When Mo Qianqiu opened his eyes again, everything around him was silent, dark and cold.
The dream lasted for a long time. He dreamed of the battlefield between the two races a thousand years ago, the human leader Wu Xiaozi at that time, and the long-forgotten scene of cutting out the heart to obtain the elixir.
A thousand years is a long time for ordinary people, but for a great cultivator, it is just a journey in life.
Mo Qianqiu has lived for more than two thousand years. At this moment, he felt for the first time that time passed so slowly. There was no sound around him and he could only hear his own faint breathing, like an old bellows. Every breath took all his strength.
In the center of this darkness, using spiritual awareness, one could quickly discover that the blue-robed demon king was still squatting on the ground, hugging him tightly. Jin Li had stopped mumbling at this point. He seemed to be idiot, just squatting there with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.
Mo Qianqiu wanted to use his spiritual power to get his whip back, but found that his meridians were blocked and his spiritual power was dried up.
He wanted to get up again, but he could only move his fingers slightly, and the rest of his body could not move.
In this way, time passed by minute by minute, Mo Qianqiu silently looked at the darkness in front of him, and finally understood the feeling of being abandoned by the world.
The spell "Switch the Heavens and Change the Day" was something he had accidentally acquired over a thousand years ago. It wasn't very effective, only able to catch the opponent off guard in battle, but it had no real harm. He had only used it three times in his life, and it seemed that each time the target was the same person.
The first time was more than a thousand years ago, when he and Wu Xiaozi joined forces to trap each other and steal the day.
The second time was with Luo Jianqing. They were being hunted by the other party, so they used a trick to scare the other party.
The third time is this time... and probably the last time.
Without much emotion, Mo Qianqiu simply calmly recalled his life. The vitality in his body was constantly draining away, but as it did, his injuries gradually began to heal. Once he was able to stand, he used his arms to support himself as best he could, moving to the edge of the space and sitting down against it.
No matter how magnificent and glorious your life is, you will always be alone when you die.
Mo Qianqiu quietly waited for the arrival of death. He did not think about his reincarnation after death, but just looked ahead calmly.
If anyone else saw him like this, they would surely be horrified. The Demon Lord had always been arrogant and domineering, using his immense strength to suppress others' dissatisfaction with him. Although there were opponents he could not defeat, he had never been so peaceful and quiet.
Apart from his still gorgeous face and his cold and distant temperament, he was a little different from before.
It is said that people always change before they die. Mo Qianqiu knew that his end was near. He no longer had the strength to pick up his whip, nor did he have the strength to attack the defenseless opponent. Finally, when Mo Qianqiu finally had a little strength, he reached out and touched his heart.
It was empty there, the blood in the wound had long since dried up, but the heart was still gone.
Mo Qianqiu gently stroked his scarred chest, as if he could imagine how ugly it looked there, so he frowned unhappily, and a hint of anger flashed in his bright eyes.
But at least, there weren't too many wounds on his face. Before he decided on this plan, he had already used elixir to heal the white scar next to his eye.
Thinking of this, Mo Qianqiu raised her head slightly, curled her red lips, and revealed a joyful and dazzling smile.
The scar on his chest can be covered with clothes. Even if Mo Qianqiu dies, he will die more beautifully than anyone else.
At this moment, Mo Qianqiu suddenly shuddered and lowered his eyes to gaze into the darkness ahead. He clearly sensed that the Demon Lord, who had been motionless for so long, had suddenly moved. He suddenly stood up and began to walk around, taking two steps to the left, then two steps to the right. Sometimes he would squat down and pause for a while, then continue walking for a long time.
When he found that the other party was slowly approaching him, Mo Qianqiu's eyes turned cold. He wanted to whip, but he was completely unable to move.
Three days later, Mo Qianqiu watched helplessly as the other person stepped on his calf. He groaned, feeling as if a bone had broken, and the other person fell down like a child, landing right next to him. Then, he quickly hugged him, repeatedly muttering, "Who is it? Who are you?"
This kind of behavior of turning the tables made Mo Qianqiu sneer, but he did not say anything.
Silence is the best choice at this moment. It is obvious that Jin Li is so stupid that he doesn't know how to use his spiritual sense to scan the surroundings. As long as he doesn't say anything, the other party may continue to walk to the side and stay away from here.
Just like that, Mo Qianqiu silently lowered his eyes, and through the darkness, his narrow eyes stared at Jin Li.
Jin Li, however, seemed to understand nothing, and kept hugging himself, sometimes saying "Who is it?", and sometimes humming in pain. His every action was very strange, and he even started talking to himself.
At this point, Mo Qianqiu began to believe it a little: Jin Li was really crazy.
An image flashed through his mind. He still remembered the first time he had seen this person, more than a thousand years ago. He was dressed in a royal blue brocade robe, standing tall among the demons, elegant and gorgeous, completely different from those ugly and vulgar demon beasts.
But now, he is still crazy.
Mo Qianqiu lowered his eyes silently, letting Jin Li go crazy not far away from him.
Maybe one day, maybe three days, maybe ten days...
When Jin Li said "Who is it?" for the 31,209th time, Mo Qianqiu suddenly snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "You had regained your sanity outside, but now that you've come back here, you're acting like this again. I thought that Demon Venerable Jin Li would have the demeanor of a divine beast and wouldn't be trapped in his nightmare forever. Are you just giving in to it like this?"
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