Unconsciously, a shallow smile appeared on the corner of Zhixi's mouth.

If you go back in time, back to the beginning, she was just a simple little Si Ming, and he was just a bad fox in Qingqiu.

Isn't it a simple thing?

With a twist of her wrist, a blue-white divine power condensed at her fingertips.

The divine power slowly poured into the abyss's body, swimming along his body.

The more he walked, the more ugly his face became.

The injuries on Remnant Abyss's body were far more serious than she thought.

His body was shattered and shaky, with injuries everywhere, and the demonic energy in his body was also overflowing.

Under Qingli's healing, his demonic qi had stopped and did not continue to overflow.

But this was only a temporary stop, and it did not treat him.

At this moment, the divine power of Zhixi actually touched something in the body of the remnant abyss.

In the position of his chest, where the injury was most serious, there was a trace of divine power left!

I can't believe it!

How can there be divine powers?

Remnant Yuan was injured by Feng Lieyang in the Imperial Demon Mountain, then by Han Zhu in Qingqiu, and finally by Feng Lieyang in the Xiping Realm.

Among them, it is either magic power or the power of the ancient wilderness, how can there be divine power?

Among the people who have come into contact with him, there is no other?

It can't be Qingli, it can't be Cangling, who will it be?

This divine power is the real one, and the ultimate reason for his injury.

If it weren't for this divine power, he wouldn't be what he is now.

What the hell is going on?

Just when Zhixi was puzzled, a maid walked in outside.

"Goddess, please dine together. ”

Zhi Xi looked back at the remnant abyss lying quietly on the altar, and with a flick of her wrist, a small paper crane appeared beside him.

The little paper crane gently stirred its wings, very agile, guarding the remnants of the abyss on the spiritual platform.

As long as there is a little news, she will be able to receive it.

"Let's go. ”

Zhi Xi walked out of the Qinglian Lingtai with the goddess.

Passing through the corridor of Qinglian Lingshan, Zhixi entered a room with the fragrance of tea.

In the room, Qingli was already waiting there.

He sat on the couch, and there was a table of dishes on the couch, all of which were very light and delicious, exuding a light fragrance.

"Sit down. ”

Qingli raised her head and smiled very kindly, like the warm spring breeze in March.

Zhixi nodded and got off the couch and sat down across from Qingli's table.

"Eat, it's been a long time since you've had a hot meal, right?"

I was stunned for a moment, and a warm current gradually hit my heart.

Although she no longer needs to eat whole grains to stay alive.

But she also does... It's been a long time since I've had a bite of a hot meal.

So many things have happened during this time, the last time she had a hot meal, it seems that it was when she was in the Ninth Spirit Continent, and Cangling cooked for her.

At that time, Qin Ziyin was not dead, Han Qi was not released, Qingqiu was still intact, and the remnants of the abyss were still Jin Xiu...

At that time, everything was still beautiful.

Zhixi's heart is a little blocked, in such a short period of time, so many things have happened, it is not uncomfortable, it is fake.

But she is no longer the little priest who didn't know the height of the sky.

She still remembered that after the end of the Second Tribulation, she was so sad that she hid alone and refused to appear.

Now, one painful thing after another has happened, but she has been facing it and has never flinched.

She grew up, and her heart became harder.