First update.

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On the way, Zihu saw Xuan Ji not saying a word, pursed her lips tightly, as if she was unhappy, so she comforted her: "Xuan Ji, your sister and senior brother are fine. With Ting Nu here, they will never die. Don't worry."

Xuan Ji said "um" and didn't say anything. Zihu said again: "Don't be too angry... The bad guys are bad guys after all, and they must not die well! I'll beat them up for you this time!"

She still said "um" and said nothing else. Zihu didn't know what she was thinking and couldn't persuade her, so she had to look at her worriedly.

She didn't know that in Xuan Ji's mind, she was neither Wu Tong nor Linglong and the others' injuries. She was thinking about what happened when she was a child, beside the Lingquan of Xiaoyang Peak. That day, the eldest brother was grilling fish by the pond. The misty blue smoke and a slightly burnt smell are still fresh in memory today.

Linglong and Yu Sifeng were arguing about how to shoot pheasants with slingshots in the woods. The sky that day was so blue, with only a few thin clouds like flowing yarn slowly floating. The sunlight shone on the clear pool water, like broken gold running around. A young man hid inside because of anger, and she was anxiously waiting outside, helpless.

She is not Linglong, and she doesn't know how to express her concern. What she is best at is dazed and clumsyly protecting everything she cherishes. So she won't jump down. All she can do is just stay there, wait there, wait for him to come out, and wait for him to see her.

He finally came out and saw her, with her only eyes in his eyes. He smiled and threw a lively fat fish, and the water droplets playedfully along his handsome outline. His eyelashes were wet and his eyes were particularly clear. He showed a gentle expression for the first time, but the tenderness was also three points of cunning and two points of carelessness: catch it! Little girl! The fish that the senior brother caught for you.

She thought she had caught more than a delicious fish, but there should be something else. Some of the things she had been waiting for were not waiting for. She thought she had finally waited for some.

However, she was wrong. She really didn't wait for anything.

When he was dying, his face was covered in blood, but his eyes were as bright as the sun. He only looked at one person, and no look was left for himself. Really, he didn't look at her, and his whole body, mind, and soul were only burning for one person enthusiastically.

"Xuan Ji?" Zihu called her name timidly. She seemed to have not heard it, only silent tears kept falling from her eyes.

It's strange that she is not sad at all, and she is even happy for them from the bottom of her heart. They are both alive and stay together for the rest of their lives. It's great that lovers will eventually get married. But she keeps crying, not crying for him, but she shed tears for the clumsy girl she used to be.

No one knows that the lazy little girl who has not made progress has hidden a secret in her heart and waited quietly.

The little flower that grew up in her youth withered silently. There are some memories that must be buried, and some experiences that will definitely pass. She wants to grow up and learn to truly love someone, live and die together, and work together until old age.

She suddenly stopped in the air, and Zihu and Tengshe also stopped, looking at her strangely. Xuan Ji smiled and said, "Let's go down first, I have something to do."

Tengshe shouted anxiously: "God! Why are you always looking for trouble? You are not happy to kill someone! What troubles do you have to do?"

Xuan Ji said calmly: "You can do it if you don't go. Wait here, I'll come up immediately."

Tengshe would not agree, what if she sneaked away! "I'll go, I'll go! Hurry up!" He lowered the cloud head by himself. Zihu asked, "Is it important?" Xuan Ji smiled, thought for a while, nodded and said, "It should be very important, it's related to a memory."

What does it mean to be a memory? Zihu didn't understand.

After descending, there was a deep mountain forest, and no one was missing for thousands of miles - Tengshe's words were: a place where birds would not shit! Xuan Ji walked under a tree, pulled out the jade and started digging holes on the ground. She was probably the only one who could think of digging the soil with a magical weapon. Zihu and Tengshe didn't know what she was doing, so she had to watch silently from behind.

She dug a small hole and then took out an exquisite dagger from her arms. The dagger looked very new, obviously she had preserved it well and had never used it once. Tengshe and the others knew that this was the gift given to her by Zhong Minyan after Xuan Ji was stabbed by Wu Tong.

She has always carried the dagger by her side for many years, but never used it. Perhaps in her heart, it was not a weapon, but a gift worthy of treasure. Now, it is time to bury it. Xuan Ji gently put the dagger into the pit, looked at it for a while, and finally filled it flat and buried it forever.

"Okay, let's go!" She seemed to have some thoughts, suddenly became relaxed and turned around and laughed.

"What the hell..." Tengshe muttered, he didn't understand the little girl's complicated thoughts at all, but he felt that she was very strange. Zihu saw some clues, gently patted Xuan Ji on the shoulder, and said, "Okay, everything is over. Look forward from now on."

Xuan Ji laughed, and the figure of another person suddenly appeared in his mind. The pale boy had a small silver snake wrapped around his wrist, his eyebrows and eyes were pitch black, and he smiled slightly at her. The feeling he gave her was always like warm water, no threat or danger. He held her hand calmly and walked down together.

But maybe she was wrong again, Si Feng would never be a warm spring water. Under his gentle appearance, there was a kind of fanaticism that was terrifying. He wanted to give it, and he gave it all, so he also asked to get everything she had, and it was impossible to have anything wrong. He had a fiery personality, and she hadn't figured it out until now. Otherwise, he would not leave resolutely and would not leave any hope for her.

He has always been the initiative between her and him. She enjoyed the taste of being pampered with pleasure. Now, she has lost that pampering and instantly realized that he is so important to her. When she turned around, waved her hand, or even turned around, she would involuntarily want to call his name, as if he was still by her side.

It turns out that she relies on him like this.

She has been lonely for many years and is always alone. She grows up alone, faces thousands of troops alone, and watches the turbulence alone. Finally, someone quietly enters her lonely world, but she is ignorant and still pursues the glory that does not belong to her. It was not until after losing him that she was in pain that she suddenly understood what it was for.

People will never cherish things that they can easily get. Now she knows that she will use all her strength to recover him.

Once again. Chasing him again, finding him, and never letting him go again.

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To Wu Tong, the two words "living" means revenge.

He escaped from the Gate of Hell for so many times, and he wanted to live with one breath, just to take revenge. But when he secretly sent out demons who had been hiding in Buzhou Mountain for a long time to attack the Shaoyang Sect while the two hall masters were not here, he only had a moment of supremacy.

That feeling instantly turned into emptiness and numbness.

After revenge, what is the reason for him to live? Has he ever had even one day of happiness that could be used to remember for his whole life? He still has the courage and courage to pursue what mortals call happiness after everything is over?

The deputy palace master once described him behind his back: an evil ghost who escaped from hell. He used it to describe his vicious heart and vicious style. He was complacent and thought that there was nothing wrong with this. This proved that he had never forgotten his deep hatred for a while. His heart was still deeply hating.

But what after he hated? The object he hated died, what else could he hate? The power of his life is hatred. Once he lost, what else would he have left?

He suddenly remembered his delicate and beautiful face, and his heart felt warm and a very special feeling came to his heart.

In fact, he should have some happiness. The short time when he imprisoned her in Gaoshi Mountain was the only light in his dark life. Although she hated him to the core and did not have a good look, she was so vivid and lively and had a completely different color of life than him. He hated and admired that color, and wanted to destroy it, but couldn't help but embrace and worship it.

He is an evil ghost crawling out of hell, arrogant and vicious. But once he leaves hell, he has nothing left. He also has something he wants to get and something he wants to hold in his hand. But he knows that thing will never be his.

Since it wasn't his, it would be better for him to destroy it! A sinister smile appeared on his face. The evil ghost is: what he can't get, and no one else should think of it. At this moment, the Shaoyang Sect should have been killed completely. Thinking of Linglong and fierce appearance, she fell in a pool of blood, and finally ended her bright life, he felt indescribable fanaticism in his heart.

This feeling made his hands tremble slightly, and the knife that was sharpening his nails accidentally cut a hole in his hand. The sudden pain made him frown, stared at the thin blood marks for a while before slowly erasing them with his hands.

What to do in the future? Many people like to ask this sentence after something comes to an end. But he doesn't ask himself what to do in the future. He is a person who lives now, waiting to harvest the fruits of happiness after revenge.

There was a roar outside, like singing, or thunder. Wu Tong put down the knife of his nails and slowly stood up from the chair. Outside the door, there was a subordinate who immediately reported: "Shen Tu Yulei appeared, and the underworld door of Buzhou Mountain is about to open." He smiled and said, "Why, it's not yet February, can't wait to release the evil ghost?"

The subordinate said: "I heard that the Emperor of Heaven has an amnesty order. All evil ghosts and prisoners imprisoned in the underworld, the dungeons of heaven and other places will have three days of freedom. This is... a general amnesty that is rare in a thousand years."

"What's the matter..." Wu Tong sneered a few times, not knowing whether he was Xiaotian Emperor or Xiaodao's amnesty.

He suddenly felt a little irritable and didn't want to continue to stay in the gloomy main hall. He said, "Since I came to Buzhou Mountain, I haven't seen how Shentu Yulei opened the gate of the underworld. I'll take a look this time."

Seeing his sarcastic appearance, the man knew that he was in a bad mood today, so he must not accidentally touch the Nei Scale. Although the right deputy hall master has been here for a few years, there have been many evil methods. In the past, several subordinates were disobedient to his mortal control and planned to rebel. As a result, he discovered it early and sent someone to catch them without any effort, tortured those subordinates to death in front of everyone. His bloody methods are terrifying to think about today.

It is said that demons are cruel. If mortals want to control these demons, they must be even more cruel. Obviously, Wu Tong deeply understands this truth.

He sent all the demons in Buzhou Mountain to attack the Shaoyang Sect. The scumbags in Xuanyuan Sect also followed the wishes of the great palace master and asked them to go to Fuyu Island. Now there are only a few people left here, all of them are personal guards. When Wu Tong walked out, he followed.

From afar, two golden giants pulled the Buzhou Mountain, which was towering into the sky, and pulled the mountain out of it, and the cold wind cried, and ran out from it to a large group of evil ghosts. The smell of rotten breath could be smelled so far. Wu Tong covered his nose and said sarcastically: "It's really smelly... These things are also called evil ghosts?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the guards guarding in the distance running in panic and screamed: "Right Deputy Hall Master! An enemy is coming!"

"Oh? What enemy?" Wu Tongxin asked absent-mindedly, thinking that the evil ghosts were running around without their eyes.

The man said anxiously: "Yes... it's the little girl I came here last time! Kill all the brothers guarding the periphery!"

The little girl? Wu Tong didn't react for a moment and suddenly remembered Linglong. Could it be her? Haha... he couldn't help laughing, and he was extremely happy. She was not dead, that was really great. Well, she broke into Buzhou Mountain like this, was she trying to avenge her parents' lover?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt happy. He shook the cloak that was hanging on his shoulder and smiled, "What a big girl, let me go and meet."
Chapter completed!