Seeing that she was walking farther and farther away, almost reaching the stairs, Changtian suddenly sneered: "Benjun originally thought that you were different from ordinary mortals, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that. ”

Ning Xiaoxian stood still, but didn't look back.

He continued: "With the dignity of this monarch and a divine beast, he has the ability to turn over the river and the sea, but in the end he was trapped in this small dark room and did not see the light of day, waiting for death, which shows that the world is unpredictable. Don't say that the will of heaven is unpredictable, my generation of cultivating immortals and demons is originally acting against the sky, even if fate is destined to die, you must fight to survive, and if you pierce the sky, why are you afraid?"

Her chest heaved and she pondered for a long time before she stepped forward.

Changtian: "You don't have to go back the way you came, there is a teleportation array there, and you can go to the gate of the God and Demon Prison or any layer when you stand on it." He pointed to a dark corner of the room, where there was indeed a rune array that emitted a faint white light.

Ning Xiao was idle: "When you came in, why didn't you tell me that I had a teleportation array?" At that time, I was really walking and my leg was about to break.

He asked rhetorically, "When you came in, why did Benjun tell you that you had a teleportation array?"

Can say the refusal so reasonably, he is the only one in the world, right? Ning Xiaoxian was in a complicated mood, and he didn't want to worry about him, so he only snorted lightly and walked towards the teleportation array.

Walking to the gate, thinking about how to get out, Changtian's voice came from her ear: "Recite the word 'out' in your heart, you can go out, and if you want to come in, you can silently recite the word 'in'." You remember to leave the prison door open so that you can hear the outside world. ”

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Walking out of the prison of gods and demons, she was still standing on the small river beach, but it was already dark, and every household in the shallow water village began to hold the lamp, and she sighed inaudibly. Is there a lamp here that is lit for her?

People who have worked all day walk into their homes to enjoy their families. Ning Xiaoxian walked along the path to Song's sister-in-law's house, and just saw the familiar wooden door, but the door suddenly opened.

The fat Erhu came out with a basin of dirty water and was about to pour it out, when he looked up and saw her from a distance, he immediately threw the basin to the side, turned around and rushed into the door, shouting: "Mother, mother, Xiaoxian is back!"

The lights in the room flashed, and Sister-in-law Song ran out, and when she saw Xiao Xian, she was first overjoyed, and then let out a long sigh and complained: "Alas, stinky girl, you are really scared of us to death!"

As soon as she took Ning Xiaoxian's hand and entered the house, she hurriedly asked her about her whereabouts in the afternoon: "You haven't seen anyone since noon." The big guys were in a hurry, and when they saw Hu Laoqi running back with blood on his face, they all guessed that he had done something bad to you. The village of our village* interrogated him carefully, and only then did he know that he had bad intentions towards you, but he insisted that he didn't hide you, and we couldn't find you no matter how we looked for it, so I was so worried!"

Ning Xiaoxian had to lie, saying that he was frightened by Hu Laoqi's actions, hid far away, and only dared to go back when there were more people in the village.

She knew that she had no relatives in Qianshui Village, and the village in the village was able to help like this, mostly because of Sister-in-law Song's efforts. Thinking that she is an ordinary woman's family, she is willing to offend the Hu family, a big family in the village, for a little girl who meets in Pingshui, this heart is really rare.

At this time, the dining table in the room was still empty. The farmer's dinner was early, usually this o'clock was the time for Song's sister-in-law's family to eat, but today it was postponed, Xiao Xian knew that they were looking for themselves everywhere, delaying the meal, and his heart was warm.

Sister-in-law Song smiled: "You're not here this afternoon, I'll make dinner." Erhu is not happy, he is used to eating your food, but he dislikes his mother's craftsmanship!"

Ning Xiaoxian secretly smoothed the choked throat that came up from his mouth, touched Erhu's head and said, "It's a shame on your mouth." Sister, I'm going to make you something to eat!"

The vegetables in the kitchen were half-washed and peeled, and it was obvious that when she came back, Sister-in-law Song had just started to cook. Xiao Xian took over the work in her hand and urged: "I'm tired from looking for me all afternoon, let's rest with Erhu and them, and I'll clean up the food." ”

This is exactly what she is good at, and after about a quarter of an hour of busy work, a steaming bowl of soup with three small stir-fried dishes was served on the table, namely roasted eggplant in sauce, pot collapsed tofu, ginger-roasted spinach, and mushroom yam soup. Sister-in-law Song's family is not wealthy, and there are few opportunities to eat meat, and what she usually touches in her hands are vegetarian dishes. But these few simple peasant dishes, made from Ning Xiaoxian's hands, actually have a different flavor, which is unbearable. The second tiger naturally eats with a smile and a delicious meal.

When he went to bed that night, Ning Xiaoxian tossed and turned, and he had insomnia again.

Recalling Sister-in-law Song's family's thoughtfulness to herself and the cheerful dinner time, she couldn't help but feel a little moved, if she could live her life in peace like this, there would be nothing wrong with being a mortal. But whenever she looked at the people in the village, and even at the laughter and laughter of the outer disciples of the Chixiao Sect, she always felt that it was not what she wanted.

Perhaps the greatest sorrow of the ant is that it is not willing to be just a humble ant, right?

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and it is quiet in all directions. She secretly called: "Changtian, are you there?"

"Hmm. What's the matter?" Changtian's voice rang in her ears.

Perhaps it was the middle of the night, and his cold voice sounded a little softer. Ning Xiaoxian thought to himself, if he was willing to go to the radio station to be a midnight DJ, there would definitely be a lot of rotten girls rushing to call in, just to listen to this mellow voice.

"It's okay, just see if you're asleep. ”

After a long time, she thought that he would not reply, but Changtian said lightly:

"Noise. ”

Taking advantage of the fact that Changtian couldn't see, she hugged the quilt and gave herself a big smile.

It's been a year, and finally one night she fell asleep, she was no longer lonely, no longer afraid, and no longer wanted to cry.

Two days flew by.

In the past two days, she had a very dull life, getting up before dawn to clean the room, then going up the mountain to pick wild vegetables, going home to do laundry and cooking, accompanying Sister-in-law Song, and teasing Erhu, just like the secrets of the gods and demons have never appeared in her life.

Hu Laoqi looked at her now and hid. The vicious slap of the brick and the ruthless look made him lose his thoughts about Ning Xiaoxian from then on.

Changtian also remained silent, never mentioning cultivation, maybe he wasn't a talkative person in the first place.

Ning Xiaoxian wanted to ask him several times if she didn't help him cut off the dragon rope, would he end up being a lonely white bone in the god and demon prison. But when the words came to his lips, he never asked, because the answer was obvious.

Even so, Changtian never urged her.

When it comes to his own life, can he deal with it so indifferently? What is the reason why he is imprisoned in this desperate prison that gods and demons can't escape?

In these two wordless days, it seems to be calm and waveless, and it seems that there is something unusual about it, which is slowly fermenting.

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(PS: Mura Zheng*, a grassroots official position at the village level, mainly responsible for managing household registration and paying taxes.) ）