"Why is Jingjing so sad, such a desperate sadness, as weak as I can feel." There was a sound of inaction in my ears. In order to save me last time, Wuwei consumed too much spiritual power True Yuan, thus hurting the origin, and these days he has been recuperating in the beeswax hand, and he can't show up at all.

I didn't answer inaction, but let the tears slip down. I need catharsis, or I'm really going crazy with the birth and detachment that I created.

"Hey!" A sigh came from Wuwei, "I knew that you would hurt each other, and I wouldn't have warned you in the first place." ”

"No, fortunately with your reminder, otherwise I and the mighty will be doomed!" My emotions gradually stabilized and I came back to my senses.

"Jingjing is like this, which makes people feel distressed. In fact, with the strength of the three of us, we can definitely compete with Peeki, so why should Jingjing be afraid? Wuwei's voice was a little hesitant, and it seemed that he had made a lot of determination to say this.

I shook my head and said, "Wuwei seems to have overlooked one point, which is my immortal blood oath. What will happen if I break my vow, I don't dare to gamble. I only hope that Mighty can live in peace and not be implicated by me. I shouldn't have let him fall in love with me, and I shouldn't have fallen in love with him myself, it's all my fault, and if there's a punishment, I'll be the one to bear. ”

Wuwei responded for a long time: "Hearing Jingjing's words, I dare to be sure that Jingjing really loves might. Maybe Jingjing herself doesn't know that you have subconsciously loved him for thousands of years. I...... No matter what decision Jingjing makes, I will support you. After Wuwei finished speaking, he fell silent.

Wu Wei is right, Weiwu and I have already subconsciously fallen in love with each other in our thousands of years of getting along, and we have become accustomed to each other's love. Maybe Wei Wu clearly knows his love for me, but I am shackled by my blind infatuation with Chu Qing, and I have never seen my true feelings. Now I only hope that everything is still too late to be restored.

I am grateful for Wuwei's unreserved support, and without his support, I am afraid I would not have been able to make up my mind and persevere.

I did not say goodbye to Fu Lin, but came to Xin Zheku early the next morning. I was greeted not only by piles of work, but also by those cynicisms. I had expected this, because these people were all born lowly, and the most intolerable of the same lowly people wanted to ascend to the sky in one step, fly up the branches and become phoenixes.

I didn't pay attention to others, I just buried my head in hard work, and only by constantly working could I be temporarily freed from the pain of missing the might.

I was assigned to chop wood, and every day I bent over and kept picking up the axe without making a sound. From morning to night, my waist could not be straightened, I did not feel it; My tender hands were blistered with blood, and I didn't feel it, I just knew that I kept chopping, and the moment I split the dry wood, I had a trace of pleasure, as if the dry wood in front of me was my enemy.

Gradually, no one said anything to me again, because the momentum with which I chopped wood frightened the others, and they were afraid that one day they would annoy me, and I would chop the axe in my hand at them.

I had spent five days in Xinzhiku, and during those five days, Mighty did not come to see me. I didn't expect Mighty to come to see me, and if we could just forget about each other, then I wouldn't have so many troubles.

The day is inexplicably hot and sultry, which does not match the current solar terms. The sky is dotted with cotton clouds, indicating heavy rain tonight. As usual, I picked up the nine-section purple bamboo flute, flew out of the Xinzhi Library, and came to the big tree not far away, expressing my feelings through music. In the dead of night, I do this every day, and today is no exception.

Xiao Yin is as graceful and melodious as ever, telling my heart, and I am the most relaxed at this time every day.

Suddenly, an inexplicable uneasiness welled up in my heart, and in an instant, it spread all over my limbs, interrupting the low sound of the flute. I stood vigilantly on the branches and looked around, but saw no danger. I was hesitating whether to go to Qianqing Palace and Cining Palace to check, but it was raining in the sky.

I put away the purple flute and was about to jump down, but I didn't expect a terrifying pain to suddenly come from all around me, it was a verbena! I looked around suspiciously, no one was attacking me, and I was not surrounded by verbena. Before I could comprehend it, an even more violent impact came, nearly knocking me off the tree, and then my chest was choked, and a heart-rending pain ensued, as if something had pierced me.

I clutched my chest and tumbled to the ground, panting for breath, because as I felt the latter blow, I suddenly realized that I was not attacked, but that I had been attacked by might, and it was transmitted to me through my thoughts!

I couldn't imagine that Weiwu was attacked, so I immediately jumped out of the Forbidden City and rushed to the outskirts of Beijing where Weiwu was located.

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