Qingge has many questions in her heart, but has no answers.
As she thought, if the young man had not been obsessed with Mo Xuan, he would have already reached heaven, or even a higher place.
Not only that, his heavenly secret strength is worthy of the heavenly secret.
At the moment when the abyssal catastrophe comes, the young man goes to the fire alone, looking forward to death.
He never hesitated at all, as if he was the bearer of glory and mission.
In the end, he still became a hero to the people of the world, but it was a pity that it was 30,000 years too late.
And the misfortunes in this world are tormenting every extreme person in a trapped beast.
The first snow covered every firelight, and the mess after the battle actually made people excited. It was the joy of the rest of the life after the disaster. When the cultivators of one hundred and eight continents were in despair, they only saw the disaster coming like thunder.
There was a handsome young man who blocked this disaster with his thin body. His body was shattered, but one hundred and eight soul-eating nails fell on the big body.
The land is right at Jiu Ci's feet.
Jiu Ci stared blankly at the soul-eating nails on the ground. He had always been strong and forbearing, but for some reason, his heart ached and tears flowed from his eyes.
Maybe it was snowing too much.
He knelt down, picked up each soul-eating nail, and put it in his pocket.
Zhang Liren and Qiu Qingqing stood beside him, stunned.
I really can’t figure out who the person who offered sacrifices to heaven just now was...
***
At the edge of the outline of the Nine Boundaries City, Qingge watched the last ray of fire disappear, and her hanging heart was relieved.
An old man with a stooped back appeared next to Qingge and said respectfully: "Empress, you have worked hard for so long, please go to the Holy Lady's house to rest for a while."
Qing Ge had seen this white-haired old man with a kind-faced face on the street of Si Xing Bei Yue. At that time, there was a carriage, the old man and Mo You, who was dying soon.
He is a man of no worries.
He said softly, "Yeah", and walked into the Holy Girl's Mansion with Mo Xuan in his arms.
She placed Mo Xuan on the bed, used the power of the Snow Spirit Pearl to observe Mo Xuan, and then wrote down a prescription for Mo Xuan to regulate his body in the study room of the Holy Lady's Mansion.
Mo Xuan's body was in poor health and his mental state was not good. He had been traumatized by pressure from the outside world, which was probably the work of the Bahuang wizard.
Qingge handed the prescription to the old man, sat on one side and rubbed the center of his brow.
Although the abyssal catastrophe has been resolved, the power of the furnace has brought indelible damage to One Hundred and Eight Continents.
After all, it is a blessing among misfortunes.
Qing Ge thought about the reconstruction of One Hundred and Eight Continents for a while, and then started thinking about cultivation.
After breaking through two more levels, she can become a source master and pass the nine realms assessment to go to the three thousand worlds. Only after going to the three thousand worlds can she get one step closer to the world of immortality.
Next to the study is the room where Mo Xuan is.
"Little book!"
Mo Xuan woke up in a panic, sat up straight and looked around in panic.
Qingge quickly rushed to the bed and sat on the edge, "Are you awake? Are you feeling well? What do you want to eat?"
Mo Xuan held Qingge's hands tightly, his dry and white lips trembled, and asked anxiously: "Miss Ye, where is the little book? Where is the little book?"
"It's time to sacrifice to heaven." Qingge said bluntly.
Mo Xuan's face was blank and unbelievable.
She suddenly let go of Qing Ge's back, moved back a little distance, and shook her head: "No... no..."
"He has already offered sacrifices to heaven. Before he died, he hoped that you could live well." Qingge said.
Mo Xuan held his head in his hands and burst into tears.
She had never cherished the 30,000 years of getting along with him, but now that Xiao Shu was gone, she had to act coy.
Mo Xuan's throat was sore and he lowered his hands feebly. He stared blankly ahead and said mechanically: "Can I still live well?"
"You can do it." Qingge said: "When you really can't, just think about him. Before the Abyss Tribulation, he probably suffered a lot in order to take you out of the Eight Wastes."
Mo Xuan suddenly remembered some things from that year, clenched the brocade quilt tightly with both hands, and gritted his teeth.
"You are the person he wants to protect at the risk of his life, and you are the person he struggles with pain but cannot bear to separate from. You being alive in this world is his greatest joy." Qingge whispered.
Mo Xuan leaned back and turned his head.
In front of the door, a figure came, it was a beautiful boy from memory.
He walked out of the snow and wind, Mo Xuan's eyes were filled with hope.
When the winter halo gradually disappeared and the boy's face became clearer, Mo Xuan's eyes were full of disappointment.
The young man who came from outside was none other than Jiu Ci.
Jiu Ci was busy with the dust and was very anxious.
In his arms he held a jar and a bundle.
"Brother, this is...?" Qingge asked puzzledly. "The soul-eating nails in the body of the heaven-sacrifice, and in this jar, are the ashes of the heaven-sacrifice. Zhang Guoshi, Qiu Qingqing and several Tianji masters spent nine
It took the efforts of Niu and Hu to collect these ashes. Not all the ashes were scattered in the wind and snow.
But I did my best." Jiuci said, "I brought him to see you.
"Ge'er, tell me, who is the person offering sacrifices to heaven?"
"It's Uncle Mo." Qingge said.
"It is indeed him..." Jiuci lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "In Uncle Mo's eyes, I am nothing."
After all, he was the elder who brought him up with his own hands. For Jiu Ci, who had been helpless since childhood, that was the only love he had.
"You are his child." Mo Xuan said: "When you were three years old, you were infected with a deadly poison. He went to Beihai alone to seek the antidote and almost died."
"When you were seven years old, you fell seriously ill, and he took care of you all night long."
"You insert the soul-eating nails into the bones of your body, and he wipes his tears on the eaves."
"The first time you painted for him, after you left, he looked at it for half a day and didn't allow anyone else to touch it."
"The day you had the night terror was the only time in 30,000 years that he drank all night."
"..."
Jiuci didn't recognize the woman on the couch, but he still remembered everything she said.
He remembered that he was poisoned when he was three years old, and he also remembered that Uncle Mo casually threw a bottle of antidote to him.
He also remembered that when he was seven years old, he was seriously ill and fell unconscious. When he was in a daze, he only felt that there was someone beside him. When he woke up, the house was empty.
Deserted.
He thought he was hallucinating.
***
Jiu Ci hugged the soul-eating nail and the urn and closed his eyes.
Uncle Mo, have a good trip.
"Give me his ashes and soul-eating nails, I am his sister." Mo Xuan said.
Jiu Ci opened his eyes and looked towards Qing Ge.
After Qingge nodded, she walked towards Mo Xuan and gently put down the urn and the baggage containing the soul-eating nails.
Mo Xuan gently touched the urn and forced a smile: "My little book is really promising."
"Are you happy?"
"This time it's not that your sister has abandoned you, but that you have abandoned your sister. Forever, and your sister will never find you again."
"Are you very happy? Are you still thinking about punishing your sister?" Mo Xuan held up the urn and pressed his face against the cold altar. He was heartbroken and shed a line of tears.