Zhao Xijia slowly opened his eyes. Not dead? He frowned. Look around, it's a prison. Oh, I didn't expect that he would be high up in the past.

The sunlight outside was shining through the cracks in the windows. He remembered his man-eating ghosts, how long had it been now?

Have they been wiped out? If it is eliminated, the hard work that I have cultivated for three years will be in vain.

But he didn't care at all, what did it matter to him whether the ghost lived or died? It's not that he's dead, it's just that three years have passed in vain.

He was thinking when footsteps sounded, and someone was coming. He turned his back to the window and raised his head—it was Duanmu Qi'an.

He suddenly remembered those five years, how good it would have been if he had not been born with so many destined fates?

Is it possible to stay with him until he is old like before? Unfortunately, it can't be. Duanmu Qi'an was very cold to him, he didn't give him a single eye, he just took his hand and walked out.

Zhao Xijia didn't care where he was going to take him, he only cared about Duanmu Qi'an holding his hand. When he came to the outside of the prison, the sun was dazzling, and he used his other hand to block the too harsh light.

I vaguely seemed to see my father and mother and many clansmen, as well as many people. Eyes to the right, that's ...... Altar?

What are they going to do? Zhao Xijia immediately became alert. Suddenly, Duanmu Qi'an dragged his hand and pushed it onto the altar.

Zhao Xijia stumbled before finally standing firm.

"You love the world, I love you" prison disaster is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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