Golden light flashed, and Wujiang's figure stumbled down the steps in front of the hall. He was bruised all over his body. He got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"I hate the darkness in the ninth heaven! Just as much as I hate you!" The figure of the emperor appeared at the top of the steps, wearing golden robes and a sacred and inviolable face.
"Isn't His Majesty already thinking of ways to get rid of me?" Wujiang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly, "God's punishment is not enough. The world under the emperor's feet is so vast, but he refuses to let me have a corner.
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"The evil consequences produced in the pool of ten reincarnations are all the most evil and evil in the world. I have given you tolerance, but how have you ever shown tolerance to the common people?" Emperor Hua Xi said coldly, snorted coldly, and walked away.
Wujiang stood under the steps and looked up. That was the most sacred place in the world, the Lord of Light.
He looked at it blankly, the sky was so high, the earth was so bright, they were just specks of dust, but why, there was nowhere to stay?
He slowly walked back to the Shicheng Sheng Pond, and as expected, Mo Wuji was still sitting in the olive tree, drinking alone and chatting to entertain himself.
"His Royal Highness Wuji is still so chic and carefree, which is enviable." Wujiang said to him.
"I don't see Your Excellency Wujiang here guarding the throne tonight. Where are you going?" Mo Wuji also raised his head and asked with a smile.
"Just taking a walk." Wujiang looked at the wine in his hand, "Can I have a taste of His Highness's wine?"
"Whatever." Mo Wuji waved his hand, and the wine bottle flew in front of him, pouring it into the air, filling the glass with wine.
Wujiang picked up the wine glass, drank it in one gulp, and frowned. Is this the wine that both mortals and gods are addicted to? It doesn't have the legendary aroma and mellowness, but it is very spicy.
"Thank you, Your Highness." He returned the wine glass and asked nonchalantly: "You are so drunk that you can't feel anything?"
"You can say that." Mo Wuji nodded.
"It would be nice if I could be intoxicated every day, so that when daylight comes, I won't know how painful those pains are."
Mo Wuji paused while pouring the wine, then raised his head and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Your Highness will not understand that we were transformed by evil thoughts and came to the Nine Heavens just to be punished." Wujiang Ni squinted his eyes and said conspiratorially, "Qingning and I cannot appear at the same time, because when one appears,
, the other one must suffer a lot, such an exchange, so I am so afraid of the appearance of daylight."
The wine glass in Mo Wuji's hand shook, and the wine flowed out. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
In a daze, the darkness slowly faded, and daylight appeared from a distance, dyeing a pool of ink-colored lotus flowers into a bright golden color.
The girl in the white dress walked in the golden light, her clothes were flowing, and she had the same cold expression, like frost that would never melt.
She was never willing to talk much, and she always remained silent whenever she saw her. Even when facing the emperor, she did not show any pretense, and was so indifferent that it would put the gods to shame.
"Qingning Divine Envoy." Mo Wuji called out to her, "Did you sleep well?"
Qing Ning glanced at him and said coldly: "Very good."
Mo Wuji looked at her and smiled, looking charming, but he stopped talking.
He was willing to pay a lot if he could make her sleep well.
The wind blew and hovered between the two people. In the atmosphere of silence, no one spoke first.
