The bleak night wind blew the doors and windows, and the room suddenly blew violently, and the candles on the case struck miserably twice, "snapped" and extinguished without suspense. The poignant and cold moonlight swayed in, and the two people in the room looked at each other coldly, their robes dancing in the wind.

An Siyi looked at him with cold eyes, the fingers hanging by his side clenched into fists, and the nails were embedded in the palms, painful, but made him more sober.

If he hadn't strongly opposed his marriage to Wu'er, they wouldn't have eloped, and they wouldn't have caused this matter to Tianjun after they were discovered, and the matter of the uncle's and nephew's indecent love wouldn't have been stabbed to the point that everyone knew about it, and Tianjun wouldn't have been angry and put Wu'er in a prison to suppress him in the South China Sea, ordering that the two would never see each other again, and Wu'er would not have died in despair, and later ...... Naturally, there is no later story.

When he heard that Wu'er had committed suicide, he almost completely collapsed and went to the heavenly palace like crazy, only to see Mozili walking out of the heavenly prison with a pale face holding Wu'er's corpse.

She's dead. Mo Zili walked in front of him with Qingwu's already cold corpse, his face was a little pale.

He stared at him, his eyes full of unforgettable hatred. You killed it.

Mozi's eyes flickered, and he suddenly smiled, his face was cold and pale. yes, I killed her.

He stood where he was, his crazy hatred almost completely engulfed him, and his former brother, who was like a brother and father, became an enemy overnight, and he didn't even know how to vent his hatred.

Mo Zili didn't seem to see the extreme hatred in his eyes, and walked away with the green wuwu in his arms blankly, and the pale blue ethereal figure blended into the sea-colored skylight, and he could no longer find a trace.

Later, he hadn't seen Mo Zili for a long time, and when he heard that he had turned against the Heavenly Monarch because of Qingwu's affairs, the Heavenly Monarch was furious, and he wrote a book, and Mo Zili was relegated to the bitter cold land in the extreme north, and took over the position of the head of Jiuge, and he never showed up again, and even the Heavenly Monarch gave Gong Xuanyue to marry him, and he didn't say a word.

He didn't want to pay attention to these things, and he didn't bother to speculate about what Mozili thought, just when Wu'er was still living in a corner of this world, so in those years, he left the fairy world and went to the world, walking all over the country alone, just to find that familiar figure.

He thought that he would never have any intersection with Mo Zili again in his life, until Mo Zili finally found him in that desert.

Wu'er has the hope of being resurrected and reborn. Mo Zili said coldly, looked at his face changed slightly, and continued, I went to the Wufu Realm to ask the master for a divine artifact, it is a Nuwa artifact handed down from ancient times, it has the power to resurrect the dead, and the name is ...... It's called Nine Glass Cups.

His heart, which had long been frozen and dead, beat again at that moment, and hope rekindled in his eyes that were as silent as ashes, and as Mozi left the Nine Songs of the Extreme North, he saw the green wuwu that was frozen in the ice and the body was well preserved.

For the sake of Qingwu, he naturally stayed in Jiuge, but although there is a divine artifact Jiuli Cup, he has not found anyone who can unlock its seal, and so many years have passed in a blink of an eye, Mozili has not given up looking for someone who can unseal the Jiuli Cup, Wu'er has been sealed in that piece of 10,000-year-old Xuan Ice, and he often goes out of the mountains to various places to find countless elixirs for her. Immortal Grass Holy Fruit, in a vain attempt to make her wake up as soon as possible, and then the number of times she went out of the mountain became more and more frequent, and the time outside became longer and longer, and gradually she rarely returned to Jiuge, and sometimes she would not go back for several years as soon as she left, and she had been traveling around.

I don't know how long it took to be in this muddle, but one day he received news from Jiu Ge, they had been looking for the person who had been unsealed for so many years, and finally found it, the name, I heard that it was called Gong Qianzhu.

So he made up his mind to see what kind of extraordinary person this little girl who had been looking for them for so many years was.

He found them in Jiangcheng, when he saw the clean and dusty snow-white figure sticking to Mozili like glue, he suddenly surged up in his heart with an unquenchable anger, he began to resent the little girl who smiled spotlessly, such a clean and lovely smile, obviously it should only belong to Wu'er, even pestering Mozili to be coquettish, it has always been the right that only Wu'er has, and now, there is another person standing beside him with such a clean and beautiful smile, to take her place.

He suddenly hated her, wishing that she would die immediately, the only Wu'er in the world, no one could replace her.

So he deliberately appeared in front of her, snatched her nine glass cups, and forced her to drink wine almost like a hate, but he didn't expect that the girl looked unworldly on the surface, but she didn't pour a thousand cups, so he threw the nine glass cups downstairs again, maliciously wanting to see her sad appearance.

She was finally completely enraged, and a small but crisp slap fell, and he was woken up by her, and finally struggled out of the boundless hatred that spread from the bottom of his heart, and watched her angry at him with red eyes.

She said, how can a gentleman like you have something that you want to cherish?

He was stunned, and watched her wipe away her tears and turn away, did she want something to cherish......

He suddenly felt sorry for her, Wu'er was the person he and Mozili wanted to cherish, but she didn't have it, they exchanged the people she wanted to cherish for what they lost, and how cruel they were to her.

So a clean and pure child, why do you have to force her into the abyss from which she will never recover?

After so many years, her every move and smile, although he didn't say it, he saw it in his eyes, warm like a small sun, with such warm and dazzling power, the dusty snow white, but also like stepping through the disturbances of the purple and red, a clear lotus that suddenly came out of the bath in the red dust, but it was more moving than the clear lotus, there was no lonely self-appreciation, she used her way of vision, gently looking at this already muddy world.

So he thought that the ancients had clouds that were as good as water, and they should be talking about such gentle people.