The sword in the song can cut down ferocious beasts and fierce enemies, split open crocodiles and dragons in the deep sea, and split the sky.
She was so brave and mighty, but at this moment she chose the lowest level of escape.
As a human being, there will inevitably be times when we are suffocated by suffering and lose our strength.
Inside the door, Qingge closed her eyes slightly, hiding the secret of the soul-eating nail in the deepest part of her soul.
If it were her responsibility to insert the Soul-eating Nail, she would choose to sacrifice herself without hesitation.
She also knew that Jiu Ci, as an elder brother, would give up his life for her.
Even if what Zhang Renhuang said is true and the Abyss Tribulation was triggered by Jiu Ci's soul-eating nail, as long as Jiu Ci doesn't know about it, Jiu Ci won't be able to shoulder this responsibility! It's good to be a selfish person.
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Don't care about everyone in the world, just live for yourself.
Outside the sandalwood door, Jiu Ci stared closely at the door. He wanted to walk over several times and growled in refusal.
But he can't.
He promised his sister.
Jiuci turned his head and walked away.
Do what you say.
Since he promised, he will do it.
Before midnight, Jiu Ci used all possible means, including coaxing, deceiving, and even coercion and inducement, to bring Ye Qingtian, Grandpa and others along with the plane beasts and plunder them back to Nine Realms City.
Even Mo You, who wanted to live and die with his host, was taken away by him.
At the edge of Jiujie City, Jiu Ci arranged accommodation for these people. After walking out of his grandfather's room, he heard his grandfather's kind voice behind him: "Ci'er, can Ge'er never come back?"
Jiu Ci paused for a moment, and stayed silent for a long time. He turned back to look at his gray-haired grandfather, stiffly pulled his lips, and said with difficulty: "No, Ge'er's luck is unparalleled, and good people have their own destiny."
, I have endured all kinds of hardships, how can I not come back?
She will definitely return with glory and victory!"
"That girl has suffered a lot in the past few years. She is obviously just a little girl, but she has to face too many hardships and dangers, and she always refuses to show her weakness."
The grandfather said: "She is a person who values family ties very much. The existence of Mr. Ye and I probably did not help and became a burden to her.
I just hope that she and One Hundred and Eighty Lu can be safe. If she is gone in this world, we two immortals will not be able to survive."
"Grandma, don't worry, I will protect my sister."
The nine words are solemn and authentic.
Grandpa was stunned for a while. In her impression, Jiuci called her grandma only a handful of times. He was an extremely arrogant boy, with a look of "I can't stand the enemy."
The grandfather pondered for a moment and said earnestly: "Ci'er, don't forget, you are also a twenty-year-old man, so you don't have to shoulder everything.
It should be the responsibility of the elders to protect the younger generation."
Jiu Ci frowned, "You just need to be able to enjoy your old age with peace of mind. If you have time to amuse the bird and walk the dog, it's better than anything else. Ge'er and I are such old people, and we still have to protect you all the time. Isn't that a waste?"
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"I'll take care of everything. There's nothing in this world that I can't solve. You're a lot older, so don't worry about the country and the people all day long."
Jiu Ci's words and attitude were so impolite, Grandpa's eyes became gentler and doting as he listened.
After patting his chest in assurance, he walked out of the house and closed the double doors gently.
***Jiu resigned and met someone.
Uncle Mo from the Nine Realms Mo Mansion was also the benefactor who saved him from the mass grave.
Uncle Mo was pruning leaves in the tea garden and wore a simple gray robe. He was always kind and approachable, making people less likely to get angry.
"Uncle Mo."
Jiuci knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists with both hands: "You have a solution to the abyss calamity, don't you?
Could you please tell Ci'er?
Ci'er only begs you this time, whatever you want Ci'er can do."
"Is anything okay?"
Uncle Mo had his back to Jiuci, his head slightly lowered, and he was holding a pair of not-so-sharp scissors in his hand.
"As long as we can solve the abyss catastrophe and allow One Hundred and Eight Lands to overcome this difficulty, Ci'er is willing to do anything."
"Then...what if I want you to die?"
Uncle Mo's voice was not as gentle as before, but had a sinister aura. At that moment, it made people's hair stand on end.
Jiu Ci suddenly raised his head, his face turned pale, as if he had never known Uncle Mo before.
Suddenly, Uncle Mo gradually looked back, narrowed his eyes and smiled softly, "Ci'er, Uncle Mo is joking with you."
But for a moment, Jiu Ci broke out in cold sweat, swallowed hard, and trembled all over.
This was the first time in so many years that he saw Uncle Mo like this.
In my memory, Uncle Mo was always a kind and gentle person. He seemed to have no temper and was kind to everyone.
"I can't solve the catastrophe of the abyss. Ci'er, I will give you something. Remember, you can only open it when you are alive or dead."
Uncle Mo put a brocade bag in Jiu Ci's palm. The brocade bag was slightly cold in his hand, and it didn't look like something inside.
"This is...?"
"You'll know then."
Uncle Mo said.
Uncle Mo continued to work on the tea leaves, but suddenly he shivered and a cold wind blew around him. It was a bit cold in early winter.
Uncle Mo raised his head and looked at the sky. It was gray and a little overcast. Thinking about it carefully, this land that was not yet barren had not seen the blazing blue sun for a long time.
"When winter is over, spring will probably come quietly."
Uncle Mo murmured to himself: "Good things will always come quietly. Ci'er, I wish you good luck."
Jiu Ci walked out of Mo's house unknowingly, feeling a headache and not understanding what Uncle Mo's words meant.
Uncle Mo today is a different person.
Uncertain.
After much hesitation, Jiu Ci decided to open the bag of tips given by Uncle Mo Xiang to see what was hidden inside.
But no matter how hard he tried, the kit remained motionless, with a faint golden ring on the surface.
Jiuci was discouraged and put the kit away properly.
Gradually, the night has deepened, and the moonlight is as hazy as water.
Before midnight, Jiu Ci rode the plane beast and returned to the Flame Sky Alliance Empire.
He stood on the back of the plane beast and looked at the distant Nine Realms City. Red light shone beside him, and the temperature was getting higher and higher.
"Xiao Moyou, I'm sorry, I broke my promise this time.
I will fulfill your destiny for you, and you must live well."
Jiu Ci is quite sad.
Jiu Ci started to feel melancholy when he thought of the soft little Moyou.
Love is selfish.
Even if he died in the Alliance Empire, he would not let others in the secular world touch the holy Moyou.
They don’t deserve it! “Huh?”
A thin and ethereal voice sounded from the side, and Jiu Ci once suspected that he was hallucinating.
Jiuci shook his head and sighed, "We've only been apart for a while, and I'm already hearing hallucinations. Alas..." "What are you mumbling over there alone?"
"Little... Moyou?"
Jiu Ci was stunned.
Moyou ruffled the feathers of the mythical beast, walked out, walked to the beast's back, and stood in front of Jiu Ci: "If you don't die, I'm sorry for the gold you begged for me."
Jiu Ci looked happy, then became furious. He grabbed Mo You by the back of his shirt, carried it to the side, and asked, "What nonsense! Who asked you to come?"