When Li Jiutuan was sinking into the endless nightmare of reincarnation, Wang Xiaotai and Wang Fuyao also saw these memory fragments, and saw their three lives and this life.
Wang Xiaotai and Wang Fuyao stood between the towering Demon Lord and the long-standing Immortal Lord. Wang Fuyao couldn't help himself from looking at the glorious Immortal Lord of the Righteous Path, but Wang Xiaotai looked straight at the memory fragments. Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord was dressed in gorgeous clothes, sitting upright on the throne, with a pale and handsome face. Only one pair of eyes looked like a ghost from hell. Just by looking at him, you could see the sea of blood and murderous intent surging in his eyes.
Wang Xiaotai saw something as soft as silk wool from this dense sea of blood.
Although it is cold, it is indeed soft.
This softness only belongs to the former Immortal Lord and to the current Li Jiutuan.
Wang Xiaotai looked at the Demon Lord, then at the Immortal Lord and Li Jiutuan, who was still sinking in his memory. The corners of his lips curled up with a happy expression, and he suddenly laughed.
Wang Xiaotai waved her long sleeve, and thick but thin smoke began to fill the memory, like mist in the morning, shrouding everyone, lingering gently like lingering incense, lingering in the nose.
Wang Fuyao suddenly woke up from his endless nightmare when he smelled this fragrance.
She touched the cold tears on her face.
Before she knew it, she had burst into tears.
She has understood everything in the past, and they turned out to be reunited after a long separation.
Wang Fuyao wiped away the tears on his face, "When will he wake up?"
Wang Xiaotai stood up, "I have lit the awakening incense for him. When it is time to wake up, he will wake up naturally."
Wang Fuyao stood up with his sword in hand, "I haven't asked you yet, how did you find us."
Wang Fuyao knew that Wang Xiaomo's followers were now all over Jiuzhou, and it would only take some time to find the traces of their escape.
But she always felt that Wang Xiaotai seemed to follow her like a shadow.
She always finds where she is.
What to do next?
Wang Fuyao tightened her grip on the Heaven-Destroying Sword in her hand, hoping to get an answer from Wang Xiaotai.
"The clouds in the blue sky are like maggots on the tarsal bones. You should know that you can hide for a while, but not for a lifetime, right?"
Wang Xiaotai leaned against the tree, with no expression on her face, and pointed at the flowing clouds in the sky, "These are the eyes and ears of Yun Zhongjun."
"You can't avoid it."
Wang Fuyao said in a deep voice, and tightened his grip on the Heaven-Destroying Sword in his hand. His fine hair swayed like a willow branch in the breeze, "Then face the difficulty."
Wang Xiaotai sneered, her disdain palpable, "Going ahead in the face of difficulties? I think you are just dreaming, wasting a hundred years, Fuyao, you haven't even ascended yet."
Wang Fuyao's face was heavy and his voice was steady. He did not retreat because of Wang Xiaotai's blow, "That may not mean that he will not be able to fight."
"Even if you die in this battle, you will be considered a well-deserved death."
Wang Xiaotai suppressed her smile, looked at her resolute face, and pondered for a long time, "I always think, they all say that you are destined by fate, the morning star who is destined to avenge the 600,000 people of Dingzhou and slay the dragon, but... ·····Why do they have such prophecies?”
Judging from Wang Fuyao's words and deeds over the years, she was very addicted to her relationship with Li Jiutuan. She spent almost no time on practicing cultivation, nor did she take the initiative to avenge Dingzhou or slay the dragon. When slaying the dragon, Wang Fuyao might even have a look of discomfort on his face.
Now, because he offended Mr. Yun Zhong by stealing Li Jiutuan from Mr. Yun Zhong, he was hunted by the gods. Now he doesn't even dare to see the light and only dares to hide in the shadows to survive.
If it weren't for the fact that she was Wang Xiaotai's fellow villager and friend, she would have died long ago.
How could such a person be destined by destiny?
How could such a person be expected to think of revenge and take the initiative to slay the dragon?
How could heaven protect such a person?
She couldn't even protect herself.
Wang Xiaotai had to doubt the authenticity of those prophecies that sounded so heroic that they could burst into the sky.
"Never mind them, who knows where those prophecies came from, Xiaomo, where should we go next?"
Wang Fuyao helped Li Jiutuan up from the ground and looked at Wang Xiaotai with eyes full of trust.
She carried Li Jiutuan on her back steadily, as if she was carrying the whole world on her back. She looked into Wang Xiaotai's eyes, expecting her to bring them all into a safe world.
Wang Fuyao was smiling, and suddenly she felt a pain in the palm of her hand. She lowered her head strangely, and then she realized that the meridians on her arm had turned an ominous purple color at some point, and there were strange and gorgeous patterns under the sunlight. They squirmed and climbed like animals, and they gathered into the shape of a snake and wrapped around her arm. The ferocious snake head had already crawled into the palm of her hand. It opened its fangs and bit her hand in one bite, and would not let go.
Needless to say, Wang Fuyao also knew that she was poisoned.
But...when? How was it poisoned? Who poisoned her? What kind of poison is this?
Wang Fuyao exposed his arms with weird and gorgeous snake patterns, stretched them out in front of Wang Xiaomo, and asked her for help as usual, "Xiaomo, I seem to be poisoned."
Wang Fuyao was lucky. She felt that her luck was unimpeded and there was nothing strange about her body. She didn't feel anything unusual except for an extra snake mark.
Is this... a poison?
Wang Fuyao was a little confused.
"Fuyao, I suddenly remembered something." Wang Xiaotai leaned against the tree and looked at the faint floating clouds in the sky.
Wang Fuyao frowned and she easily changed the subject, "What?"
Wang Xiaotai turned to look at her, her eyes half smiling but not smiling, "It seems that there has never been a battle between us."
Wang Fuyao froze on the spot, what do you mean?
Why do they need to fight?
Looking at Wang Xiaotai who was leaning lazily on the tree trunk with a calm expression, Wang Fuyao's breathing stagnated for some reason, and a thin thread like spider silk instantly strangled her heart.
"I'm very curious. If you achieve enlightenment and become a Martial God in the future, who among us will win?"
At this time, Wang Xiaotai was definitely not kidding when he said this.
She really wanted to fight herself.
Here, now, here.
Wang Fuyao put on an ugly smile and turned pale suddenly, "Xiao Tai, stop joking, let's leave quickly, I think they will catch up soon, let's... let's get out of here quickly. "
Even though she said this, her hand couldn't help but hold the Heaven-Destroying Sword on her waist.
Although it was very likely that he would be betrayed by one person, Wang Fuyao felt that the color of the world had changed and the whole world had abandoned him.
"Didn't you say that... mortals will take care of themselves?"
"Xiao Moss, aren't we... friends?"
Wang Xiaotai straightened up and stretched her waist, "Of course we are friends, but who said friends should be dear to each other and not torture each other?"
Wang Xiaomo raised her head and looked at the beautiful weather with blue sky, white clouds and long white clouds. She waved her robe sleeves and a golden light flashed by. Suddenly there was a heavy wind and rain. The big sun that was there just now, the blue sky, white clouds and groves were like a thin picture scroll. The person was torn apart from it, revealing his unbearable background.
The majestic and even violent vitality of heaven and earth mixed with the rain and hit Wang Fuyao's face.
Everything here is just an illusion.
Everything is fake.
Black clouds have already surrounded this place heavily.
There is a tall, white god with golden light on his body, coming from the sky on the clouds.
"Well done, Fuyao, you are indeed better than Jin Nanjing."
Yun Zhongjun tapped his toes, stopped behind Wang Xiaotai, and patted Wang Xiaotai's shoulder approvingly.
He looked at Li Jiutuan, who was dying on Wang Fuyao's back, and sighed softly, "Master, look, I have found you."
"Why are you running?"
"How stupid." (End of chapter)