Qing Ge curled her lips into an indifferent smile.
This is Uncle Mo's last move, so he has no other worries.
So what if there are too many flaws?
The dust is almost settling, so what are you still afraid of?
When Qingge walked out of Zeng's house, the moonlight outside was gloomy, without any bright beauty.
Qingge frowned slightly and pursed her red lips.
If Uncle Mo insisted on leaving, she would never find him, not to mention there was only such a small amount of time.
"Go back."
she said.
Chu Changge asked innocently: "Where are you going back to?"
"Return to the Alliance Empire."
Qingge's eyelids twitched and she patiently replied.
Chu Changge waved his hand and said casually: "I can't go back."
Qingge's eyes widened slightly, she looked sideways and asked, "Why?
Since I can come, why can’t I go back?”
"The empress didn't say she wanted to go back just now. Chu's skills can only support her to come to the Nine Realms."
Chu Changge said: "Chu thought that the empress wanted to escape from the Alliance Empire. Besides, when Chu's skills are almost restored, the one hundred and eight continents will probably be finished."
The corner of Qingge's mouth twitched slightly, her face darkened, and she looked at Chu Changge with cold eyes.
Why are these people so unreliable?
She raised her hand to rest on her forehead and walked forward helplessly, her mind filled with thoughts about the Alliance Empire.
The situation is urgent and critical, Jiu Ci will definitely sacrifice to the heaven.
Suddenly, she regretted it.
Damn the responsibility of the emperor! The world is peaceful! The people of the country! What is the use of this throne for her?
What's the use of asking these sentient beings to love you?
But she has to hook up with a brother who loves her! She shouldn't be the emperor, let alone stay because of the responsibility and the emperor's righteousness. In this case, Jiu Ci will never sacrifice to heaven.
Perhaps, if she had exposed her true nature earlier and let Jiu Ci know that she was a selfish person, knowing that her hands were stained with blood, that she had killed countless people, and that mountains of bones were piled up under her feet, Jiu Ci would probably not have inserted a soul-eating tool into her spine.
Nailed.
That night, Qingge sat on the edge of the Nine Realms, looking down at the vast fire. The flames enveloped the world and she couldn't even see the outline of the One Hundred and Eight Continents.
She tried several times, but could not rely on her own ability to break through the furnace, return to the Alliance Empire, and stop the sacrifice to heaven.
But what if it’s blocked?
"Master Chu Clan."
Her slender hands were wrapped around her knees, and her eyes reflected the brilliant firelight.
Chu Changge was naked to the waist, holding an oil-paper umbrella for Qingge, lowered his head and said comfortingly: "I'm sorry, the year my father died, I didn't think about food or tea, but it will pass."
Qingge: "..." Ah, the night is dark and windy, and the bright moon is hiding behind the dark clouds. It is a good time to kill people and bury corpses.
Chu Changge stared at Qingge's side face and shivered suddenly, but he didn't know what was going on.
"You know what?"
She whispered: "I have never done anything I regret in my life. Even if I kill someone, I can be aboveboard and upright, and I will never regret it afterwards.
But this time, I regretted it. Maybe, I shouldn’t wear that imperial crown and carry this land.
If you think about it carefully, what does this land have to do with me?
I just want my brother to be well. He has been wandering around for so many years and has only had a few good days..." Qingge's eyes were red and she smiled bitterly.
Chu Changge patted his shoulder: "Come on, let me lend you my brother's shoulder. From now on, you will treat me as your big brother."
Qingge: "..." Qingge shook her head and stood up.
Chu Changge asked suspiciously: "What are you going to do?"
"Go find my brother and bring him and my men back. Don't care about the others."
He sang softly: "Even if it burns up my life."
"You..." Chu Changge's eyes widened.
"Pah...pah..." there was a sound of applause.
A figure came over.
It was a young man with sinister eyes and long eyebrows. He was wearing a cool black gown and looked at her jokingly: "Well said, Ye Qingge, Jiu Ci is lucky to have you as his sister.
I'm so jealous of him."
Qingge's eyes flashed, her heart beat suddenly, and she almost blurted out: "Uncle Mo!"
"You know about me?"
the boy asked.
Qingge nodded, her eyes full of joy. She took out the Eight Desolations Rune and handed it to the young man: "Ms. Xuannu did not abandon you back then. She chose you. Everything is recorded in it. Please take a look."
"What are you talking about?"
The young man sneered: "I have read these eight wasteland runes countless times, do I still need you to teach me?"
"Then you should know that there is a blank place in the Eight Desolations runes! My senior brother is good at poison, and he has a tacit understanding with the Seven Jue Poison Doctors and found a solution."
"Mo Bingshu, the answer you want is inside, why not take a look?"
Singing softly.
The young man stepped back: "Ye Qingge, I don't know how to read."
He is afraid.
The endless desolation ignited a little hopeful hope, which was immediately extinguished.
How ruthless must it be?
"Ye Qingge, One Hundred and Eight Lands is about to be destroyed. Goodbye, I think you will never see us again in this life."
The young man gradually faded into darkness.
At the critical moment, Qing Ge opened the Bahuang Rune and threw it in the direction of the boy. The Bahuang Rune unfolded, directly showing the previously blank part of the screen.
"Quick! Send Mo'er out quickly, I will never let him sacrifice to heaven!"
"Mo'er is still so young. He has had a hard life since he was a child. He is a poor child. He has only enjoyed a few years of blessings, but he has to sacrifice to heaven?
If I had known what would happen today, I would never have taken him back to Kyoto."
"..." Voices came out from the Bahuang runes one after another.
The young man's figure was half hidden in the darkness, and half clearly visible in front of others.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
He didn't come back to his senses until he finished reading this part, but black tears flowed from his face.
Deep in the blood pupil, Mo Xuan in the prison also heard his own voice, and his consciousness gradually became clear.
For thirty thousand years, she was imprisoned in the golden house built by Mo Xuan, and also imprisoned in the character created by the wizard for her, which made her increasingly miserable and unable to live well.
It took so long that she almost forgot her first feelings.
And that feeling became increasingly clear.
"Mo'er, run away quickly, they are going to arrest you to sacrifice to heaven!"
In his eyes, Mo Xuan burst into tears and shouted in panic.
This sound relieved Uncle Mo's heart.
The young man knelt down and held his head in his hands.
"elder sister."
he whispered.
Mo Xuan's figure appeared in front of Uncle Mo. Her clothes were thin, her figure was thin, and her snow-white hair spread like a waterfall.
With tears in her eyes, she knelt down and stretched out her hands to hug the boy.
"Xiao Shu, the only person my sister is worried about the most is you."
The young man choked.
This time, he fell into the abyss of guilt.
His sister treated him so well, yet he imprisoned her for thirty thousand years.
Qingge looked at the two siblings with mixed emotions.
The misunderstanding that lasted for such a long time, and the bodies of many people accumulated in the process, can only be resolved today.
It's only the fault of those group of Eight Desolate Grandmasters who were so self-righteous and adept at making their own opinions that things got out of hand.