In the Difu Transit Station.

A figure twitched as if it were sick.

The delicate body rolled on the ground in pain.

Boom!!

The tumbling hit a thick and hard stone pillar, making a muffled sound, and then stopped.

Wu Ji's ten fingers gripped the edge of the dark gold Houtu mask with great effort, and moved it outward, but he couldn't peel it off, even if the skin of his face was torn out of blood, he was still powerless.

She's tried many, many times.

It was as if something was hidden in the mask, sucking her soul.

She can sometimes take the mask off, but when she wakes up, the mask will inexplicably return to her face.

And when this "sucking feeling" arises, she can't take it off, even if she tears it desperately, she can't do it.

Long...

And for a long time...

She collapsed, lying on the cold black ground covered in sweat, her clothes soaked, and partly against her snow-white skin, reflecting her graceful curves.

Wu Ji sat up, she was still one weight away from breaking through the peak of the eleventh realm, and she could break free from the mortal life wheel.

But she wasn't happy.

Masks are certainly one thing,

On the other hand, there is marriage.

Wu Ji would never have imagined that after completing the task of the Hidden Monarch, he would still need to get married.

Although the first generation of Yinjun has contributed to the family, it is precisely because she is busy with human affairs that she has delayed the breakthrough time, and now her strength is not very high in the Wu family.

The object of marriage is chosen by the clan, that is, in order to ensure the purity of blood, and the marriage between the same clan.

As for why the marriage...

It's not so much about the interests as it is about her face.

She's beautiful, beautiful and captivating, there's no doubt about that.

The Wu family is different from the Su family, the Su family is the Ice Emperor and the eldest princess competing for the right to appoint the emperor, and then compete for the position of the head of the family.

The Wu family is not so complicated.

And, before she stepped down from the position of Yinjun, she was the mother of the Empress of Dashang, and her biological father, who tended to be inflammatory, had already chosen the object of the family for her.

That object is Wu Yizhi, the youngest son of the current patriarch.

When she served as the hidden monarch, Wu Yizhi had been to the world to "experience", and she was also punished by her for being too stupid and lustful, and as a result, he proposed this marriage when he returned to the clan and wanted to include her as a second room.

The most important thing is that the biological father and mother actually agreed.

Now I'm already planning for the wedding, sending invitations...

This is completely humiliating for Wu Ji.

But the people don't think so.

"I should be grateful to be able to marry the patriarch's little son. ”

"This is the biggest reward for her hard work. ”

"Would she not want to?"

"How could it be, how could it be? Does she want to destroy the purity of the family blood? Or does she look down on the patriarch of the family? To be able to combine with the little son, even if it is a second room, she is lucky. ”

"Wu Ji's parents are also painstaking, they are really heartbroken for this daughter's marriage, if she still doesn't understand her parents' hard work, it is really hopeless. ”

Yes.

If she doesn't go to this wedding happily, she is unfaithful and unfilial, she doesn't know what to do, she doesn't know how to be grateful, and she looks down on her family.

People are terrible, and even more terrible is that you don't even know who is speaking, as if the whole world is whispering in your ear so maliciously.

At this moment, Wu Ji suddenly felt the burden that had been heavy on that imperial brother...

Now her empathy made her sigh lightly.

A few days later, she came to a high cliff.

At the end of the cliff is a tombstone.

The tombstone was pale in the moonlight of deep winter, and the epitaph engraved thereafter:

"The Tomb of the Ancient Dust of the Shang Prince".

Wu Ji took off the dark gold Houtu mask, hung it on her waist, took out three incense sticks and lit them, and the incense curled and scattered in the air.

All of this is her own choice, and it is also the sin she has done.

But what if she doesn't?

Who, not bound by fate?

Choice is a blessing, but how many people can have it?

Either that, or just follow this fate.

Or, or to be the anomaly of that person.

How is it that all those who have spoken evil have not been held hostage by the same evil words?

Isn't it true that most of the people in the world are like this?

Under the cold moon,

Wu Jijing stood until the sandalwood burned and burned her fingers, but she still didn't notice it.

She took out a jar and a flask.

Syllable.

The dust and mud of the wine jar were slapped open, and she grabbed the edge of the altar and poured wine on the tombstone of the man who was perhaps the most sorry man in her life.

The wine wet the cliff, and flowed along the uneven veil of the mountain stone in the light and shadow,

It was blown open by the mountain wind, and became a curtain of broken beads, sending out the "tick-tock" but inaudible light sound into the distance.

Wu Ji grabbed the flask and brought it to her lips.

The wine is sorrowful, and it turns into tears.

"Do you want to drink?" suddenly a laugh came from behind him.

Wu Ji suddenly became alert, her whole body tensed like a female leopard, and she rushed forward and then immediately turned back, already grasping the hilt of the skull knife in her hand.

But when she saw someone coming, she let go of the handle of the knife again.

The person who came was Xia Ji.

Xia Ji came from afar: "I still have wine, do you have a story?"

Wu Ji smiled self-deprecatingly with a relaxed and sad look, but at the same time let down her guard.

The person in front of her will not make a move on her,

If she did, she wouldn't be able to beat it, so there was no need to be vigilant.

Xia Ji walked up to the cliff and said, "I didn't expect you to come here at this time this year." ”

Wu Ji said: "Do you have such a good relationship with your eldest brother, and you still come to worship?"

Xia Ji didn't taunt her, because she had her own guilt to suffer from her past sins, but said, "What if I say I'm here to wait for you?"

He had seen Wu Ji in the underworld a few years ago with a painful look, and he also understood that there was a problem with the soil surface, after the golden cicada came out of his shell this time, in order to implement the follow-up plan, he came here to try his luck, if he couldn't meet Wu Ji, then he would find a way again.

But, by chance, I met it.

Wu Ji said: "The dignified Black Emperor is waiting for such a woman as me?"

Xia Ji said: "Yes." ”

Wu Ji fell silent.

Wu Ji laughed self-deprecatingly and asked self-deprecatingly, "Then, how does the Black Emperor plan to use me?"

Xia Ji glanced at her, took out two jars of wine, handed one to Wu Ji, and opened the other by himself.

Wu Ji actually didn't drink much, but she also crossed her heart, slapped a jar directly, and drank bitterly.

Xia Ji said: "You have been in the family for a long time, so you have used yourself as a tool?"

Wu Ji asked rhetorically, "Isn't it?"

Xia Ji shook his head and said sincerely: "No, no one is a tool, everyone should have a choice, whether it is miserable or happy, at least there should be an opportunity to work hard to change, not destined to be so." ”

Wu Ji snorted lightly, didn't argue, and continued to drink.

After drinking all the jars, she tilted her head directly and got drunk, using green silk as a pillow, cushioning the head with a face that captivated the country and the city.

Xia Ji sat beside her, took a blanket and covered her, and then sat under the lonely moon and cold stars to drink alone.

Dawn is unknown, Wu Ji "muttered", woke up, looked at the blanket and the man beside him, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "You are still there..."

Xia Ji said gently: "Let's talk about it." ”

Wu Ji said: "You are really very different from before. If I had known that you could be so powerful at that time, I would definitely buy you rock sugar gourds every day and be a good sister. ”

Xia Ji smiled.

Wu Ji was inexplicably a little relieved, so she said slowly: "Two things, the first thing, you said that there is a problem with the mask, it seems to be a prophecy, the Wu family gave me this mask and did not have a good heart, and the second thing, my family asked me to marry someone I don't like very much." Nothing else. ”

Xia Ji said: "I can help you solve it, but what about after it is solved? It seems that you can't stay in the Wu family anymore." ”

"Do I have a choice?"

"Yes, but are you ready to stand on the opposite side of the family?"

"Xia Ji, you... Don't lie to me?"

"I don't lie to you. ”

Wu Ji hesitated for a long time, then suddenly sighed and said, "If I die, you can burn me to ashes and bury me next to my brother." I'm sorry for him, but at least I can be cheeky enough to go to see him under the Nine Springs and apologize. ”

"You're not going to die. ”

"What if..."

"I promise you. ”

"Thank you. Wu Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

If a person knows where he will be buried when he dies, then he is relieved.

She lay in the blanket, her cheeks still red, looked up at the darkness and the light of the sky and asked, "Then what can I do for you?"

Xia Ji grabbed three things from his arms:

Jedi Order, Sea Scrolls, Imperial Order.

"How do you use these things?"

Wu Ji's eyes widened suddenly: "You..."

However, the next moment she remembered the information that her master had died in the robbery, and she immediately understood.

Many years ago, the master won the three things of the Ghost Emperor in Wangjiang Tower, but now it is in the hands of the Black Emperor, which is really impermanent.

She felt a little sorry in her heart, after all, who wouldn't regret the fall of a saint like her master?

At the same time, she was even more shocked by Xia Ji's strength.

"Wu Ji?"

"Hmm..."

She reacted, looked at the imperial order with complicated eyes, and then began to speak.

Dawn...

It's arrived.

The gray mountain mist turned into a burning golden flame, drowning the figures of the two secret talks in it.

...

...

"Convergence of the flames. ”

"Use feathers as legs. ”

"How can you have such long legs, it's almost heaven, okay. ”

In the depths of the earth,

Xia Ji was pointing out how a little phoenix could stand upright.

Ruri controlled the flames, shortened her tail, and wrapped herself in a white-gold robe that covered the floor, and the bird's head looked uneasily from side to side in her hood.

Xia Ji put on a mask on it, and it really looked like a person.

Liuli said worriedly: "Nervous. ”

Xia Ji smiled: "Don't you want to see the human world, I'll take you to see it." ”

Liuli said: "Still nervous..."

Xia Ji said: "I don't think it's you who should be nervous, okay?"

An abyss boss disguises himself as a human and runs to the middle of the human race, who should be nervous?

Ruri: "It's a strange feeling. ”

As he spoke, many phoenix feathers spread out of the white-gold robe in all directions like tentacles, and then collapsed.

Suddenly, the short figure suddenly became even shorter, directly to Xia Ji's knees.

Liuli said: "Or, that's it, right?"

Xia Ji said: "It's very conspicuous to be so short." ”

Ruri said: "But I can pretend to be a child." ”

Xia Ji said: "The wedding banquet of the family generally does not bring children. ”

Liuli controlled the feathers, and once again propped himself up to a height of one meter seven, it seemed to have some innate cognition of human behavior, and under Xia Ji's training, it soon became like a normal person, able to walk, run, and jump, and jump up but not fall.

Liuli said: "You humans can still become two like... If only I could shapeshift. ”

It also remembers the wind before the north and south.

After thinking for a while, it spoke: "When is the Wu family's wedding banquet you are talking about?"

Xia Ji said: "Three days later." ”