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Those peaceful days turned into light dust in the years, and disappeared.

As I walked on, the inky sky was glowing and there was a deep darkness around me.

A glow slowly approached and fell into the center of the eyebrows.

After the destruction of Penglai, we said goodbye to each other in front of the dilapidated Bafang School Palace.

Bai Li and Emperor Xi, as the emperors and grandsons of the Nine Heavens, wanted to return to the Nine Heavens.

After consulting with my brother, we unanimously decided to return to Hades.

This time, Penglai was destroyed, but there was no movement at all, which was really weirdly tight.

After everyone was rescued, their hearts did not feel easy for long. A thick cloud of suspicion still looms over my mind.

Demon invasion, such a big thing, why didn't there be any rumors in advance?

Everyone who is studying in Penglai Bafang School Palace is the most beloved baby bump in the fairy cave house, why did Penglai have an accident this time, but the family did not react at all?

Is it ignorant of the situation, or is it ......

The more terrible speculation pressed on the bottom of my heart, which made the uneasiness in my heart a little stronger.

Before leaving, Bai Li looked at me reluctantly and said, "Jiujiu, if things settle down, you can come to the Nine Heavens to see me." ”

I nodded vigorously.

Emperor Xi walked over, glanced at his sister, and said to me and Feng Jiu, "There will be a period later." ”

"There will be a period later. ”

Such a farewell, outside the Bafang School Palace, came out of everyone's mouths, over and over again.

With a sense of confusion and anxiety, everyone embarked on the road home with an uncertain future.

The worst came to pass.

The attack of the demon clan spread to almost the entire immortal realm.

After the war, the devastation tells of the tragedy and fierceness of the past.

As far as the eye can see, there are traces of fine silver sand everywhere.

As soon as the wind blew, it flew and scattered.

These are all immortals who died in battle.

Hades failed miserably, and almost no desire existed.

Father and Mother joined forces to seal the ambitious Demon Spirit in the Mountain of Night in the Artemisia Lethe.

This time the turmoil ended, but the living forces of Hades suffered a devastating blow.

Except for us who went out to study, the rest are all young faces deliberately kept by the older generation of immortals.

One by one, they are all delicate flowers and young grasses raised in greenhouses that have not experienced wind and rain.

The immortals of the older generation may think that the children are still very young, and the future is very long, and they can just worry about dealing with powerful external troubles.

When the time comes, they will give everything to themselves, and the new generation will naturally learn how to shoulder the heavy responsibilities on their shoulders.

There is no need to rush it in a moment.

However, no one expected that the demons would suddenly move. The immortal realm, which has been comfortable for tens of thousands of years, was suddenly caught off guard.

Most of the immortals of the older generation have been lost, and the rest are all the new generation that has been overprotected.

At the same time that the vitality of Hades was greatly damaged, the Eighteen Hells began a series of demonic riots.

Feng Jiu put away his cynical appearance and put on his battle armor.

"Little sister, you have to be well, wait for me to come back!"

Before leaving, he looked at me and said.

I choked up and couldn't speak.

We all know what a heavy admonition it is. It carries the deep pain of losing both parents, and adds a vivid scar to the hearts of our brothers and sisters that we will never forget.

Feng Jiu was scared, and so was I.

He was afraid that when he returned from the riot, I would be no longer in the house—just as we had been when we had returned.

When we left home half a year ago, we never thought that this separation would be a farewell to our father and mother.

In the fairy world, three or five years is just a blink of an eye, so not many people care about this short parting.

However, this time, in the blink of an eye, the world has changed dramatically.

The sky has fallen, the earth has sunken, and the warm reliance will no longer exist.

We have to rely on ourselves to taste the bitterness and bitterness of this world one by one, even if we are crying and hurting, there will not be such a warm harbor waiting for us to anchor and heal us.

I'm scared too.

I'm afraid that Feng Jiu will have even the slightest accident.

The father and mother are gone, and the master and son only have half a life left, if something happens to Feng Jiu...... I don't dare to think any further.

"Brother, I'm going with you—"

I said firmly to Feng Jiu.

"No way!"

That was the first time I had seen Feng Jiu so serious, so serious, so irresistible.

It's like I can't bear the pain of losing him anymore, and he can't bear the consequences of losing me.

After the world collapses, all we have left is each other.

This kind of taste of losing a loved one at once is enough to experience it once, and there is no need to have a second time.

But in the end, I compromised.

Master Cheng, who only had half a life left, said to me, "Wang Ji, this time is different from the past. On the battlefield, cleverness is not as effective as magic and force. You just listen to Xiaoxian's persuasion once, listen to Your Highness!

Most of Cheng Fuzi's body was sucked dry by the demons, leaving only a crumpled layer of skin. His bun face was stained with wind and frost, layers of wrinkles appeared on his originally young face, and his dark hair was gray and dry day by day.

His life is being consumed day by day, and it won't be long before he returns to the Forgotten Artemisia. But he's still worried and worried about us.

When I was seven hundred years old, Feng Jiu quelled the riots in the Fire Lotus Hell.

However, in just a few decades, he has always been cynical and proved himself by means of thunder to clear up the civil strife.

At that time, I looked at Feng Jiu, who was covered in blood but undiminished, and remembered that many years ago, he was suave and suave with left and right, the same eyebrows, the same smile, but there was something indescribable in his expression.

I thought, perhaps, that is how the sword has been sharpened and the jade has been carved.

If Patriarch Penglai can live until now, I don't know if he will be impressed when he sees the current Feng Jiu?

It's a pity that if that one never appeared.

After that catastrophe, many people have grown a lot.

After the incident in the Fire Lotus Hell was over, I went to the Nine Heavens.

Bai Li's whole person is a lot dull.

She took me through the sea of bougainvillea flowers, watching the Milky Way dance gently in the air like a ribbon of light.

We talked about some of the things that happened in various parts of the fairy world, but we avoided mentioning the past of the Bafang Academy in the past.

Although it was a beautiful time, it was suddenly ended by a painful and touching wound.

We didn't dare to mention it, for fear that one would accidentally pull the scar, and once again the old wound would break and be drenched in blood.

When parting, Bai Li said, Jiujiu, I'm getting married.

That look is as if inadvertently mentioning an innocuous little thing.

I looked back in horror, only to see a faint smile on her dull face.