Chapter 105 Chapter 105 "Lend me your eyes."...

They haven't communicated for a long time.

After all, talking takes effort, not to mention that the relationship between them is not one that allows for friendly greetings.

It was rare to hear Jiu Zhao speak on his own initiative. Wu Zhu even wanted to scratch his ears with his claws to make sure that this was not an illusion caused by long-term loneliness.

"Why is he dying?"

He asked, "Sichen has injected life-saving divine power into you to this extent. Why is there any need to hide it?"

Jiu Zhao seemed a little embarrassed by the question and remained silent for a long time.

The witch gradually realized that something was amiss and asked, "Is there something wrong with the divine power?"

"Why do you have to pretend to care?"

Jiu Zhao's voice was momentarily stagnant, as if his inner thoughts had been touched upon, but then he forced himself to remain indifferent. "If sacrificing your life could bring about the death of the Three Pure Ones' Crown Prince, you should be clapping and cheering the moment before it was reduced to ashes, right?"

Wu Zhu laughed out loud from his nose: "The one who understands me is my master."

"...The thought of dying with you makes me feel unlucky."

Jiu Zhao raised her phoenix neck and looked up at the sky with her eyes that were burning red.

Even if no one is around, the pride of a queen flowing in her blood will not allow her to show any fear or timidity.

But the primordial fire arrived in an instant, the intense heat turning into a sharp knife approaching her eyes, forcing her to lower her neck and bury her phoenix head in the sparse, dwindling feathers. She spoke in a muffled voice, "Do you know what I've been thinking about these days?"

Jiu Zhao's words were originally a question.

Under normal circumstances, only the person himself can answer such irrelevant questions as what is going on in his mind.

But Wu Zhu realized that they had been together for too long, so long that the moment he heard the question, the correct answer had already emerged in his mind.

"I miss your Father God, your Yan Lang, and that merman friend who has been lying in bed for nearly a hundred years and whose presence is unknown."

Without thinking, he interrupted what Jiu Zhao was about to say.

Jiu Zhao choked for a moment before scratching his scorched head with the tip of his wing. He said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "You're like a worm in my stomach, always able to guess my thoughts... But it's not just these, there are other things too. Only when I was about to die did I realize I still had many regrets."

"Regret is natural. When it comes to the imperfections of life, we are no different from the mortals in Yunsheng's world."

One of them is a fairy and the other is a demon, and their horoscopes are incompatible.

Although Wu Zhu often called his master in a teasing manner, he never treated her as someone superior.

Therefore, when we get together, there are always arguments.

But this time Jiu Zhao did not quarrel with him.

She ignored Wu Zhu's words and continued muttering to herself.

It seems that if I don’t speak at this moment, there will be no chance to confide in others:

"The reason I chose to go directly into the tree's heart was because I was afraid you would discover my intention to burn you to death with the Primordial Fire, and play tricks on me while I was going back to say goodbye to my family. I didn't expect you to trick me and miss my last chance to see them—

"Wu Zhu, why have I become so unlucky since I met you?"

"It's only natural that I'm unlucky. Didn't the gods of Sanqingtian all say that people with mixed bloodlines are born unlucky?" Wu Zhu remained unmoved by Jiu Zhao's complaints, even resorting to the Sanqingtian's explanation, "I'm half-demon. Of course, you'll be affected if you get close to me."

"What about me? Is it because I have mixed bloodlines of dragon and phoenix that I bring bad luck to those around me?"

After hearing what he said, Jiu Zhao couldn't help but mock himself.

She looked back at her life which was coming to an end with her eyes wide open.

After a while, he slowly exhaled a breath of warm air. "Father God and Mother God gave birth to me at great cost, but I have never made them feel proud. The Three Pure Heavens need a wise and decisive crown prince, but I have been idle for over 30,000 years, gaining a bad reputation. Zhu Yan was willing to submit to his fate of early death, but my obsession finally ignited his desire to live. But I can't save him, nor can I control myself—"

"You say, are they all unfortunate to have met me?"

Jiu Zhao pronounced the word "unfortunately" very lightly, and a deep apology flashed across his eyes.

She paused, her apology subtly changing, revealing a hint of reluctance. "Also, I've clearly decided to say goodbye to my past self and take on the responsibilities of the crown prince, but before I can change Sanqingtian, I'm going to die here... I really can't accept it."

Wu Zhu was not interested in the Father God and Yan Lang mentioned by Jiu Zhao.

Instead, when she mentioned the last point, he took the initiative to speak up: "So, how do you want to change Sanqingtian?"

Talking about ideals with an enemy would only lead to ridicule. Jiu Zhao replied perfunctorily: "It's not what you imagined anyway."

Wu Zhu laughed again. "That's right. I imagined the Purple Palace crashing from its highest point, and the entire Three Pure Heavens being destroyed. After all, everyone lives for their inner desires. Compared to those hypocritical gods, I think it would be better for the demons to rule the world."

He knew Jiu Zhao too well, so he knew the answer to the question that should have been answered by Jiu Zhao himself.

Precisely because he knew Jiu Zhao too well, he knew better how to provoke Jiu Zhao's anger with just a few words.

As expected, Jiu Zhao raised his voice, his emotions clearly fluctuating. "You and I are bound by blood, living and dying together. We don't have much time left to live. Is it your habit to quarrel before dying? Don't you have any unfinished business?"

"I'm not as hypocritical as you gods."

Wu Zhu raised his dragon body. Due to the long period of crouching, part of his rotting flesh had adhered to the ground beneath him. As he moved, the flesh was forcibly torn apart. He gasped softly, but his spirits were lifted by his bickering with Jiu Zhao. "I have no parents, no love, and the only person I care about is Wu Shao. But we fought side by side for ten thousand years. This life has already been worth it."

Jiu Zhao didn't expect that he would not follow his plan at all.

After a long while, he murmured, "...Then you are really free and easy."

"But now that you've reminded me, I seem to have something to regret."

Wu Zhu changed the subject again.

Jiu Zhao asked, "What is it?"

"You've been treating me like Zhu Yan for so many years, and you've never called me by my correct name. Why don't you try calling me Zhu Lang now?"

Jiu Zhao was stunned.

Then he became embarrassed and angry: "Get out!!"

Wu Zhu burst into laughter.

His body shook with laughter, and the sharp pain came like a tide, but he felt so refreshed.

After laughing for a while, he finally put away the last sharp edge in his voice that could hurt people, and said softly: "Jiu Zhao, putting aside the identity of our enemy, I don't hate you. You are not like your father Sichen, nor like your mother who gave up all responsibilities for love.

"You are different from the Three Pure Ones and the immortals I have met—

"If you were the one sitting in the position of the Divine Emperor and said you wanted to change the Three Pure Heavens, I would believe you were sincere."

“…”

He and Wu Zhu had a blood pact for nearly a hundred years.

When he had the absolute upper hand and suppressed him, Jiu Zhao never heard him say any flattering words to please him in order to avoid punishment.

Wu Zhu's changing attitude made her feel a little uncomfortable for a moment: "Why are you suddenly saying this to me?"

"You said it, don't argue with each other until you die holding a grudge. It's all meaningless anyway, so why not speak the truth?"

The truth.

These three words were even more damaging than Wu Zhu's previous compliments to her.

Jiu Zhao felt her bird face gradually radiate a temperature hotter than the fire of the beginning of the universe. She poked her head out from under the feathers again and said in a dismal tone, "Okay, honestly, can you tell me whether what you said about poisoning the Father God was true?"

"you guess."

Wu Zhu teased her, and couldn't help but add some explanation to what he had just said.

It is indeed different from the Three Pure Ones gods he met.

A silly girl who can't hide her thoughts and doesn't know how to interact with others.

Even if others want to achieve their goals, they will most likely take advantage of the current atmosphere and say a few flattering words in order to impress me.

How could anyone be so stupid as to directly say the issues that concern her most?

Can--

Wu Zhu closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it.

Jiu Zhao knew that although he said that they could live in peace with each other without regard to their status as enemies, this assumption was ultimately impossible to hold true.

The rejection was as expected, and although she was disappointed, she was still able to accept it calmly.

After a wry laugh, he asked nonchalantly, "So, what about those people who bullied you? Are they really dead? Are those horrific deaths you told me true, or are they fabricated stories designed to bring out my inner demons?"

Wu Zhu remained silent and said nothing.

Jiu Zhao continued, "Asking about the Father God was indeed out of selfish motives. But the second question was purely because I didn't want to owe you anything. After all, it was me who borrowed your Submandibular Pearl to revive the Phoenix Tree... I also understand that if you hadn't secretly used your divine power to treat me while I was unconscious, I wouldn't have survived until now. I was born without the desire to owe anyone a favor, let alone an enemy like you.

"If they are still alive.

"I can't fulfill what I promised you before entering the tree's heart.

"Please think again, what else can I do for you before we die.

"I'll give it back to you."

…

After a long time, Wu Zhu finally responded.

He dragged his scarred dragon body and emerged from the depths of Jiuzhao's spiritual platform.

His lifeless eyes met hers: "In that case, lend me your eyes."