Without a second sentence, Zhao Huaide tied up Zhao Xijia with lightning speed, "Xiao'er will be at the disposal of the two." What a cool word. Meng Qi Youfeng was not verbose, his hands were folded, and as soon as he recited the incantation, a magic circle that seemed to be made of blood appeared. Zhao Huaide threw Zhao Xijia to the center of the formation, and the prophet cut his finger and sacrificed Chu Xiheng with blood. The big spell seal enveloped the entire magic circle, including Zhao Xijia, who was isolated and helpless in the center of the array. Dad has always been like this to him, once he mentions the world, he doesn't even recognize his parents and sons.

The seal of the brand narrowed the encirclement step by step, and with each shrinking step, Zhao Xijia in the center of the array was in pain, until the seal was completely burned on his eyebrows, and the little Zhao Xijia had been tormented by the pain of drowning and curled up, looking extremely helpless.

Meng Qi Youfeng was also moved, and when the seal was sealed, he walked to Zhao Xijia and said to Zhao Xijia, who had already held a grudge against him: "My poor partner, if you erase your memory later, it won't hurt, it won't hurt." After speaking, he didn't give Zhao Xi more time to rest, and directly asked the prophet to forcibly use spells to erase his memory.

What they didn't know was that Zhao Xijia used all his strength to resist the spell. In order to remember this hatred, these people, in the future, one by two, will all be ......

The memories end. When Zhao Xijia finished speaking, his face was already full of hatred. No matter how Duanmu Qi'an comforted him, he still hated him so much. "Report-" A soldier handed over a new situation. Strange, nothing has happened in a while, and what is the situation? Duanmu Qi'an suddenly remembered the prophecy that Zhao Xijia told him about Meng Qi Youfeng when he was a child, could it be that the plague has returned? Duanmu Qi'an hurriedly took the letter with the new situation in the world and read it:

Misfortune fell from heaven, and the plague returned, and the people were restless, and all the people rose up to rebel. It is hoped that the nobles can give the people a pure land and live and work in peace and contentment.

Sure enough, the prophecy of the prophecy clan has not been missed. Duanmu Qi'an knew that he had done something wrong, so he had to remedy it himself. He looked at Zhao Xijia, who also saw the letter paper on the side, took a deep breath, and said to him: "I have to make up for the mistakes I made, but I don't regret reshaping your body for you, but, Xi Jia, I may, go to the settlement of the Prophecy Clan again, can I not take you?" ”

As soon as Zhao Xijia heard this, his face immediately sank, "You mean, it's wrong to help me be reborn, and I'm not worthy of going to the place where the Prophecy Clan lives?" What is that place? Miracles? No! So why can't I go? Why? He asked word by word, gritting his teeth.

"It's not that you don't deserve it, but, rather, it's ......" Duanmu Qi'an couldn't go on, the reason why he didn't let Zhao Xijia go with him was very simple, Zhao Xijia was a natural scourge, and he was afraid that letting Zhao Xijia run around again would cause more chaos.

Zhao Xijia was very smart, and when he saw Duanmu Qi'an suddenly stop talking, he understood what the unspoken words were. He wanted to sneer, but found that he couldn't do it in front of Duanmu Qi'an.

Who made a thousand years of loneliness and darkness just waiting for such a person to redeem him?

For nearly 7,000 years, whenever he went to his paradise, there would always be hateful people in his world who would destroy everything good about him. The one who knew that he was a scourge never made a kind-hearted face towards him. What do you think it tastes like? He also wanted to be like Duanmu Qi'an, who loved the world deeply, but the treatment he received did not allow it.

"I just want to be with you forever, I just want to be humble by your side, I just want to enjoy the last happiness in the last two years, I want you to laugh, I want you to have the happiest happiness in the world, Qi An, since you don't want me to go, then I won't go, I only hope that you can be happy." Zhao Xijia's words after being silent moved Duanmu Qi Abe.

Duanmu Qi'an smiled, "It's good that you are so obedient." Zhao Xijia didn't say a word, his eyes drooping.

He really wants to tell Duanmu Qi'an, your eyes are like a crescent moon when you laugh, and I will fall forever.