"Oh, I'm sorry!" Azhu apologized.

我面色刚缓和一些,想着不和小孩儿一般见识了,却又听见他那欠揍的声音响起:“是我说话不严谨了,最爱你的人现在还没有被你搞死呢,不过也快了!”

When I heard this, I was furious: "You are a disliked child, your mouth is even more poisonous than me! I can't help but beat you!"

Just when I was trying to rush over and beat him up, Feng Qing suddenly woke up.

"What are you all quarrels?" She glared at the surroundings in a daze, and her eyes widened: "Damn! What's going on?"

Fan Jiangmoli looked at her with a puzzled look: "Well... this is a long story. Which paragraph do you want to sound from?"

However, Feng Qing did not pay attention to listening to his words, and covered her throat with surprise: "Damn! I can actually speak!"

At this moment, the child finally couldn't help but say, "So rude, it turns out that the phoenix is ​​such a rude species!"

...

This child is really amazing. He offended three people in this moment!

Feng Qing looked over and saw Azhu clearly and was shocked again: "Damn! Where did such a little brat come from?"

Fan Jiangmoli glanced at the child and explained, "He is the disciple of the Baiguixian, and he has the ability to understand the past and ask about the funerals afterwards!"

Feng Qing suddenly realized: "So that's what it is..."

As he said that, he walked towards Azhu with a smirk and rubbed his hands, and said in the gentlest voice of her life: "Do you know what I want to do now?"

The scene looked extremely strange.

Seeing this, Azhu quickly frowned and took a step back.

Then he turned his eyes and leaned over his face and smiled: "This sister is so beautiful. She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen in the world. Her temperament is really elegant and noble. Your arrival really makes our entire Wuyou Sea shine brightly. When I see you, it's really worth my time walking in the world. Even if I die, I will have no regrets..."

Me, Sikong Zhan, Fan Jiangmoli: "..."

Unexpectedly, Azhu is like me, a person who knows the current affairs!

It's really a teaching...

I started to like this kid a little!

At this time, Sikong Zhan interrupted their conversation: "Child, your master is dead like this. I see why you are not sad at all!"

The child glanced at him like an idiot: "What's so sad? He will survive anyway!"

We immediately widened our eyes and looked at him in surprise: "What?"

How can a dead person survive?

Seeing that we were confused, Azhu looked impatient: "Oh, you will know tomorrow!"

As he said that, he yawned while walking into the scorched house: "I'm so sleepy! Don't argue anymore, let me have a good sleep!"

Seeing his figure disappearing in front of him, Sikong Zhan turned around and looked at us at a loss: "What should we do now?"

Fan Jiangmoli lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "That child means they will be resurrected tomorrow, so let's wait and see what will happen!"

Sikong Zhan nodded: "Okay."

That's all, I can't just go back like this.

So the four of us leaned together and sat in front of the door of the immortals who returned to the world for dawn!

On nights without Fire Dragon Ball, it is pitch black and there is no trace of prosperity during the day.

In this endless darkness, my mind was blank.

I don’t know what will be waiting for us tomorrow?

The night was extremely long, and none of the four of them had spoken before. Even Sikong Zhan, who was usually nagging, became quiet rarely.

Perhaps, facing an unknown tomorrow, everyone is confused.

As the sun slowly rises, the fire dragon ball hanging above the sea and sky gradually becomes brighter.

I saw the light sweeping through the village and the crowd inch by inch,

Wherever he shines, he returns to his original appearance like magic.

The scenery of those houses is still as prosperous as yesterday.

Those crowds were still standing there as they did yesterday.

Even the gray clothes are worn well on them.

And those people were still so desperate and sad...

We sat there blankly, staring at all in a daze, staring at all this, unable to speak for a long time!

At this moment, Azhu ran out of the house.

He happily rushed into the arms of the Baiguixian, narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Master, you are awake!"

We came to our senses only when we heard his voice.

I saw the Baiguixian touching his head charitably and said, "Be good at Azhu!"

"What's going on with all this?" I asked in confusion.

The immortal Baigui shook his head: "I asked you to leave yesterday, but you don't leave, this time I'm going to go! There are a few more!"

Sikong Zhan lost his patience and asked anxiously: "What does this mean?"

"Forget it, let me tell you, you can't leave anyway!" Baiguixianzhe sighed and said, "In fact, Wuyou Sea Under is not a protected race, but a cursed race!"

What he said immediately shocked me again. I widened my eyes and looked at him with shock: "The cursed race?"

Seeing that I was puzzled, the Baiguixian explained: "Yes, we repeat death every day. During the day, we live in hope, at night, in despair! The scenes you saw yesterday are repeated every day!"

Death is repeated every day?

This is simply incredible!

What kind of pain is it to live like this every day?

No wonder there is no trace of joy and hope on their faces, so that's it!

At this moment, I suddenly remembered what the Baiguixian said to me before:

Losing the Fire Dragon Ball and sleeping in the darkness is very cruel to us!

At this moment, I can finally understand the true meaning of this sentence!

Just when I was thinking a lot, Fan Jiangmoli reacted first, stepped forward and asked, "You just said we can't leave either, what does this mean?"

"The secret of Wuyou's sea bottom cannot be known by outsiders. Those who have seen the truth here will be cursed and will never be able to get out!" The immortal Baigui looked at us with compassion and spoke helplessly.

At this time, Azhu quickly spoke and said, "I broke in by accident. I have been here for more than a thousand years!"

When Sikong Zhan heard this, he immediately widened his eyes and swept him up and down, and even said disdain: "Ah? What kind of variety are you? Why are you still like a small bean bag for more than a thousand years?"

"You are Xiaodoubao!" Azhu immediately stretched out his little arm and protested: "No, you are an old liar who wants to rely on beauty to deceive the girl with tears to save your beloved person!"

After hearing what he said, Feng Qing turned around and looked at Sikong Zhan. His eyes were both sad and sharp!

This book is from Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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