bookcurios Chapter 228 It’s done, it’s great
Chapter 228 It’s done, it’s great
Offscreen.
Yi Chi lives a healthy life as an elderly person, drinking tea, watering flowers, and watching the changes in the world.
The screen stopped at the scene where Zhu Jiu drew his bow and faced the mirror image, and Ji Qi played background music.
When the suona sounded, everyone went to the funeral.
Ji Qi was hanging on the dogtail grass, looking down on these dumbfounded people. He said coldly, "It's done. Are you satisfied? Are you comfortable?"
The horrific truth behind the scenes that had been buried for six hundred years was revealed one day, and everyone's heads were buzzing, and they didn't know what day it was.
They stared at Zhu Jiu on the screen.
I didn't dare to speak, for fear that I would be like those people outside Canglanjing and be burned by Zhu Jiuyi who suddenly ran out of the picture...
It was so horrifying! They were one emperor and three kings, but with just a wave of Zhu Jiu's hand, they were reduced to ashes!
Ji Qi expressed his understanding, saying that it was as horrifying as the people in a certain small world would be for the rest of their lives if they saw Sadako crawling out of the TV.
After everyone was frightened, their minds began to turn
The Evil Emperor was not wronged, she did kill the demon and exterminate the clan.
But didn’t those people deserve to die?
According to the current laws and regulations of the Great Wilderness, if a high-class demon from six hundred years ago was in the Great Wilderness, it would have been caught and imprisoned long ago, and would not have been able to get away with it for even a moment.
The former superior demon felt a little indignant. Their family used to be so wealthy, but it was all because of the Evil Emperor, who made them live the hard life of abiding by the law now.
As the party whose interests were damaged, they were quite resentful and criticized Zhu Jiu for his wanton killing.
As for these little minions crawling in the sewers, there is a tribe of demon plants that are different from the past and can teach them how to be demons.
Heaven has restored order, and the demonic plants have truly stood up now, and there are countless powerful demons.
Their current feeling towards Zhu Jiu is: the faith of the demon plants, the god of the wilderness!
Everyone heard Zhu Jiu and Tong Cang's speechless statement about "wrong" and "not wrong".
That vision, that breadth of mind, that will, anyone who hears it will be shocked to the point of getting goosebumps!
Especially the low-level monsters like monster plants that are barely surviving in the picture...
Who can understand the feeling of finally meeting a savior in this world?
The key is that she did it!
Without further ado, from now on, Zhu Jiu is the immortal myth in their hearts, and even the Demon Emperor's crown has to stand aside. If anyone dares to say that she is the Evil Emperor, they will be the first to curse!
Woohoo! Their god! He was killed by the Crown!
They secretly glanced at Cangjie with dissatisfaction, and then were stunned, feeling complicated.
The biggest beneficiary in the "Canglan Tragedy" is the demon plant, and the beast demon suffered heavy losses, but who is the most glorious yet the most miserable?
It is undoubtedly Cangjie.
He still misses his fellow tribesmen who he thought were innocent and upright and who had managed to survive in desperate situations, and they were the culprits behind the disappearance of the genius.
What he resented to this day was his beloved who was unforgivable, heartless and cold-blooded, and was the punisher who bore all the infamy.
What you love is not true, what you hate is not real.
The black flowers of misery buried Cangjie layer by layer, his heart was in agony, and the strong negative emotions infected everyone around him and made them cry.
After what happened that year, Cangjie could no longer bloom the Fengwu flower, perhaps because he had never been happy again, or perhaps because the heart of the Fengwu tree was lost. There were only endless bitter flowers, which reflected the loneliness and coldness in his heart.
Cangjie slowly covered his face with his fingers and pulled off the red silk on his face, revealing a pair of red-gold eyes.
He had been tired of these eyes for six hundred years.
Back then, he knew clearly that it was not the demon plant that won, nor was it that the demon plant was stronger, but that Zhu Jiu killed the supreme ruler, and it was the other half of the phoenix bloodline in his body that brought him supreme honor. He was not happy.
Because this further proves one thing, the strength and nobility of the beast demon bloodline, and that it was the enemies who exterminated his clan that helped him ascend to the throne.
Therefore, Cangjie did not like the original form of Fengluan, did not like the appearance of Fengluan clan characteristics on himself, and did not like the identity of the Demon King Crown.
He thought that his bloodline was naturally awakened, but reality told him that he was a flower of sin born on the corpses of 80,000 people.
The superior demons deserve to die. The Fengwu clan has committed countless crimes, and his bloodline is equally evil.
Such a person hated Zhu Jiu for six hundred years.
Why should he?
"Jiujiu... where are you?" Cangjie stared at the soft red silk in his hand and murmured in a trance, "Jiujiu, I'm sorry, can you, can you come back?"
He was so cautious, his face was terrified, holding the red piece as if he was holding his last hope, without any of his former calm demeanor.
He humbled himself, he prayed, he repented.
Everyone felt sad and bitter just by looking at this.
Feng Zhiyi's eyes were dead and dark, and he said, "She is dead, her soul has been scattered, there is no reincarnation, no rebirth."
"It was us who did it ourselves."
This knife cut into Cangjie's heart, and also cut into his own heart.
It's not to blame Cangjie, it's just to laugh at myself and hate myself.
Cangjie was finally awakened from his self-deceiving delirium. He was completely hopeless and felt that life was worse than death.
Hatred made him live like a walking corpse, supporting his empty body.
Cangjie suddenly found that life was really boring.
When the spontaneous fire started, it looked very much like the scene of Qing Huang's tragic self-immolation.
Everyone was stunned. If there was such a thing as destiny in this world, it would definitely be now.
Fengluan Fire, the fire of suicide, killing for love.
But he's fine.
After Feng Zhiyi knew the truth, he almost committed suicide. Mo Huaizun was very experienced in dealing with this kind of thing, and he rescued the person immediately.
But Cangjie had already fallen into deep autism. He held the red silk with lifeless eyes and his spiritual power flowing backwards, looking like he was about to go possessed.
Feng Zhiyi looked at him as if he was looking in a mirror.
He knew clearly how to restore Cangjie's desire to live.
Feng Zhiyi looked at Zhu Jiu in the picture, his eyes filled with lingering affection. He said, "Don't you want to know more about Zhu Jiu? What did she go through when we couldn't see her? Why was she sad? Why was she happy?"
"When I look at her past, it's like I'm accompanying her in another way. She was six hundred years ago, and I am six hundred years later."
Carefully, bit by bit, I picked up the fragments of memories about her.
Every time I pick up a piece, it feels like a reunion after a long separation, like meeting a flower after the rain.
The person he loves meets him again and again.
Upon hearing this, Cangjie's lifeless expression finally moved, and a light slowly lit up in his eyes, like a puppet being injected with a soul, or a drop of water touching the calm pool water.
He looked up at Zhu Jiu in the picture, with a deep and profound affection and longing that was difficult to describe.
The ultimate love, I don't want to miss it.
Everyone was silent, truly shocked by the affection between Cangjie and Feng Zhiyi.
In the world of cultivation, there are many heartless people. Even among the Taoist partners, most of them are just practicing together, and their friendship is as thin as water. How can they be so determined to share life and death together?
A sword immortal and a demon king, what kind of characters are they?
How could he be like an ordinary person, committing suicide for love or being a dog?
Who deserves to be treated like this?
However, after watching the two memories, everyone said: Can you two let us act out two chapters?
I envy you so much.
If it was Zhu Jiu, then the question would be who is worthy of her.
I will give you magic weapons, protect you, avenge you, overthrow the Demon King's palace in anger, and change the dynasty with a thought.
He must have the strength, the personality, and the interest.
What evil emperor? That's the love god in my dream!!
A hundred faints!
Damn, my legs are weak.
Finally, you two can have this meal!
Hey.
I regret not meeting Zhu Jiu, as the journey of cultivation is a long night.
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Compared to Cangjie, Mo Huaizun had a deep expression. Wen Rense hated himself for not taking the initiative to seduce Zhu Jiu back then, but Chu Yi was different.
After all these years, looking back at the stupid things I did... they're still stupid.
He is a complete joke!
Zhu Jiu, this ruthless woman, and he was so good to her!
All she had eyes for was that cheap tree Cangjie!
In the end, he was beaten up together with the old version of Cangjie, and an arrow was shot at him!
Break the defense.
Is he not even as good as the elderly version of Cangjie?
Ridiculous! Zhu Jiu is blind!
Although Chu Yi felt very uncomfortable, he had matured after experiencing so many ups and downs over the years. He was no longer the arrogant and cool boy who would turn his face black when he was on the road to breaking through defense.
He is now showing no sign of being broken.
Chu Yi glanced coldly at the imperial subordinate who was trying to hold back his laughter.
"laugh?"
"No, no, I don't dare anymore." Their anus tightened.
"Smile, it's okay." Chu Yi curled his lips coldly.
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"Anyway, it's time to change the group of ministers."
“!!!” No, Emperor, I will never laugh at you again!
On the other side, Chi Li was feeling really happy. She had disliked these stinky men for a long time. Not only did they snatch the woman from her, but they also killed them.
How is it! It's retribution, right? Hahahaha!
The disciples of Hehuan Valley: "..."
It is hard to imagine that the Lily in the picture, who has no moral values, would be the current master of Chili Valley who is educating them in the valley to be upright and good monks.
Difficult to comment.