"Sir, the Lord of Independence is coming to the Tianji Tower Legend Meeting..." Xiao Shan used up his last strength to say a complete sentence.
Fuxi's heart felt as if it had fallen into an endless abyss and ice cave, uneasy, trembling, and filled with the pain of despair.
The Legend of Destiny Conference...what are they going to do to their sister?
Xiao Shan fell into Fu Xi's arms, breathless and already a corpse.
The young man held his entourage in his arms and cried hoarsely.
It's all because he wanted to help his sister survive the fateful calamity, but he forgot to watch out for Wen Min.
He should have been alert earlier...Sister...Sister...The young man buried his face in Xiao Shan's body, sobbing, his shoulders shaking.
That day, there was a heavy rain. After the rain, there was no clear sky. On the contrary, the sky became even gloomier, making people unable to breathe.
The Tianji masters in the Tianji Tower were all busy with the Fate Legend Conference and had no time to think about the weather.
At the foot of Zhonglin Mountain, inside Mingyuan Villa.
In the courtyard of Dongzhou Attic, Qing Ge walked out of the attic and saw Jiu Ci following Mo You like a little tail.
Jiu Ci kept nagging: "Little Moyou, you are still young and your body cannot withstand the torment. Brother, can you wait for you to grow up?"
Qing Ge's face turned dark. What did Jiu Ci's implication mean?
Everyone in the world said she was a beast, but now it seems that Jiu Ci is clearly more of a beast than she is, and she can even say such a thing.
Mo You was looking at the towering East Pavilion in the distance. Suddenly, Jiu Ci appeared in front of him, blocking his sight. There was only the shadow of Jiu Ci in front of him.
Mo You is tall, but in front of Jiu Ci, he is a head shorter.
Mo You took a step to the left and continued to look at the East Pavilion. Jiu Ci followed suit and said, "Although it is a good thing for girls to be more reserved, if you are too reserved, you will lose me."
"Are you important?"
Mo You asked with a cold face.
"It is said in ancient books that women are always duplicitous. It seems that I have a very important position in little Moyou's heart."
Jiu Ci smiled happily, gently hugged Mo You's waist, and moved closer to his arms.
The softness of the girl's body and the pleasant fragrance when she came close made him feel relaxed and happy, almost greedy.
Jiu Ci lowered his upper body, and his handsome face was magnified in front of Mo You's eyes. They were so close that they could hear each other's breathing, and bursts of hot air came out.
Mo You frowned and looked at Jiu Ci with sharp eyes, a murderous look flashed in his eyes.
She suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger and put it against Jiu Ci's throat: "Believe it or not, I will kill you?"
"Do you want to murder your husband?"
Jiu Ci became more and more arrogant, using his big hands to force Mo You closer to her.
Seeing that the dagger was about to slit his throat, Moyou breathed quickly and took the dagger back in time. However, it still left a scar as thin as silk on Jiu Ci's neck.
Blood beads oozed out along the scars.
Jiu Ci seemed to feel no pain, and just hugged her, with a smile on his face: "See, you love me, but you are reluctant to kill me.
It’s not a shame to love me, so why don’t you admit it?”
Mo You looked at the blood seam on Jiu Ci's neck, gritted his teeth, stared at his beautiful eyes and asked angrily: "Are you crazy?
Do you want to die?"
In all the years she has been in the world, she has never seen such a lunatic as Jiu Ci. Did she even risk her life?
Or rather, he was convinced that she would not dare to touch him.
"It's cool to die and be a ghost under the peonies."
Jiu Ci took away the dagger from Mo You's hand: "You are still young, don't touch such a sharp weapon, I will feel bad if you hurt yourself."
"Give it back to me..." Moyou gritted his teeth.
"Call me husband and I will return it to you."
Jiu Ci put his arm around Mo You's waist and raised the dagger high with the other hand, preventing Mo You from touching it.
Mo You said coldly: "Dream."
"If you want to reject it, welcome it. I like it."
Mo You, who was about to push Jiu Ci away, almost vomited blood when he heard these words. How could there be such a self-righteous man in the world, who was actually the elder brother of the Empress? His existence was simply an insult to the Empress.
Miss Jiu stood behind Qing Ge, as dumb as a tree, looking at Jiu Ci and Mo You in pain.
The host in front of the saint is really different.
She died in the center of hope again and again, and then resurrected in the complete abyss, over and over again, drawing a wall into a prison, and she couldn't struggle out at all.
People, really can't control their feelings.
Qingge turned back and glanced at Miss Ninth, but she didn't know what to say. It was indeed a cruel thing to love her without getting it.
There was no resentment or jealousy in Miss Jiu's eyes, only uncontrollable boundless pain.
"Cry if you want to, it will be very hard to endure it."
Said softly and warmly.
Senior Gu Long, who was nestled in the spiritual world, finally discovered something. This girl seems to be particularly gentle towards girls?
Miss Ninth shook her head: "You shouldn't cry for unrequited love, but... senior sister... I don't want to cause trouble to everyone, but I seem to be really sad."
Even if she told herself countless times that she didn't deserve it, she should be careful and stop going on.
But... whenever she sees Jiu Ci, her heart will always beat for him.
There was absolutely nothing she could do about this feeling.
She was also afraid that it would affect everyone, so she was full of grievances and did not dare to look pitiful.
Only in the dead of night did I dare to hide under the quilt, cover my left side of my chest and cry silently.
Qing Ge patted Miss Jiu on the shoulder and rubbed Miss Jiu's head: "Ah Jiu, love yourself well so that others can fall in love with you."
"Sister, am I not worthy..." Ninth Girl asked with choked sobs.
"Sincere love can never be said to be unworthy. Only the calculation of weighing the pros and cons can determine whether it is worthy or not.
If you can't get into his heart, it's not that you don't deserve it, it's just that he is not your lover."
Qingge whispered: "Ajiu, sincere feelings will warm you like the spring breeze, and they can heal you even if you are in a desperate situation in life.
And bad feelings will affect your life.
Senior sister, I hope you will always be happy."
Miss Ninth felt warm and rushed over, hugging Qingge tightly and burying her face in Qingge's arms.
"It's great to have senior sister..." Qing Ge sighed.
She felt sorry for these girls.
A kind girl deserves the beauty of the world.
With the comfort of Qingge, Miss Jiu's mood improved a lot.
At the front of the courtyard, Jiu Ci held Mo You's hand naturally, with blood still bleeding from his neck, and walked over with a smile as cheerful as a fool.
Mo You tried to throw Jiu Ci away several times, but with a little force, Jiu Ci would make an exaggerated sound and show an exaggerated expression of pain: "Ah, my neck hurts so much, am I going to die, little Mo You, you
I’m going to be a widow.”
Jiu Ci was very naughty and shameless, so Mo You really had no choice.
Although it was Jiu Ci who acted willfully, the injury on Jiu Ci's neck was caused by her, and because Jiu Ci was the empress's brother, Mo You surrendered and allowed him to make trouble.
No matter how indifferent a girl is, there is nothing she can do when she encounters someone like Jiu Ci.
Moyou took out a medicine bottle and handed it to Jiuci: "Here..." "What is this?"
Jiu Ci asked, the blood from the wound was flowing all over his neck. Who would have thought that Jiu Ci was smiling on his face, but he was secretly using his strength to force his neck. A wound that was not important at first was forced to draw out a lot of blood.
.
On the way to pursue his wife, Jiu Ci was so cruel to him.
"Hemostatic medicine."
Mo You's brows were stern and his tone was cold.
Jiu Ci's eyes lit up: "Is this a betrothal gift?"
Moyou: "?"
Doesn’t this guy understand human speech?
Besides, who would use hemostatic drugs to propose marriage?
No matter how good-tempered Mo You was, Jiu Ci would wear him down. If Jiu Ci's neck was not bleeding in an exaggerated manner, Mo You would have patted his sleeves and left.
"Little Moyou, I don't dislike you. Don't be coy. I will accept this betrothal gift."
Jiuci took the medicine bottle and smiled brightly. Of course, the wound on his neck was still very scary.
Jiu Ci opened the medicine bottle, took the hemostatic elixir inside, and led Mo You towards Qing Ge.
Their eyes met, and there was an awkward silence.
"Call sister-in-law."
Jiu Ci Dao.
Moyou remained expressionless.
"I have accepted this betrothal gift, so don't be polite."
Nine words theory.
Mo You: "..." "Ah, Ge'er, my neck hurts so much. It hurts so much. Check to see if I'm going to die."
From now on, the world will lose a beautiful man with a beautiful tree and a beautiful face."
Jiu Ci almost screamed.
Qing Ge: "..." She was also surprised, how did Jiu Ci do it, making such a small injury look like he was about to bleed to death.
Senior Gu Long witnessed Jiu Ci's shamelessness from a distance away. He really didn't understand. Is there anyone in this world who would rather bleed?
Mo You lowered his head: "Empress, I'm sorry for hurting the Nine Palaces."
"What is it called Jiudian? From now on, it will be called Brother Jiu, Jiulang?"
Ci Lang?
Everything is fine.”
Jiu Ci Dao.
Mo You resisted the urge to hit Jiu Ci and secretly withdrew his hand. However, Jiu Ci's slender hand was like iron and lead, holding her tightly and unable to pull it out no matter how hard he tried.
You are a prodigal! Moyou cursed secretly.
Miss Jiu left quietly. She climbed up to the roof and stared at the horizon in a daze.
My father once said that when you have troubles, just look at the sky in the distance and everything will be solved.
But... the knot in her heart was still there, and she couldn't restrain the devil called 'heartache'.
Even though she was far away, Miss Jiu could always hear Jiu Ci's voice.
His tone was so doting... Miss Jiu would always think of the amazing time they met for the first time, as well as the days when they were in the Medicine Sect and in Sihai City, Jiu Ci carried her through that journey... She has always understood,
The host has always been very gentle... Miss Ninth simply lay down, closed her eyes and let the cold wind blow.
If the body is cold, the heart will not be cold... The Grand Master was about to call Miss Ninth to come down, but was stopped by the Medicine Sect Master.
"Xiaojiu is unhappy."
The Grand Master frowned.
"Some walls can only feel painful if you hit them completely."
The Master of Medicine said.
"Don't you feel bad?"
"How can you not feel distressed, but growing up means that sooner or later you will get hurt."
"Eh..." The Grand Master hesitated for a long time, but decided to listen to the Grand Master's words and ignore Miss Ninth who was in confusion and pain.
Ninth girl lay on the eaves and slept for a long time.
There were still tears hanging at the end of his eyes.
Qing Ge put the cloak on Miss Ninth's body. When Miss Ninth fell asleep, her brows were furrowed tightly.
Miss Ninth woke up suddenly, with cold sweat all over her back. She sat up straight, held Qingge's hand, and said in horror: "Senior sister, I dreamed that Yun Niang lost her eyes..." Yun Yuexia, Shiyin
After arriving in Dongzhou, he quickly became involved with Miss Jiu and others. Miss Jiu had a better personality and Yun Yuexia liked her very much.
"It's all a nightmare, don't think too much about it."
When Qing Ge was comforting Miss Ninth, she frowned and felt a little confused.
Miss Ninth was in pain because of emotional matters, so why did she dream of Yun Yuexia?
Or the sudden dream of losing my eyes.
Miss Jiu has lived in a medicine sect full of love since she was a child. There is no dark and cruel anger in her heart, so she would never have such a dream.
However, Qingge didn't think much about it, it was just an illusory dream.
Miss Jiu said with red eyes: "In the dream, Yun Niang told me that she was in so much pain..." "We will return to Dongzhou soon, don't worry."
Singing softly.
Miss Jiu could never forget that dream, so Qing Ge felt a little heavier. She wished she could put on her wings and fly back to Dongzhou, and take a look at Yun Yuexia before she could feel at ease.
The practitioners from Dongzhou, Tianqi, and the Four Divisions had a carnival last night, talked and laughed, exchanged cups and cups, and got a lot closer.
The sun was at its peak, and everyone got together again, either talking about their common interests or drinking together... "Where is the Empress?"
The master of the palace drank to his heart's content.