Although Zixian had her eyes closed, she didn't need to look to know what was going on.

From the moment she took out the Linglong Pagoda, she expected that she might be discovered by Nezha. Now this situation is only the worst that can be expected.

In fact, Zixian sometimes really wishes that he was stupid, this feeling of taking the initiative to die and waiting for death silently even though he knows that he will die is really uncomfortable.

"Senior brother!" Yiyun shouted.

"Senior brother, I'm fine, he won't kill me if I have no grievances with him, you take Xian'er away!" Yichen turned over and shouted at Yiyun.

Zixian's eyelashes trembled, and she struggled to open a slit in her heavy eyelids, but she saw that the edge of the dark and heavy sky was already white.

Could it be that I, Mozi Immortal, are not destined to see today's sun?

Isn't it all planned, and after solving this mouse, you will go to the master and Ling'er? I don't know if they're doing well after seeing each other for so long......

Also, I haven't been back for so long, and I don't know what the sect has become now......

Those terrible ghosts are still wreaking havoc in the world, and I'm dead, Heavenly Court should find someone else to solve this problem, who will it be?

I didn't have time to write a will, and I don't know who was cheaper in the end with the money I just grabbed......

It's so unwilling, wearing this old clothes, and dying in it......

No, when has this been, why are you still thinking about all this mess?

The person holding himself seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then began to run.

The whistling wind sounded in my ears, mixed with the sound of Yiyun's breathing, which was stable at first, but gradually became out of breath. Zixian thought it was funny: No matter how fast you are, can you be faster than Hot Wheels? He's just playing a trick on us.

But before the smile reached the corner of his eye, a crystal tear rolled down.

You guys are so stupid, why bother?

Is it because I call you "brother" that you have to do it knowing that you can't do it?

Suddenly, Zixian felt that there was nothing to be afraid of dying.

With the violent bumps, Zixian's clear mind became groggy again. Consciousness is like a pebble thrown into the sea, gradually sinking into the boundless darkness.

It was as if I had a long, long dream, and since I was very young, scenes of the past slowly emerged in my mind.

Those scattered fragments of memory gradually connected into a complete story, a story about oneself.

the grief and promise of my father and mother when they passed away;

the misery and happiness of being dependent on Ling'er when he was a child;

the reluctance and longing when he left his hometown with his sister to Emei;

the anxieties and expectations of the receptive assembly;

the excitement and disbelief when he was chosen by the master who was the head of Emei;

the shyness and shame when he was punished by the master for being lazy;

the excitement and high spirits when I first came into contact with the Nine Yin True Scriptures;

When you succeed in learning, you will face the pride and glory of the envious eyes of your teachers and sisters;

I was relieved and overjoyed to see that the drug I had developed worked out;

Master Dugu's sorrow and emotion when he dissipated in his arms;

the helplessness and depression when they were misunderstood by Chu Feng and Meng Qingqing;

the grievances and stubbornness when enduring the anger of the master in the law enforcement hall;

the responsibility and courage when taking over the carefree faction;

received the satisfaction and joy of Qu Yi and the dumb aunt's two apprentices;

the willfulness and sharpness of the Tianshan faction to save people alone;

Feng Chantai faced the arrogant anger and monstrous killing intent of the Demon Sect;

For the sake of the right path in the heart, choose the courage and determination of death......

The question that has been bothering me for a long time is finally answered. It turns out that I, Mo Zixian, am such a person.

The smell of herbs wafted into his nose, followed by a bitter and unusually bitter liquid poured into his mouth.

It was so bitter, so bitter that Zixian's body shuddered, and all the medicinal juice was spit out.

There was a "bang", which seemed to be the sound of the medicine bowl being slammed on the table.

An immature boy's voice came with anger: "Mozi Immortal! You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Nezha? How could it be him? Could it be that he doesn't like to kill himself half-dead, and wants to wait until he recovers before killing?

While thinking about it, Nezha's words confirmed her guess.

"I'm telling you, the reason why I saved you is because Nezha never took advantage of people's danger. When you are cured, I will fight with you in the open. Nezha said.

Recuperating from illness in order to fight with you? It's better to be sick, or at least to make do with it. Zixian thought like this in his heart.

It's no wonder that Zixian thinks so, it's really too big a difference in strength. In terms of force, Nezha is much stronger than his scrap wood father.

With this thought, the next medicine fed by Nezha was naturally spit out by Zixian.

"Hmph, it's good if you don't cooperate." Nezha said, grabbed Zixian's weak body, pinched her mouth and began to pour.

Zixian's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together, not only because the medicine was too bitter, but also because the shame of being pinned down made her unbearable. She is arrogant in her bones, and this kind of torture is not as pleasant as death for her.

Zixian wanted to speak, but he couldn't, and wanted to push Nezha away, but he was tightly restrained. In a fit of rage, he choked on a mouthful of medicine and coughed violently.

Nezha was taken aback and helped her with her luck.

Zixian finally came to his senses, but he was already in tears. I don't know where the strength came from, so I pushed Nezha away.

"Don't touch me, kill if you want to, I just hate that I didn't kill you in the first place!"

Nezha was stunned for a moment, then his face sank, and he sneered: "This time and that time, what's the use of knowing regret now?" I advise you to be more obedient and suffer less. ”

"Oh, ridiculous. Anyway, they all have to die in the end, so what's the difference. Zixian half-lowered her eyelids, unable to see the emotion in her eyes, and her pale and haggard face still had undried tears. Still, there was a mocking smile on her lips.

"You are worthy of being the reincarnation of the creator god, and you still look like you can't live in this situation." Nezha said.

Zixian didn't bother to say anything more, and closed her eyes again. In fact, she didn't have the strength to say more.

Nezha turned and walked out. In front of this person, he had a feeling that he couldn't put it into words. If there weren't so many grudges between them, maybe they would have become good friends.

Beyond the small thatched hut is a small but fairly neat courtyard. Nezha searched for a long time to find such a pure place.

Walking to the edge of an ancient well in the courtyard, Nezha slowly drew water from a wooden barrel.

Actually, he could have done these things with spells, but he was so bored that he wanted to find something to do for himself.

"Nezha." Lei Zhenzi fluttered his wings and landed beside Nezha.

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