When the sky was slightly bright, the departed and the world retreated from their original state, and they were naturally greeted by Ziqiu's resentful eyes.

It seems that Ziqiu is very concerned about the two of them whispering while she is asleep.

Leaving the world and falling into the world, they are all quiet and stable temperaments, if there is no such a lively person as Ziqiu, it will probably make people feel a little bored.

However, there are also some bad things about this temperament, for example, starting from today, Ziqiu has been persevering and trying his best to find out the content of last night's chat from the mouths of the two.

The world just smiled and avoided talking about it, and when he touched Ziqiu, he would always put away his indifferent temperament and tease Ziqiu like a child.

Ziqiu was tricked a few times, so he stopped asking angrily, and walked fast alone, rushing to the front. A sullen breath was held in her heart, but a few prisoners who were not long-eyed blocked her way.

I don't know what the intentions of the three prisoners were, but before they could say anything, they were all lifted by Ziqiu's hands and knocked over.

Death should be not dead, probably fainted, naturally change to the two of them, there will be no living mouth, but Ziqiu has never killed anyone, and the mana is not high again, and he can stun three people at a time, probably relying on the resentment in his heart.

When they approached, the anger in Ziqiu's heart had disappeared a lot, but the expression on his face was still tense, pretending to be angry, but when he heard the death of Li, he praised it, "Now that the mana has improved a lot, it seems that the cultivation has some results." After that, the nerves that manage the expression completely gave up the restraints and smiled.

It's just that the smile hasn't been shown for a moment, "However, there is still a pretending to be dizzy." As soon as his voice turned, it became cold, and at the same time, a golden immortal qi flew out of his hand, turning the three of them into nothingness.

After doing this, the world looked at Ziqiu's smile before it unfolded and froze, and then his expression was like a frosted eggplant, and he couldn't help laughing, and his hand gently stroked Ziqiu's head, as if comforting and spoiling.

Ziqiu looked at the smile of the world, and only felt that no matter what she was, as long as she saw her smile, it didn't matter. And he laughed with her.

Such a beautiful picture, even if it is a death, I feel that I should not be disturbed, but on the contrary, there are always people who are not beautiful.

In an instant, the three of them were surrounded in the middle of a group of people who were dressed like the three who had just died, and felt a little more orderly than the rest of the prisoners they had encountered along the way. This feeling is all due to the fact that although they are surrounded, the prisoner does not make any other move, but all looks at the same person, as if waiting for the next order.

Naturally, they looked at that one person. The man was not very good-looking, with an average appearance and a tall figure. In this group of prisoners, there is almost no conspicuous existence. But the murderous aura in that man's eyes was not concealed, but it was more intimidating than the rest of the prisoners.

"Our chief, please see a few of them. The man's murderous eyes, but after bowing slightly to them very politely, he turned his body sideways to give way to the encirclement, and pointed in one direction with one hand, as if leading the way, waiting for their actions.

Killing these individuals is not a difficult task for Liqiu, and the world can protect Ziqiu intact, but obviously, this group of prisoners is not the only number. Although this man has some deterrent power and some murderous aura, it is already the limit to be able to control these prisoners. When you don't know the enemy's hole cards, standing still is the best option.

He smiled and took the first step, and he did not object to it, followed closely behind, and Ziqiu was secondary. Approaching the man's side, "Please lead the way." "Leaving the dead is also a debt.

The man glanced at the death meaningfully, such a beautiful man, although he was also in arrears, but he didn't know how much more grace and elegance he did than himself, and how much evil he had when he hooked his lips and smiled. The most unsightly thing is the calmness in his eyes, no one will think that this is pretending, only that it is unfathomable.

The murderous aura in the man's eyes dissipated unconsciously, and he nodded slightly, as if in response to the words of leading the way, he walked ahead of them, and after the three of them followed, the rest of the prisoners were lined up in an orderly formation and followed behind.

Even though they are in danger everywhere in the dead cave, things outside the dead cave still change according to the original trajectory.

The battle of the Eight Clans, which was originally less than 50,000 years old, even if the time in the dead cave was slow, it had been less than 10,000 years since it was transferred to the outside world, and Qing Dai had been in a coma for 40,000 years. For 40,000 years, Nightstring would come every day to look after her, probing the condition in her body. The good news is that the immortal qi in her body has been slowly condensed, and it won't be long before she will wake up.

As for this not for a long time, whether it is a day, a year, or a hundred years and a thousand years, it is not certain.

Fu has followed the night strings for millions of years, and he only feels that the days since he forgot everything have been the most comfortable and relaxed. Fu Zhi felt more and more that maybe forgetting that woman was the best for Yexian, after all, the relationship between them was never understood and blessed by anyone, whether it was the master elder in the academy at the beginning, the senior brother and brother, or the Heavenly Emperor and Immortal at that time.

After Yexian took care of Qingdai, he would return to the study to deal with official business. A regular stay is a whole day. In the past, he spent a lot of time sitting in the bamboo forest, and he did all the official business as he pleased, most of which were piled up, but now, he has to deal with all these millions of years of official business, but I'm afraid some of them have already passed the time limit.

At the beginning of the nightstring, he was very helpless about this mountain of official duties, I don't know why he is like this, although he was loose and free in the past, but what he should do has never been left behind. Especially for the matter of the Cangsheng Avenue, I will never slack off.

Now he didn't know that since the woman's death, all he thought he should do was wait for her to come back one day. The rest, it doesn't matter.

When he returned to the room to rest after a busy day's official duties, he just closed his eyes and recuperated, and with his cultivation, he no longer needed to eat and sleep and other mundane things.

In just a moment, Nightstring's spirit was restored.

Nightstring has been busy all day, and his casual temperament returns, just wanting to steal this moment of leisure, but he doesn't know what to do.

At this time, he would no longer go to the back garden to face the bamboo forest in a daze, but he didn't want to cultivate.

As if by spell, he walked to the closet next to the bed, and there was only one chest in the closet. He opened the box and took out some tools, and some polished bamboo chips. Then he sat down at the table and carved the bamboo pieces.

If you take a closer look, in the box, the bamboo tools are only placed on the top of the shallow layer, there is a partition, open the partition will find that there are many neatly placed all kinds of things made of bamboo, there are things, jewelry, or some small furniture, although the box is not big, but these things are piled up in it, and they are not satisfied, as if they are bottomless, and they will never be satisfied.

After a few clicks on the door, he opened the door and came in, brought a pot of tea, put it on the table, and stood aside, watching silently.

It takes a long time to make the same thing, one is that he does not have many leisure moments, and the other is from thinking about the pattern to the production, he does it himself, and does not use a little fairy energy.

For some reason, he always felt that he shouldn't use immortal energy. It's like it's defiled.

He just said that it was just a habit that he had unconsciously developed to pass the time, after all, it was millions of years, it was too long. Nightstring sometimes feels that he is a little tired of living, but he doesn't want to die, for some reason, he just feels that there is something waiting for him.

Fu Zhi stood aside speechless, just silently accompanied, he had been with him like this for millions of years, and he knew everything about Yexian too well.

He knew that every time Nightstring carved these things before, he was thinking about the woman.

Nightstring told him that the woman liked bamboo, and Nightstring asked the woman why.

The woman said, "Because when I first saw you, you stood resolutely in a bamboo forest in a lilac dress, and the wind blew your hair, blew the corners of your clothes, and blew off the bamboo leaves, which made my heart move, and I fell in love with you at that time, and I also fell in love with that touch of purple and that bamboo forest." ”

Fu can't forget that when Yexian said this, the tenderness on his face was a tenderness he had never seen in his life.

"I never told her, and it was at that time that when I saw the bamboo forest behind her when she stood in the wind, and saw her purple hair that shone faintly in the wind, and her star-like eyes and a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, even though there were thousands of beautiful scenery, I would like to be deeply immersed in it and never see anything else. ”

"She loves bamboo forests and purple because of her, but she doesn't know that I fell in love with these because of her. ”

Fu remembered that since returning from the mortal world, Yexian has only been dressed in purple, and there is only one plant in the mansion, bamboo.

Although he had forgotten the woman now, he still wore only purple clothes, and he would still take care of the bamboo forest, and he would still sit at the table and carve these things. As is customary, it is generally a matter of course.

Is it true that the memories washed away by the water of forgetfulness are also deeply ingrained in the deepest part of his heart?