Qi Ci closed his eyes, feeling that he was wrapped in a layer of virtual and real obstacles, he could perceive everything next to him, but he couldn't wake up.

Huo Rongdong's voice was always by his side, and she was calling him.

"Childe...... Childe ......"

There was a bump, and there was a movement of other people around, obviously the old doctor and Huo Rendong's voices in his ears.

"This girl mourns, the patient's desire to survive is extremely weak, and the effect of the medicine may be difficult to achieve."

"Doctor, what do you mean by that?"

"He—he doesn't want to live anymore......"

Don't want to live anymore? Qi Ci wanted to laugh, but he couldn't think of arguing.

The light and shadow in front of him flickered and faded, the old wound in his shoulder ached sharply, and the poison gushing out of his wound was like a living thing, wriggling and eroding his body.

But this pain could not defeat him in the slightest.

Qi Ci closed his eyes tightly, and completely sealed his spirit into the deep sea of consciousness, getting deeper and colder, until the sea froze.

"Childe, Qi Ci, Qi Ci ......!"

In his ears, Huo Rendong's call gradually changed its tone and became the voices of other people in his memory.

Memories are very confusing, and those images are infinitely distorted and magnified—

The white-haired Patriarch Chong Heng is like a living sculpture, he is already dying, but he is holding a young man's hand and trembling up the ten thousand steps.

[Ah Ci, your father and mother are dead, and you are the only one left in the Qi family. Regardless of those grievances and grievances in the past, we must study the Tao well in the future and devote ourselves to cultivation. 】

He looked down the steps, and the group of immortal cultivators in Wuyang, all of whom couldn't see their faces clearly, bowed down respectfully and shouted at him.

[See Shi Shuzu.] 】

It's just that those eyes hidden behind the wide sleeves are full of disdain and banter waiting to see a good show.

Since then, he has had more false names such as "orphan of the Qi family" and "little uncle of Tianyan Sect".

Cold and summer, how many people come and go, he sits alone on the top of a high mountain, accompanied only by a thunder sword.

I don't know how many years have passed, but some disciples with blurred faces came up to the mountain and pleaded in unison.

[Uncle Shi, the black domain rift in the extreme south of the continent has been sealed for fifty years, and now the sealing seal is unstable, it is the turn of Tianyan Sect, please take action to strengthen it. 】

[Please Uncle Ancestor to strengthen the sealing seal! ] 】

So he drew his sword and went down the mountain at their request.

The Black Domain is an existence that is completely contrary to the normal world. The pure and the virtuous become extremely evil, the tolerant become jealous, and the upright become wicked.

At the beginning, the Thunder Sword slashed mutated demon beasts.

But then, he began to kill.

Some of those monks had just entered the Black Domain, and some of them had been in it for an unknown number of years, and they had completely lost their appearance.

In the memories of their relatives and friends, they are still about the image of being personable and sacrificing for the righteous path.

But Qi Ci was the last person to see them.

[Whew-woo-]

[Blood, blood, hahaha! 】

He would not tell others that these monks who sacrificed their lives for the Tao and took the initiative to strengthen the seal have lost their last dignity as human beings.

They lost their minds, drank blood, and slaughtered each other.

The Thunder Torture Sword wiped the necks of those demonic cultivators, sending their souls back to the way home, and Qi Ci did not blink.

More and more blood stained the land in the Black Realm red.

He didn't know exactly how long he had been inside, his body and mind had been numb to the killing.

There was no sun all day long, and his hair turned white.

He didn't know what the liquid was on his cheeks, and his shirt had become tattered in battle.

His fingers couldn't grasp the hilt of the sword, and the slippery one was about to fall at any moment, so he could only wrap it around it with strips of cloth.

When he had killed the last man, he held the Thunder Torture Sword in one hand and walked slowly down the mountain, a small river of blood flowing behind him.

I couldn't tell if it was his blood or whose blood it was.

But at such a great cost, when the disciples of the sect who were waiting for him to see him with a disheveled hair and a white head overnight, they did not show a look of joy.

Qi Ci still can't forget those eyes full of fear.

[Teacher, junior uncle......]

[Uncle Shi's ancestors are righteous! 】

Some people have a fake smile on their faces, and some people can't even maintain a smile, and their expressions are jealousy, disgust, fear, and confusion.

Qi Ci read their thoughts too easily:

- Why isn't he dead yet?

He lowered his head, looked at the Thunder Torture Sword that was stained with blood and couldn't see its original color, and thought: Old man, in the end, it's just me and you.

The long river of time flows with the east of the waves.

After a few more years, Venerable Chong Heng sat down.

The Tianyan Sect wept bitterly, they were not crying about the death of an old man, but about the fall of the only god-transforming monk in the Crying Sect, crying about the protection they were about to lose.

Qi Ci knelt beside the black wooden coffin, in a trance.

He still remembered the long sigh that Master had let out as he sat down, the death of the last person in the world who had truly been to him.

Later, he was isolated from the summit and sat and watched the clouds roll up. Although he has the name of the little uncle of Tianyan Sect, he has never integrated into it, and he is like an outsider who does not fit in.

Qi Ci thought more than once, perhaps, he shouldn't have lived in the first place.

When his father and mother were in great trouble, he should have died;

He deserves to die when he has been in danger and assassinated again and again;

When he seals the Black Domain and kills a hundred monks, he should die;

When his injuries worsened, he deserved to die.

Qi Ci closed his eyes and felt the ice in his limbs, and the ice and snow gradually covered his body to his heart.

In the desperate situation of half-dreaming and half-waking, suddenly a light and melodious flute sound came into my ears.

It's a folk song, there is no skill, and it can be heard as a beginner, stumbling.

But it was such a folk song, and the tune that had nothing to do with the elegance soothed him heavily.

Qi Ci suddenly came to his senses, by the way, he still had Huo Rendong.

If she didn't have him, how would she deal with the Han family?

Thinking of this, the ice layer of the Sea of Consciousness quickly disintegrated, cracked, and melted, and green tendons burst out on the back of Qi Ci's hand, and his eyes fluttered frequently.

He can die, but not as a monster.

He could die, but ...... She can't!

He wants to protect her, take her on the path of cultivating immortals, and let her live a long life.

Suddenly, the man on the bed sat up suddenly, startling the old doctor who was about to administer the needle next to him.

He hasn't pricked the needle yet, why did he wake up??

Qi Ci was short of breath, and subconsciously touched the hilt of the sword beside him, until he heard the sound of the flute outside the window, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Huo Rongdong blew a few songs, heard that the doctor was calling her, and hurriedly ran back.

Pushing open the door, I saw Qi Ci sitting at the head of the bed. He was covered with a rough quilt, his long snow-colored hair was scattered over his shoulders, and his face was soft and unusual.

She paused: "Childe ......"

Qi Ci raised his eyes to look at her, his handsome face could not see a single pore in the sunlight of the room, it was as clear as jade, the outline of his nose and jaw was as perfect as carving, and his eyes were as bright as cold stars and as black as midnight, lining this narrow and simple consultation room a little brighter.

She knew that Qi Ci was handsome, but the surprise at this moment still screwed her heart hard.

Pressing the heartbeat, Huo Rongdong walked over with the medicine bowl: "Childe, how do you feel?" You've slept for two hours since you fell unconscious outside the rift! ”

Qi Ci's eyebrows stretched, revealing a peace that he didn't have on weekdays: "I'm worried about you." ”

He reached out and pinned the mess in her ear to the back of her ear, touching his warm fingers, Huo Rendong's face flushed, and his body ducked back.

"Nothing...... I was in a hurry to go to the doctor, but fortunately there was a hospital in the nearby town, so I could live temporarily. ”

In the end, she faced Qi Ci, who was still staring at her, and the two looked at each other, and the gentle warmth flowed between each other.

"It's good that Childe wakes up."

"I won't worry you anymore."

"Hmmm......"

Huo Rongdong only realized this time how helpless and nervous she was when Qi Ci fell.

Qi Ci looked at his left shoulder, the old wound had been torn, and the barrier poison was moving under the skin, eroding the meridians. He tore open his clothes at will, clicked a few acupoints without hesitation, and used his spiritual power to force the blood out.

Huo Rongdong was startled, but she didn't have time to pay attention to Qi Ci's naked skin, and the old wound on his shoulder was terrifying. The dripping black blood dripped all the way down his fingertips, and dissolved in the basin of water, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

Huo Rongdong helped him wipe the bloodstains, and Qi Ci saw that she was worried, and explained: "Old injuries are difficult to heal, and this time the destruction of the rift is just poisonous." ”

"Isn't there anything that can be done?"

Qi Ci's voice was faint, and a pair of phoenix eyes were clear: "In the early stage of poisoning, I could still use spiritual power and medicine to suppress the toxicity, but the more time passed, the more the poison penetrated into the bone marrow, took root in the flesh and blood, and it was difficult to pull it out." ”

"During this time, with Qingxiao Yu helping you, it has been a lot better."

He smiled and returned to his usual cynical evil spirit: "What are you afraid of? My cultivation is so high, if I fall into the devil, it will become a great catastrophe, and the major sects will not let me die easily. They will secretly send killers or hire dead men to chase and intercept me, and they will never let me live to be a baby. ”

Huo Nurish: ......

She didn't understand why he could say such things calmly.

The dangers encountered in the past, those assassins and killers, can no longer tell which forces sent them. Not only can you get a red pill material like Huo Rendong, but also get rid of Qi Ci, it is simply killing two birds with one stone.

Qi Ci knew this, he didn't really want to live much anymore, but this state of losing the desire to survive improved a lot after meeting Huo Rendong.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the woman at the head of the bed: "What if it were you?" ”

Huo Rongdong said firmly: "If it were me, I would definitely fight." ”

Qi Ci looked at her for a long time before he spoke: "It's difficult." ”

His tone didn't change much, but Huo Rongdong keenly sensed a hint of a turnaround.

"Since it's not impossible, it's worth a try! No matter what kind of predicament I encounter, I'll be with Childe! Everyone expects us to die, how can it be as they wish. ”

Qi Ci was stunned, and finally showed a relieved smile: "Okay." ”