Chapter 753 The Return of the Gods 37
Seeing that she was interested, Xiao Rui immediately reminded her:
"It's beautiful, but you must not go there. This is a forbidden area. The guards are even stricter than the Queen's Palace. Anyone who enters the forbidden area without permission will be imprisoned for life."
The elves do not have the death penalty, only life imprisonment.
Quan Jiu: "Don't worry, I definitely won't go."
………
Quan Jiu stayed in the room for two days, going out from time to time to get a feel for the terrain.
Feng Zui still didn't come back, and there was no sign of him.
Long Xiaojian was not taken away by Feng Zui. It kept rubbing against Quan Jiu to please him. Quan Jiu slapped it away.
"Didn't the seller move quickly?"
Her identity was almost exposed, but fortunately Feng Zui didn’t know that Long Xiao was taken out from her space.
Long Xiao was shaking violently, like a tireless licking dog, rubbing against Quan Jiu's arm, as if admitting his mistake and acting coquettishly.
"I was wrong."
The air wrote three big words with sword energy.
A line of words disappeared, and three more words appeared.
"He's injured."
The words were concise and to the point, but Quan Jiu understood.
Feng Zui was injured that day. If it weren't for Long Xiao, he probably wouldn't be a match for He Qingsui.
She slapped the hilt of her sword in annoyance.
"This won't happen again. You'd better know who your master is."
Long Xiao jumped immediately, as if nodding.
Quan Jiu: "Do you know where he is?"
Long Xiao jumped again, and a red light flashed on his body.
"Take me to him."
………
When Quan Jiu found Feng Zui, the man was sitting casually facing the tombstone, with more than twenty wine jars lying around his long legs, rolling around on the ground.
The man lowered his head with his eyelashes drooping. He heard her footsteps, but there was no movement in his eyes. It was unclear whether he was asleep.
"Stinky monk?"
She raised her foot and kicked his shin.
Feng Zui still didn't respond. Quan Jiu squatted down and only then could she see his numb expression. His narrow and long phoenix eyes were covered with red bloodshot, and his eyes were dark blue. The strong smell of alcohol made her frown.
Squatting was too tiring, so she simply sat down. Seeing the half-empty wine jar, she said:
"More?"
Feng Zui finally reacted and lifted the wine jar to pour it into his mouth. Quan Jiu stopped him, found another empty jar, and divided half of the wine into it.
After three rounds of drinks, her face also turned red:
"You stinky monk, I don't understand you. Didn't you want her to die? Now that she's dead, shouldn't you set off firecrackers to celebrate?"
Feng Zui remained silent.
The water in the cold pond is really too cold.
His cultivation was locked up by the Ten Thousand Gods Chains, and he was thrown into the cold pond for the first time. He almost couldn't climb out. The air in his lungs was exhausted, and he thought he was going to die. He even thought about letting it go.
But when the man's face flashed through his mind, he felt a strong sense of unwillingness again.
He began to swim upstream desperately. After climbing out of the cold pond, he had a high fever for nine days and nine nights and completely lost the ability to move. He collapsed on the ground and didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
The wound on his scapula had not yet healed, and blood was all over the floor. He lay in the crimson mess, his mind full of the man's snow-white clothes.
She has a cold temper and most of the time she has a blank expression on her face while sitting in meditation in Lingxu Hall.
He was the exact opposite of her and couldn't sit still at all. Her scolding voice could often be heard in the quiet Lingxu Hall.
"Fengzui, come back."
This is the sentence she said most often in my memory.
"When she was first sealed, I always felt that she had her reasons."
Feng Zui held the wine jar, stared at the tombstone and suddenly spoke.
There are only four words on the tombstone.
"Ajiu's Tomb."
No name, no biography, no past.
Quanjiu put down the wine jar, did not urge him, and listened quietly.
Feng Zui didn't want to admit that he had waited for her, but the fact was that he looked forward to her coming back every day.
As long as she said that she had her own difficulties, he would forgive her immediately.
No matter the cultivation destroyed by the Ten Thousand Gods Chain or the pain that pierced her bones, as long as she could come back, he would forgive her.
But she never came back.
On the tenth day of being sealed, the virus ended its confrontation with him. It seemed to realize that it could not take him away, so the virus simply faded away. He could barely turn over, but his brain was dizzy.
After the first month of being sealed, he finally returned to normal, but the sequelae of the cold pond water remained on him forever. Whenever it rained, his knees would ache terribly.
Six months after being sealed, the bones pierced by the Pantheon Chain still showed no signs of healing. The wounds had not been treated in time and had been frozen by the extremely cold weather. The chains and flesh were stuck together, and a single shake of the chains would tear off a layer of skin.
There is no construction without destruction. He simply used a dagger to dig open the frozen wound, and the warm blood flowed again. While he was numbly treating the wound, he was thinking about whether she would feel guilty and distressed for a moment when she saw the wound?
In the fifth year after being sealed, he still did not give up waiting, but he looked up at the exit less frequently.
In the tenth year of being sealed, he began to fight against the blocking effect of the Pantheon Chain and actively practiced.
In the fiftieth year of being sealed, he felt the beating of divine power for the first time in a long time.
"During the first hundred years of being sealed, I told myself that this was the last year. If she didn't show up next year, I would never forgive her."
"But she still didn't show up."
From that day on, he gave up calculating the time he was sealed and gave up recalling their past. He concentrated on practicing and never looked at the exit again.
If his motivation to live before was to wait for her to pick him up, then from then on, his motivation to live became revenge.
He wanted to kill all the famous and upright people in the world, leaving only her, and finally question her face to face.
In these three thousand years, have you ever regretted anything for a moment?
He had imagined countless scenes of their reunion, but he had never imagined the one before him: he was still free, but she had become an immovable cold tombstone.
Three thousand five hundred years of hatred and persistence have become a joke today.
She had long forgotten it.
Quan Jiu: "Do you still hate her now?
"hatred."
I hate it even more.
She abandoned him a second time.
Quan Jiu touched his nose angrily: "So how did she die?"
Feng Zui raised his eyes, his scarlet eyes filled with murderous intent: "He Qingsui must know."
Quan Jiu was used to seeing cold eyes, and was also frightened by his gaze. His cultivation was too high, and just a glance made her feel palpitations and suffocation, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
To calm her mind, Quan Jiu became even more defensive. The difference in cultivation between him and her was too great. If her identity was exposed, she would be at his mercy.
Feng Zui stared at the tombstone for a long time, then suddenly dodged and disappeared from the spot.
Quan Jiu: “???”
Run again?
She waited for a while, but Feng Zui didn't come back, so she stood up and prepared to go back.
After taking two steps, footsteps were heard in front.
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