"This, this...... How could this be......" Nezha muttered, his face full of disbelief.

"Do you want her to pay for her life? Your life was originally given to you by her. Nuwa looked at Nezha sympathetically.

"Why...... Why is my fate so miserable, my father didn't like me since I was a child, and now I finally reconciled my father and son, but the person who gave me a second life killed my father......" Nezha muttered, his eyes were empty.

"Oh Nezha, if you want me to say, forget it, anyway, your father is not good for you, you wanted to kill you as soon as you were born, and later killed yourself, this kind of father will die if he dies." Tuxingsun has always been sleek and sophisticated, and when he heard that Zixian was the reincarnation of the creation god, and was cared for by Nuwa Niangniang, he knew that his future was immeasurable, so he hurriedly helped her speak.

Tai Bai Xing is also an old fritter, and when he heard Tu Xing Sun say this, he also reacted: "Tufu Xingjun is right, since you have received great favors from the third prince, how can you take revenge." ”

The other immortals are also good at drilling, and after weighing the pros and cons, they all help Zixian talk.

"Third prince, you can't be impulsive, the creation gods are related to the lifeblood of the world, do you want to cause all things to wither for your own selfish interests? You'll die then, too. ”

"Nezha, listen to the old man's words, when is the time to repay the wrongs, if you kill her, her relatives and friends will come to kill you again, won't it be endless......"

……

Nezha was suddenly a little angry, stretched out his delicate fingers trembling and pointed at the many immortals present: "You usually flatter in front of my father one by one, and do your best to stammer, but now that he has just died, are you in a hurry to cling to others?"

"Oh, Nezha, I'm so sad when you say that, we're good friends."

"Third prince, what is clinging, why do you think so? We're here to ...... facts."

"Third prince, the deceased is gone, you should mourn and change."

……

"Don't say it, let Nezha think for himself." Nuwa said.

The gods and immortals immediately fell silent.

Nezha lowered his head and thought for a moment, and said in a low voice: "She gave me a second life, she is my reborn parent, I can't kill her; She killed my father, she was my father's killer, and I can't help but kill her. Whether I kill her or not, it's my fault. ”

Speaking of this, Nezha's immature face was entangled for a while, and tears fell from his eyes: "I don't know what to do......

Zixian sighed. At that time, seeing that the Buddha was not trustworthy, and the heavenly court refused to let go of the master, he just wanted to die in a fit of anger and did not consider the consequences at all. Now he is not dead, but he has to be responsible for his actions at that time.

That's right, Master!

Zixian was shocked, how could she forget such an important thing, she was beaten by Nuwa Niangniang before, and she was so patronized that she forgot the purpose of coming here.

Thinking of this, Zixian knelt down in front of Nuwa with a plop, and said eagerly: "Please make the decision for Zixian, my master is still in the hands of Heavenly Court, as long as they are willing to let my master go, when I finish solving the affairs of the world, I can kill or chop me, and I can be locked up in any layer of hell you want." ”

Nuwa looked at the Jade Emperor, who hesitated for a long time, and finally explained the reason.

It turned out that in order to prevent the leakage of the heavenly machine, the heavenly court had forcibly poured Meng Po soup into Dugu Qinxin, abolished the immortal body, and sent it to the reincarnation well.

"You guys!!" Zi Xian's eyes were about to split, his eyes were red, and he pulled out the Qiushui Traceless Sword and slashed frantically around.

The surrounding immortals had expected her to be like this, and they all used immortal magic to avoid it. Zixian didn't hurt them this time.

Nuwa sighed, and had to use her immortal magic again to tie it up.

"Let go of me! Let me go!! Zixian struggled, but the rope was tied tighter and tighter the more he struggled, but Zixian didn't realize it. Gradually, the skin that came into contact with the rope was oozing blood.

"Why do you treat me like this, Master! If only there was something to do for me alone! ”

"You hate me so much, why don't you just let my soul fly away, why do you frame me, and hurt the people around me!"

Zixian roared, tears bursting out of the embankment.

Master, Zixian is sorry for you. Now, I don't know where in the world you are suffering.

Nuwa couldn't bear it when she saw Zixian like this, but she couldn't let her continue to mess around like this, so she said, "Zixian, calm down." Your master is here because of you, and since she is still alive in the world, you should find her and protect her. When you finish solving the affairs of the world, I promise you that I will definitely return her immortal body. ”

Hearing this, Zixian was silent for a moment, exhaled, and said, "Okay, then it's a word." ”

"Go ahead, I'll take care of this here." Nuwa said, retracting the golden rope.

"Well, thank you."

Zixian's heart moved, and the Linglong Pagoda turned into a hairpin and flew back to his hair.

Putting away the Qiushui Traceless Sword, he was just about to leave, when he suddenly paused: "Nuwa Niangniang, Chonglou's nature is not bad, but the obsession is too heavy, I hope you don't embarrass him." ”

"Don't worry."

Zixian nodded and jumped down into the sea of clouds.

The wind whistled in his ears, and Zixian relaxed and let himself fall freely.

The clothes are flying, and it should have been a very beautiful picture. But because of these days, his major injuries have not been broken, even the invulnerable silkworm yarn clothes will inevitably become tattered.

"When we get to the world, let's buy a set of clothes first." Zixian said in his heart.

Seeing that the town at his feet was still less than a mile away, Zixian hurriedly carried the big Ling Bo microstep. I saw that the body that had just fallen like an extraterrestrial meteorite suddenly became as light as a feather and slowly fell to the ground.

Zixian's fall from the sky caused quite a stir, and the people who were originally shopping paused and looked at her like a monster.

"Immortals? Youkai?"

"I look like Jigong, you see she is dressed in tatters."

"No, Jigong is obviously a man."

"That's all legends, maybe it's a woman."

"No way, if it's a woman, it should be called Jimu."

……

Zixian has deep internal strength, and she is naturally deaf and clear-sighted, although these people are whispering, they also enter her ears word by word.

She has always paid attention to her image, but when she heard others say that she looked like Jigong, she couldn't help blushing for a while, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

"May I ask you here, how do you get to the nearest silk village?" Zixian asked politely to a passerby.

"Turn left ahead, turn right at the intersection, turn left again, and go a little further." The passerby replied.

"Thank you." Zixian arched his hand, turned into a white afterimage and went straight to the silk village.

Everyone's eyes widened, reaffirming her idea that she was not mortal.