Chapter 17 — Christmas Fairy Tale at Ma Palace

His father roared angrily, half of his demon blood body burned into a sea of black fire. The mother's red lotus shattered, and she used the blood from her heart to cover my small hand. Thieu Dieu finally stepped over the three-meter line. The blade was immediately pressed against his neck. But his father did not kill the assassin. Because Thieu Dieu has stripped away the last of the Kim Van protective compassion. That Kim Van turned into a slender pen nib and fell right into my palm. He knelt down in front of me, his lips pale.

“Chieu Chieu.”

“Write her name.”

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I can't hold that pen. My hands are so tiny. The pen is extremely heavy. Those are the stone stele lines that the Celestial Clan has guarded for the past ninety thousand years. At the same time, it was also the life that Thieu Dieu had stripped from his flesh and blood down to his bones. His father tried to reach out and pick it up. But as soon as the pen touched the person's demon energy, it trembled violently. The mother reached out to protect the back of my hand. Red Lotus blood dripped down the tip of his finger and soaked the pen body. Finally, the pen is a little steady. Thieu Dieu knelt three meters away. He went out. But his Kim Van is in the palm of my hand. Karma Tam stared at the pen, for the first time she showed true hesitation.

“You guys are all crazy.”

“Intending to use Karma to name the sect master.”

“It will bite back.”

The white-bearded old man trembled and exclaimed: "If Karma could be named, Karma would no longer be nameless."

“If Karma has a name, it will be recorded in the books.”

“If recorded, queuing can be allowed.”

The emperor laughed coldly.

“Then put her at the end of the line.”

My karma is so angry that it turns into laughter.

“Do you think that a weaned child can write my name?”

She raised her hand to grab it. Three thousand six hundred words 'Debt' from the Manh Nam Bo rushed up, turning into a swarm of black insects rushing straight towards me. His father's blade slashed into pieces. The mother's Red Lotus burned down a section. The Heavenly Clan's ancestors knelt down on the ground and chanted a spell to call down the clear light from the ancestral nest. The Demon Clan's ancestors pondered for a moment, then forced their remaining thoughts to fall on Van Cot Tri. The power of the two ancestors, white and black, stopped fighting for the first time. They stood shoulder to shoulder to shield us in front of us. But there are too many words 'Debt'. Each word is a life that the two clans once owed. Every word carries pain, blatantly demanding a legitimate debt. In the Dong Hai mirror, Noan Noan suddenly stood up. The word 'Noan' on its chest glowed brightly.

“Sister.”

“Use my name first.”

That warm light soared out of Dong Hai and entered the first page of Mention Bo. Little Tuyet in the ice coffin in Bac Hoang also opened her eyes.

“I also offer it.”

The light sparkled like snow falling on the second page. An An crawled up from the edge of Van Cot Tri Lake, pressing his bony hand to the third page.

“Sister, An An is not afraid.”

The third page emitted a pale ash-gray light. Immediately after that, everywhere in the four seas and eight deserts, countless anonymous children gradually became quiet. They still don't have a name. But he began to raise his hand one by one to hold the word 'Chieu' on his forehead. They whispered and muttered: "Sister, please line up."

“Sister, we can wait.”

“Sister, first First, chase away the bad guys first.”

Those slurred voices make my heart ache. The Destiny Ministry is no longer completely swallowed up by the word 'Debt'. The pen in my hand finally moved. Karma Tam's face suddenly turned pale. She screamed shrilly: "What the hell do they have to wait for?"

“They have been crucified for ninety thousand years!”

“They should have hatred!”

I stared at her. The dark door behind her was open with a crack. Behind the door there is no blazing sea of fire. It's countless shadows piled on top of each other. There are silhouettes of Heavenly Clan's immortal soldiers who died in battle. There are souls who have been trained by the Demon Clan to be killed. There were water demons crushed to pieces by the dragon veins. There were even spiritual fetuses that were frozen solid by the snow. They don't have names of their own yet. They are all desperately waiting for a way out. Karma is the bleeding heart crystallized from their pain. She is not an innocent person. But she is not an evil suddenly born from nothing. I suddenly felt indescribably sad. The mother whispered: "Chieu Chieu, don't let her drag you away." His father gritted his teeth and roared: "Write." Thieu Dieu's voice was as soft as a breeze.

"If you call her 'Debt', she will forever only know how to collect debt."

"If you call her 'Hate', she will forever only know how to hold hatred."

I looked up at him blankly. Thieu Dieu tried his best to support his wobbly body, his eyes shining like snowflakes.

“Give her a name that won't hurt anyone anymore.”

No longer hurt anyone. I look towards the Karma mind. Her black dress was covered with chains. The end of each chain is tied tightly to a fragment of Chieu's coffin. She said she had been waiting for ninety thousand years. But in fact, she was also imprisoned for ninety thousand years. I slowly lowered my head. The tip of the pen touched the last page of Mention Bo. In that blink of an eye, my forehead hurt like it was about to split in half. The emperor's father's demonic blood pressed tightly against the dark stains. The mother's Red Lotus supports the brilliant halo. Thieu Dieu's Kim Van shields and protects the tip of his pen. Noan Noan, Tieu Tuyet, An An, along with countless tender words 'Wait' echoing from more than three thousand directions, all join forces to push me one step forward. I don't know how to write complicated words. I can only say it. So I sobbed and whispered immature words.

“Return” (return).

The tip of the pen lowered to the last page, writing the word Quy. The mind's karma suddenly froze. The wind blew away her black dress. The mournful wailing behind the door stopped for a moment. I said again: "Tu Quy." The second word Quy was written. The last page shines brightly with interwoven black and gold colors. The chains binding Karma Tam's body loosened one by one. She lowered her head to look at herself, her eyes dull and confused mixed with seething anger.

“Qui Quy?”

“Do you give me a name like this?”

I sobbed and nodded repeatedly.

“Go home.”

“Get in line.”

“Don't bite people.”

There were a few demon generals under Van Cot Tri who couldn't help but burst out laughing. But immediately, he hurriedly hit his forehead on the ground and kowtowed. Corner of mouth His father also raised his eyebrows slightly. But there was no smile in his eyes. Only bloodshot eyes, filled with bitterness. Karma, no, now it must be called Quy Quy, his face turned from confusion to extreme anger.

“I don't want it!”

She rushed forward to rob the Ministry of Mention, intending to tear up the last page. But her name was clearly recorded. Mention Bo created a golden-black wave, drawing her tightly inside. Quy Quy screamed loudly and struggled violently. Countless silhouettes behind the pitch-black door also began to move. The crack in Thien Mon opened wide. At the bottom of the abyss, the Ma Abyss shook loudly as if it had just woken up from a deep sleep. The entire Demon Palace sank an inch deep into the ground. Thien Quan looked up in horror.

“It's dangerous!”

“The door is about to be forcefully pulled out by her!”

Quy Quy let down her messy hair and laughed hysterically.

“The name cannot hold me back.”

“We have to get out.”

“I have to let the two Heavenly Demon clans see with my own eyes how huge the huge debt they sealed is!”

She used the force to tear off half of her body. Half of Quy Quy's body was tied up by Menh Danh Bo. The remaining half of my body turned into a pool of dark blood, crashing into the peach blossom mark right in the middle of my forehead. The father and mother rushed forward at the same time. Thieu Dieu also reached out and grabbed it. But that half stream of black blood was incredibly fast. Blinking as it crept into my eyelids, I suddenly saw the door of ninety thousand years ago. Seeing the Heavenly Clan's fetus being placed in a coffin. Seeing the Demon Clan's murder contract being crucified through to the bone marrow. Seeing a small, faceless child lying motionless in a coffin. Outside the coffin, someone whispered loudly to her. A Chieu. Get some sleep, baby. When I woke up, the pain was gone. When the coffin lid was tightly closed, she reached out and grabbed a fragile peach petal. She never shed a tear. But I cried for her.