zengjun said nothing and just waited quietly.

About two and a half minutes later, Er's limbs and internal organs gradually recovered.

Er propped himself up and stood up, and saw that Zengjun had been waiting for him.

Er also sat down anywhere and kicked the sand at his feet, as if he could only bully these now.

"Why don't you take the opportunity to get rid of me?" Er said while spitting out the sand in his mouth.

"What kind of feeling did you have just now?"

"I can't feel anything. I was just in a trance and it was very dark around me." He raised his head and whispered sincerely.

"So, before I really get rid of you, I still want to ask you something."

"What?"

"When you go there and see him, will you tell him bad things about me?"

“You think you don’t believe this.”

"I just don't believe that I can really meet him there," Zengjun said with a sigh.

"Haha~, you are so hypocritical. You want to kill me, but you say it's for my own good."

"Actually, you have no choice, right? You know now that you are no match for me, and I will get rid of you in the end."

"So, what are you waiting for?" Er asked in confusion, because if there was no other purpose, why wait until now.

"You? Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"talk?"

"That sword," Zengjun suggested.

"What's wrong with this sword?" Er asked, trying to play hard to get.

"This sword is of no use to you, so why do you carry it with you?"

After Er heard this, he pointed at Weiwei in the distance and said, "She's useless, so why do you keep her with you?"

“…a spiritual sustenance”

"Yes, that's why I carry this sword." Er handed the sword to Zeng Jun. "You win. You are more qualified than me to protect this sword."

Zengjun took the sword and said, "Do you mind if I burn this sword?"

"Huh? What do you mean? I lost and have no right to object."

Zengjun opened the scabbard and said, "People who have something in their hearts deserve respect."

"You just pinched my neck..."

"Ahem, I don't remember exactly when it happened."

"Are you really not going to keep it as a souvenir? This is the only thing he left behind."

“No, he left something else.”

"for example?"

"A brand new me" Zeng Jun said these heavy words in a leisurely manner.

After hearing this, Er closed his eyes and nodded.

Zengjun lit a golden fire in his hand and threw the sword into the fire, "You and I are both free."

After a while, a small piece of iron fell out of the flame and fell onto the sand.

Zengjun pushed the surrounding sand onto the iron, burying something that could not be erased.

"But how can I erase the memory? Have I forgotten him? But if I think so, have I really forgotten him? Then, what is the meaning of what I have done?" Zengjun thought as he looked at the buried Tie.

Er could see that Zeng Jun was still a little reluctant, but he still understood the rule that the loser is the enemy, "Now, you can get rid of me."

"Are you willing?" Zengjun still stared at the buried Tie.

"What's the point of being willing or not? The gap between us is already too big." Er smiled awkwardly, his tone frivolous, lose? Actually, Er actually has a trump card, 'But even if I win, what's the point? Continue to feed on others like now? '

"Don't you want to try again? I can feel that you haven't used your full strength, not even half of it." Zengjun turned and looked at Er.

Er half-knelt and picked up a handful of sand, then stretched it in front of Zengjun, opened his palm, and the sand fell down uncontrollably. "No need, my life has failed, just like these remaining gravel, it is no longer the same as before."

Zengjun looked at the flowing sand. If nothing was done, it would return to the desert. "Have you really thought it through?"

"No, but before I regret it, you still have a chance." He let the remaining sand in his hand return to nature.

Zengjun looked into Er's eyes. Er's eyes were very calm. Death seemed to be an ordinary little thing, as if he didn't care about it anymore.