Qingge smiled indifferently with her lips curled up.
This is Uncle Mo's last move, so there are no other concerns.
So what if there are too many flaws?
The dust is about to be settled, what are you afraid of?
When Qingge walked out of Zeng's mansion, the moon outside was gloomy and there was no bright beauty.
Qingge frowned slightly and pursed her red lips.
If Uncle Mo insisted on leaving, she would definitely not be able to find it, let alone so little time.
"Go back." she said.
Chu Changge asked naively: "Where to go back?"
"Back to the Alliance Empire." Qingge's eyelids twitched violently and returned patiently.
Chu Changge waved his hand and said casually: "I can't go back."
Qingge's eyes glared slightly, glanced over and asked, "Why? Since we can come, why can't we go back?"
"The empress didn't say she wanted to go back just now. Chu's skills can only support the Nine Realms." Chu Changge said: "Chu thought the empress wanted to escape from the Alliance Empire. Besides, when Chu's skills are almost restored, the 108 Lands will probably be finished."
Qingge's mouth twitched a few times, with a dark face and a cold look at Chu Changge.
Why are these people more unreliable than the other?
She raised her hand and held her forehead, walked forward helplessly, her mind full of affairs of the Alliance Empire.
The situation is urgent and dangerous, and Jiu Ci will definitely sacrifice to heaven.
Suddenly, she regretted it.
Get rid of the damn emperor's responsibility! The world is peaceful! The people of the country!
What is the use of her to want this throne? What is the use of her to love this sentient being? But she wants to have an older brother who loves her!
She shouldn't be that emperor, and she shouldn't stay for the responsibility and the righteousness of the emperor. In this case, Jiuci would never sacrifice to heaven.
Perhaps, she had exposed her nature earlier, so that Jiuci would know that she was a selfish thing, and knew that her hands were stained with blood, killed countless people, and that white bones were piled up under her feet, so Jiuci would probably not have inserted soul-devouring nails into her spine.
That night, Qingge sat on the edge of the Nine Realms, looked down at the vast fire, the flames enveloped the heaven and earth, and she could not even see the outline of the 108 lands.
She tried several times, but she could not break through the stove with her own ability, return to the Alliance Empire, and stop the sacrifice of heaven.
But what if it is stopped?
"Master Tru." Her slender hands surrounded her knees, and her eyes reflected a brilliant fire.
Chu Changge was naked, holding an oil-paper umbrella for Qingge, lowered his head and comforted him: "Jie Ai, the year my father died, I was not thinking about tea or food, but it would all pass."
Qingge: "..." Ah, the night is dark and the wind is high, and the bright moon hides behind the dark clouds. It is a good time to kill people and bury corpses.
Chu Changge stared at Qingge's side face and suddenly shivered, but he didn't know what was going on.
"Do you know?"
She whispered: "I have never done anything I regret in my life. Even if I kill someone, I can be open and upright, and never regret it afterwards. But this time, I regret it. Maybe I shouldn't wear that crown and shouldn't carry this land. Think about it carefully, what does this land have to do with me? I just need my brother to be safe. He has been wandering for so many years and has only lived a good life for a few days..."
Qingge's eyes were slightly red and she smiled bitterly.
Chu Changge patted his shoulder: "Come on, I lend you my brother's shoulder to you, and you will treat me as your eldest brother in the future."
Qingge: "..."
Qingge shook his head and stood up.
Chu Changge asked suspiciously: "What are you going to do?"
"Go to find my brother, bring him and my subordinates back, and ignore the rest of the people." Qingge said: "Even if my life is burned."
"You..." Chu Changge's eyes widened.
"Ba...ba...ba...ba...ba...ba...b"
Applause sounded.
A figure came.
He was a young man with evil eyes and long eyebrows on his temples, wearing a cool black gown, looking at her joke: "Well, Ye Qingge, Jiuci has you as his sister, it is his blessing. I am so jealous of him."
Qingge's eyes flashed, his heart suddenly pounded, and he almost blurted out: "Uncle Mo!"
"Did you know about me?" asked the boy.
Qingge nodded, with joy in her eyes. She took out the runes of the Eight Desolates and handed them to the young man: "Mr. Xuannv did not abandon you back then. She chose you. Everything is recorded here. Let's take a look."
"What are you talking nonsense?" the young man sneered: "I have read these eight wilderness runes countless times, and I still need you to teach me?"
"Then you should know that there is a place in the Eight Desolate Runes that is blank! My senior brother is good at poison art and has a tacit understanding with the Seven-Secret Poison Doctor, and has found a solution."
"Mo Bingshu, the answer you want is inside, why not take a look?" Qingge said.
The boy retreated: "Ye Qingge, I
I won't see it."
He is afraid.
The endless desolation ignited a little hope of excitement, and was immediately extinguished.
How ruthless should it be?
"Ye Qingge, One Hundred and Eight Lands are about to be destroyed. Goodbye, I think you will never see you again in your life."
The boy gradually disappeared into darkness.
At the critical moment, Qingge opened the Eight Desolate Runes and threw them towards the young man. The Eight Desolate Runes unfolded, directly showing the picture of the previous blank part.
"Hurry! Send Mo'er out quickly, I will never let him sacrifice to heaven!"
"Mo'er is still so young. He has been in a miserable life since childhood. He is a poor child. He has only enjoyed a few years of blessings, but he wants to sacrifice to heaven? If I had known the result of today, I would never have taken him back to Kyoto."
“…”
Voices came from the eight wilderness runes.
Half of the figure of the boy is hidden in the darkness, and half is obviously in front of others.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
Until he finished reading this part, he did not come back to his senses, but black tears flowed out from his face.
Deep in the blood pupils, Mo Xuan in the prison also heard his voice, and his consciousness gradually became clear.
For 30,000 years, she was imprisoned in the golden house built by Mo Xuan and the character created by the wizard for her, making her increasingly painful and unable to live a hard life.
It was too long, so long that she was about to forget her original relationship.
And that kind of feeling became clearer.
"Mo'er, run away quickly, they want to capture you to sacrifice to the sky!" Mo Xuan's eyes were filled with tears and shouted in panic.
This sound untied Uncle Mo's heart.
The boy squatted down and held his head with both hands.
"Sister." He whispered.
Mo Xuan's figure appeared in front of Uncle Mo. She was thin and thin, and her snow-white hair dispersed like a waterfall.
She shed tears, squatted down, stretched out her hands and hugged the boy lightly.
"Xiaoshu, the only one who is most worried about in my sister is you."
The boy choked up.
This time, he fell into the abyss of guilt.
My sister treated him so well, but he locked her up for 30,000 years.
Qingge looked at the siblings and was in a complicated mood.
The misunderstanding that time has been so long has accumulated many corpses of people in the middle, and it has been lifted until today.
It’s just that the group of masters of the Eight Desolations are self-righteous and proactive, which makes things go uncontrollable.