"Wuji is a little too high today?" Li Shiqi looked at Zhao Wuji at the other table. Zhao Wuji seemed to be particularly happy today, even so happy that she felt unusual.
"Looking at my brother's appearance, he probably wants to do something bad at night." The little girl curled her lips and looked sulky.
"Uh huh huh~" The women were instantly amused by the little girl's words.
"You still know that you can do bad things at such a young age." Ye Huaikong said with a wry smile: "Drink your animal milk well, your brother traveled to many places to collect it."
"We will drink too." The barbarian goddess raised her glass: "Here's to your success in cultivation."
Several women also stood up one after another and began to raise glasses and drink together, eating meat and drinking wine.
Soon, Zhao Wuji was almost done drinking.
"Brothers, let's just drink here today. A hundred years from now, the Starry Sky Ancient Road will appear. We will get together again and fight on the Immortal Road." Zhao Wuji said with a smile.
"Okay!"
"A must!"
"Obligated!"
Everyone responded to Zhao Wuji’s proposal.
"But with your current level of cultivation as a great sage, you cannot enter the Immortal Path. At the very least, you must be like Chenxi and enter the quasi-emperor." Zhao Wuji said: "So in the past hundred years, you must live in seclusion, and don't go there.
If you can't even enter the forbidden area of the Immortal Road, then I won't wait for you."
"Hehe! Brother Zhao, don't worry! One hundred years, for me, is enough to break through to the quasi-emperor!" Ouyang Ke boasted with all his chest.
"Ouyang Ke seems to be specializing in the art of Yuantian now. I'm really not afraid of the unknown in his later years." Wang Fugui smiled jokingly at this moment.
"So what if my old age is unknown? I won't have you guys taking care of me in the future? Hahaha!" Ouyang Ke disagreed.
"This is a good calculation! Hahaha!" Jimo Feixue gave a thumbs up.
"Then we won't disturb Brother Zhao's bridal chamber!" Lanling Wuxi stood up and took the lead in signaling to everyone. Although he seemed a bit rigid and ascetic, he was still very sensible!
Everyone quickly understood and left the rooftop.
The fat man finally left, looked at Zhao Wuji, and suddenly felt a little reluctant: "Master Dao, I have asked Ye Huaikong. You should take care of yourself. It is difficult to talk about borrowing luck."
"Don't worry, I won't die even if you die. I will bury you with my own hands when the time comes." Zhao Wuji pursed his lips and smiled.
"Thank you!" Upon hearing this, the fat man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then disappeared into the night sky with a swish sound: "I hope you will do what you say!"
"Definitely~" Zhao Wuji waved his hand in the direction where the fat man left in the night sky.
As everyone left, only Zhao Wuji, the two brides, and the two beauties were left on the rooftop.
The little girl originally didn't want to leave, but Zhao Ziyu even coaxed her into taking her away.
"Now can you tell me what's going on with you?" Li Shiqi always felt a little strange, and said to Zhao Wuji: "There are no outsiders now."
Zhao Wuji looked at Ye Huaikong but did not answer immediately.
"I didn't say anything." Seeing Zhao Wuji looking at him, Ye Huaikong felt humble and at a loss.
"You need to know anyway. I don't want to blame you. I just think that you still come here after knowing the reason. Why are you bothering?" Zhao Wuji looked at Ye Huaikong distressedly, feeling a little guilty in his heart.
"What on earth is going on?" When the others heard Zhao Wuji's words, they immediately had a bad premonition and looked at Ye Huaikong.
"Sister Huai Kong, please tell me quickly." Bai Mei said, "We are all a family and we shouldn't hide anything from each other."
"He came to my timeline and borrowed the luck from the beginningless time. Now there is not much time. In another month, he will die due to the loss of luck." Ye Huaikong said.
"What did you say?!"
All the women were shocked and a little at a loss.
Among them, Li Shiqi's eyes instantly became wet, and she even looked at Zhao Wuji with a bit of viciousness: "How could this be possible...Father, my second uncle, they are all gone! Are you even going to leave me now!"
"Some fates are destined. I am not from this world, you should know." Zhao Wuji felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he did not want to die: "Maybe my mission has been achieved, and the moonlight bell in my mind does not want my life.
But I still haven’t escaped my fate.”
"You damn guy, didn't you say you don't believe in fate?" Bai Mei also looked ashen.
"We have just gotten married, and we are about to face life and death. How could you do this?" Yao Xi's eyes were red at this moment: "Bitch Zhao, you are not allowed to leave. We will go to the Immortal Road together in a hundred years, you said so!" p>
"I'm sorry." Zhao Wuji was helpless.
"Now that you have become an emperor, can't you change your destiny?" Bai Mei said.
"Beyond the Emperor, there is the Red Dust Immortal. Above the Red Dust Immortal, there is the Quasi-Immortal Emperor, the Immortal Emperor, and even a Dao Sacrifice Realm. Perhaps if you reach the Dao Sacrifice Realm, you can reflect on the eternity and resurrect me." Zhao
Wuji smiled and said: "So, you don't have to be so pessimistic. As long as you practice well in the future and reach that state, I can live."
"Is there such a realm?" Several women were a little dumbfounded. In their minds, the emperor was already the top existence in the world. They didn't expect that there would be so many realms later!
"Yes." Zhao Wuji nodded.
But having said that, he understands that these people may never reach the Dao Sacrifice realm. After all, throughout the history of Zhetian, there are only a few people who have reached the level of Red Dust Immortal. Duan De has reincarnated for nine lives, and it took millions of years to achieve this.
Barely becoming a mortal fairy.
There are also quasi-immortal emperors and immortal emperors on the Red Dust Immortal, and then there is the Sacrificial Dao. This realm has only been achieved by Huangtian Emperor in the ancient times.
Ye Hei and Chu Luoli, the two later Emperors of Heaven, only became equal to the Emperor of Desolate Heaven and reached the Sacrifice Path in the endless years to come.
The talent and time required are unimaginable. Therefore, although Zhao Wuji is telling the truth and he can resurrect others at this level, the probability of people here wanting to do it is almost zero.
It can be regarded as a disguised form of comfort for these women.
"Are you serious?"
The four women believe it, and their beautiful eyes are full of sincerity and desire to practice. For Zao Wuji, I believe they will work hard to practice regardless of the cost.
"Seriously!" Zhao Wuji nodded seriously again: "I am waiting for you to reach the sacrifice realm and revive me, my beautiful wives!"
"In that case, I will trust you once." Bai Mei said first.
"Well, after I pass away, you will use an ice coffin to freeze me, and then you can save me." Zhao Wuji spoke seriously, which also strengthened the authenticity of what he said.
"Stop talking about these unhappy things. Even if you can survive, it will take a long time. Why not cherish this month of time." Yao Xi said at the moment: "Do something meaningful."
"Okay, you two can discuss it, I will listen to you." Zhao Wuji smiled softly, then slowly raised his head to look at the red moon, his eyes became complicated.