The window was blown open by the wind, and the bamboo curtain let in the cold air from outside the city. The thin sound of wind swirled around the house and dispersed quietly.
Ning Jiujiu turned his head and looked at the dim light outside the bamboo curtain.
Shao Xiaoli was wrapped in a thick quilt and huddled in the corner. His face buried in his messy hair looked like a frightened cub.
After she finished speaking, she also fell into silence. She was not even sure whether she was telling what she had really experienced or whether she was just telling a nightmare.
She only felt that her body was cold, as if she was in the snow, and the thick quilt seemed unable to warm her.
"Why didn't you tell me these things before?" Ning Changjiu's words brought her back to her thoughts.
"I..." Shao Xiaoli shook his head slightly and said, "I couldn't think of anything before. I... maybe this was my sleep talking."
Ning Jiujiu continued to ask: "Who is buying your time?"
Shao Xiaoli immediately said: "He is a monster!"
"Huh?" Ning Jiujiu thought to himself, aren't there monsters outside the city
Shao Xiaoli said: "I met him twice. Once he was a very handsome man, well... second only to the boss, and once he was a monster!"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What kind of monster?"
Shao Xiaoli closed his eyes, as if he was in pain, as if thinking about it gave him a headache.
"The monster... it looks like a puppet, with sticky white threads wrapped around its body. The most important thing is... it has no face!" Shao Xiaoli suddenly opened his eyes and said: "He has no face, his face was painted on by himself!"
Ning Jiujiu could not search for similar records in his mind.
He continued to ask: "What do you get for selling your time?"
Shao Xiaoli said: "Stay alive..."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How much time have you sold?"
Shao Xiaoli recalled: "The price of everyone's time is different. Mine is already very valuable, but even so, I still sold it for nearly thirty years..."
"Thirty years?" Ning Changjiu asked: "But if he didn't help you, you might have died, and then you wouldn't have had the next hundred years in your original life. What did he buy? ?”
Shao Xiaoli explained in a low voice: "I also asked him this question, and he told me... As long as I still have the possibility of living, my time will be valuable! And he is to help me find that possibility."
"Sounds like a liar." Ning Jiujiu said.
Shao Xiaoli nodded and said: "I thought so at first, but now that I think about it, when I first returned to the city, something happened in the art building. Some people were possessed and killed people randomly. I saved Su Yanshu and became friends with her. I made a good friend. I originally thought that this was the chance given to me by fate to survive. Unexpectedly, I met the boss later... "
Ning Jiujiu caught one word from her words, destiny.
Destiny is an infinite possibility from birth to death. An old Taoist who attained enlightenment once said that a day is divided into twelve hours, and babies born in the same year, on the same day, and between the same hour stages, Their fates are similar.
The region they live in, Feng Shui and many other factors can build a more complete numerology model to predict their destiny.
The models used by the people today are all simplified versions. The true numerology model can only be calculated by those who are above the five paths and have the power of celestial calculations. Everything involved in the model is extremely complicated, and they The results obtained are often incredibly accurate.
This is what the second senior brother told me back then.
He has no interest in numerology.
He doesn't believe in fate, but he is also afraid. What if fate is really true
Everything has its own destiny, how desperate it would be...
Ning Jiujiu roughly understood that the monster living in the snow valley might have some authority over destiny.
As for how he changed Shao Xiaoli's fate, Ning Jiujiu had several rough guesses. He might have directly changed the outcome of fate to Shao Xiaoli's death three years later, and the remaining "cause" would be filled by fate itself. Maybe he found a glimmer of hope in Shao Xiaoli's fate, and then pulled out these small-probability things that were originally hidden in the cracks of fate, embedded them one by one on the right track, and connected them into the vitality of the main destiny.
But what does a god who controls destiny do to buy time
Seeing that he remained silent, Shao Xiaoli thought that he didn't believe him, so he quickly said: "Boss, I really didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, I will die for you in three years..."
"...No need, I believe you." Ning looked into her eyes for a long time and sighed: "What else did he say to you?"
"He also said... Ah!" Shao Xiaoli suddenly screamed. She buried her head in the quilt, shook it vigorously, and said with difficulty: "There seems to be... ice slag in her head."
Ning Jiujiu quickly stretched out his hand and touched her forehead, causing her extremely chaotic consciousness to disappear and return to order.
Shao Xiaoli's brows twitched twice, then his body tilted and fell towards his chest.
With a snap, she lay on her back, and the quilt spread out, covering her snow-white body.
Ning Jiujiu tucked the lower edge of her quilt and wrapped her cold little feet. Ning Jiujiu's fingers pressed through the quilt and pressed the center of her back, introducing a trace of pure spiritual energy to warm her internal organs and lungs. Preventing the remaining coldness from continuing to erode.
The Golden Crow flew out again and landed on his shoulder. He touched the Golden Crow's wings, which were cold and cold.
Ning sighed for a long time, neatly folded her clothes scattered on the floor and placed them at the head of the bed, then moved a chair to sit beside the bed and stayed overnight.
He looked at the boundless night, wondering what secrets were hidden in this city and the wilderness outside.
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In the early morning, Shao Xiaoli woke up as usual. She rubbed her eyes and couldn't remember when she fell asleep, but her head hurt a little.
She turned her head and realized that she was lying on her stomach. Then, she found Ning Changjiu, dressed in white, sitting beside the bed and falling asleep.
"Boss..." Shao Xiaoli whispered, then regretted a little.
Fortunately, Ning didn't seem to wake up for a long time.
She quickly swallowed and got into the quilt, checked her body, then lifted up a piece of quilt, secretly touched the bedside with her little hands, and grabbed the clothes into the quilt one by one. It was very difficult. The ground was worn.
Ning Jiujiu, who was asleep, felt that he could not understand the little girl's character more and more.
"Boss, boss." Shao Xiaoli shouted two more words after getting dressed.
Ning Jiujiu pretended to wake up leisurely, glanced at her and said, "Are you awake?"
Shao Xiaoli was wearing loose clothes and trousers, his hair was messy, and Su Su's face was a little childish.
"Boss, why are you sleeping here?" Shao Xiaoli asked.
Ning Jiujiu also asked: "You don't remember what happened last night?"
"Last night?!" Shao Xiaoli was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise on his face, and then his face turned red. She clasped her fingers tightly, bent her arms in front of her, and twisted her slender waist slightly, and said with embarrassment: " Last night... what happened last night? Did we... "
She held the quilt, raised her head carefully, and placed her gaze on Ning Changjiu's beautiful profile, her mind filled with random thoughts.
It seems that he doesn't remember... Ning Jiujiu thought silently, is this a secret that cannot be revealed? If he hadn't forced him to sleep last night, Shao Xiaoli might have gone insane, gone crazy and died.
Obviously, Shao Xiaoli didn't realize that she had walked away from the gate of hell. She just blinked and looked at Ning Changjiu. The hand she held in front of her was pressed on her heart and twisted slightly. Her slender calves were pressed under her, showing A horoscope, trying hard to make oneself look powerful.
Ning Jiujiu turned around and glanced at her lightly, feeling a bit like a little duck.
Shao Xiaoli looked at his eyes and wondered why the boss was so cold. Could it be that... She remembered some knowledge that sister Su Yanshu told her, and her heart beat faster.
Ning Jiujiu stood up silently, turned and left.
Shao Xiaoli saw that the boss was so cold, and he immediately realized that he had thought wrong. How could the boss be so upright and upright, how could he touch himself... It must be...
"Boss, last night, I...did I take the initiative to seduce you?" Shao Xiaoli asked tentatively, and then said to himself: "I am seventeen years old this year, and there were many people who liked me in the past. Come and give me to my mother." Proposing marriage, but I have always kept my integrity... Now that I see you, I... "
"Shut up! Go cook." Ning Jiujiu stopped.
"Oh." Shao Xiaoli interrupted his words and responded in a low voice.
After breakfast, Shao Xiaoli suddenly remembered the matter of leaving the wilderness. She clapped her fingers and thought that if she had not made a mistake, it would be today! Alas... what time is it coming
Ning looked at her confused expression for a long time, as if he knew what she was thinking, and said, "Wushi."
"Oh..." Shao Xiaoli responded and said anxiously: "If we go out like this, our secrets won't be exposed, right?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."
Shao Xiaoli was stunned for a moment, and then he felt secretly happy, knowing that what he meant was that he was following him outside.
When he thought that his arrogant boss at home would be obedient to him outside, Shao Xiaoli was full of expectations for this battle to open up the wilderness.
On this day, Ning Jiujiu met the king of Duanjie City for the first time.
It was in the square in the center of the royal family, and the people in the row were not standing neatly.
They either wore armor or robes, and carried weapons. Behind them were a semi-spiritual beings. Those were the spirits after the contract was established. Ning Jiujiu also followed behind Shao Xiaoli, looking straight away and looking cold. It also looks like a lucid being without emotions.
Soon after, the king walked out of the deep palace.
In Duanjie City, the king and the prime minister never have their own names. What gives them power are these two code names passed down from generation to generation. Therefore, the descendants of the king never have fixed surnames. They are all written on the stone tablets by the children themselves. Select on.
Shao Xiaoli's Shao character was written by her with her own hands.
Ning looked at the king on the stone steps for a long time.
He was wearing an imperial yellow-black robe with a strange-looking dragon and python embroidered on it. On his head was an ancient crown with beads strung down like a curtain.
His dragon robe was very close to the one worn by the headless statue engraved on the stone wall at the end of Shiyuan Tunnel.
The king's appearance was plain, but when he walked out slowly, he gave people a majestic and powerful feeling.
That's not what Ning Chang thought about.
He thought of the evil ghost last night.
The dragon robe on that fierce ghost also looks like this.
There was a chill in his heart.
Could it be that the monster in the deepest part of the ghost prison is the king of the previous generation? That king had no idea what he had gone through, and he was polluted into this state. He became an ugly and evil ghost, and was imprisoned deep underground until he died.
The king stood on the metal platform, made an impassioned speech, and then personally handed a small bronze sword to everyone.
This small bronze sword can absorb the blood of monsters, and every time it absorbs one, the color of the sword will become darker. This is also a way to judge who kills the most monsters.
After the bronze swords were issued, the minister gave everyone a blessing to protect them on their journey.
All this is going on in an orderly manner.
Because Shao Xiaoli left in a hurry and didn't have time to put on makeup or comb his hair, he used his fingers as a comb from time to time and stroked his hair from top to bottom.
Wilderness battles are carried out many times a year, and most of them are not to go deep into new lands, but to cultivate wasteland on existing lands and grow pitifully little food.
The huge daily temperature difference between day and night here makes it difficult for many plants to survive. Therefore, exploring unknown roads and providing food for the whole city are the most important things in Duanjie City.
After everything was done, Shao Xiaoli and Ning Changjiu walked out of the city.
There are only about thirty people in Xingyuan in total. They cannot be organized like an army because everyone's spirits are different in size and strange. Some are giant toads carrying girls on their backs, and some are piranha-like creatures with several large mouths that cannot be closed. , the vines were dancing wildly, and there were also people who were split in half, but were still disabled and strong in spirit, holding a long knife in their hands...
Shao Xiaoli glanced around slowly, pretending to look at it casually, and still felt that his eldest son was the most beautiful.
"Shao Xiaoli." Suddenly someone called her name.
Shao Xiaoli turned around and found a strange man. She said coldly: "What's the matter?"
Behind the man was an eye shrouded in black mist, and the blinking frequency of that eye matched the man's perfectly.
"Is this your spirit?" The name looked at the boy next to her with a playful smile.
"Huh?" Shao Xiaoli looked at him coldly and said, "Any comments?"
The man looked at the girl's cold face and said with a smile: "I think you didn't find a spirit, but rather a pretty boy."
The other people who heard this also laughed softly.
Shao Xiaoli not only ignored them, but was secretly happy in his heart.
Most of these masters of the royal family have experienced many battles to open up the wilderness. They do not regard the monsters outside the city as formidable opponents. Every trip seems to be just an experience to hone their swordsmanship, so they have different skills along the way. There was communication and joking with each other.
Outside the gate from the royal city to the outer city, there was a specially built spacious street. The common people, most of whom looked haggard, stood on both sides of the road, watching them from a distance as they walked out of the city, shouts rang out one after another.
Shao Xiaoli felt their gazes, and the shadow of self-confidence that had accumulated in her heart for a long time gradually dissipated. She slowed down her steps and leaned against Ning Changjiu.
Ning Jiujiu didn't understand Feng Qing at all, so he slowed down and kept a distance from her.
Under the high city wall, the gate has been opened. This majestic city is like a beast cage. Hundreds of years ago, the beasts were outside and humans were locked in the cage. But now they are the real beasts that can roar in the mountains and forests. Expand the territory outward little by little until you encounter a brand new continent, and lead everyone out of this barren city.
Outside the royal city is a vast expanse of barren valleys and deep mountains, all of which are a very deep iron-green color. The jagged rocks are intertwined and sharply curved, pointing straight to the sky, with the faint silhouette of strange birds circling among them.
A man-made road was buried among knee-deep weeds, leading into the distance. Along this road, there were several forts far away. There is a beacon tower.
"Is this outside the city?" The Spirit of the Sword Scripture looked through Ning Changjiu's eyes at the rows of dangerous peaks and giant cliffs like swords. Those mountains are all extremely high. Each one of them can be called a famous mountain when placed outside. , just looking around, the whole world is desolate, and there is no sign of life.
Ning Jiujiu said: "This place is a little weird."
The spirit of the Sword Scripture asked: "What's weird?"
In the broken sword, Lord Xueyu shouted: "I have seen many famous mountains and rivers. Let me out and let me identify them."
Ning Jiujiu did not make any unnecessary moves, and just said from his heart: "Help me remember the lines on the fractures of the cliff rocks."
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture didn't know what he was thinking, so he just responded.
After the entire team came to the open world outside, they spread out to both sides like birds with open wings.
Although the outside of the city looked dead and desolate, it was mostly peaceful. After walking for a long time, there was no trace of the existence of monsters.
But this kind of peace was just an illusion after all. Soon after, this bubble was blatantly burst.
When she reached a certain cliff, Shao Xiaoli slowed down. She stared at the cliff with goosebumps all over her body.
On the cliff in between, there are densely packed a lot of creatures seen in the ghost prison. They are like mutated humans, with tails and four claws that seem to have great adsorption power, sticking motionless to the On the high cliff, there are like a nest of geckos.
Even though Shao Xiaoli had gone out of the city with the team, even though she had killed many monsters with her own hands, it still made people feel numb every time they saw this scene.
"Ning Changjiu." Shao Xiaoli turned back coldly, shouted confidently, and called him by his name.
Ning Jiujiu frowned, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable, but still responded calmly.
More than thirty practitioners armed with swords, headed by Wei Yuan, suddenly exploded like fireworks, turning into streams of shadows and shooting towards the monsters who were waiting for an opportunity, and there was a clear and crisp sound of bones breaking. The sound is like a sickle cutting through straw.
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Outside the palace, everyone has dispersed.
The king returned to the deep palace.
There are many palace lanterns in the palace, but now, these lamps are not lit, so the palace looks particularly cold.
This royal palace was built against a towering mountain, and the mountain looked like a wave, as if it was about to overwhelm the royal palace at any time.
The king walked calmly towards the depths, and his throne was at the deepest point.
The throne is not like the outside world, which is gilded with silver, inlaid with jade, and extremely luxurious. The throne was carved from a single piece of black jade. It was a bit long and looked more like a warm and calm jade couch.
It's not that the king doesn't like luxury, but because the real owner of this chair doesn't like it.
Siming sat on the throne, her dark skirt softly covering her extremely beautiful body, her silver-white hair flowing down the curves of her body, her whole body seemed to blend with this ink jade Isshiki.
The most arrogant king in Broken Boundary City actually knelt down in front of her.
"You actually don't have to kneel to me." Siming opened his eyes slightly and said softly.
The king said piously: "Master Si Ming is a god descending from heaven, and for the sake of the future of Duanjie City, you must kneel down."
Siming Yinghua Petal's lips pursed slightly. She leaned back on the chair, supporting her cheek with one hand, and her loose sleeves hung down, revealing a flawless white arm.
She smiled indifferently and said softly: "Don't worry, as long as you listen to me carefully, you won't become a demon like the last monarch."
The king thought of the extremely ugly monster deep in the ghost prison, and knelt down even more piously.
Si Minghao raised her wrist lightly, and her fingers were like petals floating on the water. She said, "If you still have doubts in your heart, you can ask me at any time."
The king followed her gesture and stood up, saying: "No doubt."
Siming chuckled, narrowed his beautiful eyes, and said, "Do you have no doubts or do you dare not have any doubts?"
The king bowed a little and said: "I only hope that my people can leave this city one day."
Siming's voice was faint as he said, "Do you know that actually it is not this city that we are leaving."
The king raised his head and said, "I don't know. I hope Lord Siming will tell me the secret."
Si Ming looked at the dark roof of the palace, and seemed to be able to see the night sky beyond the roof. She continued to ask: "Do you know why we can't see the stars in the sky?"
The sun, moon and stars only exist in books and have never been seen by anyone in the city.
"I don't know." The king waited for the answer.
Siming said slowly: "Because they have been far away from you long ago... You are orphans abandoned by time. No matter how long you watch here, you will never be able to find the source of everything."
"The goddess... abandoned us?" the king trembled.
Siming smiled lightly, with a slight mockery in her soft words: "The goddess has left long ago, and I am your new god. I will break the curse of this city and lead everyone out. See the legendary sun, moon and stars.”
"Lord Siming, what do you want?" The king didn't know what could satisfy her in this barren city.
Originally, Si Ming was an ancient position in the royal city, like a witch, responsible for divination and predicting bad luck. However, a few years ago, the previous Lord Si Ming suddenly died, and then this incredibly beautiful woman came to the city. , directly took over Siming's position and lived in seclusion in the palace ever since.
The king was the most powerful man in the city, but he was easily defeated by Si Ming.
After repeating this failure many times, he finally surrendered as an emperor.
It's just that even now, he doesn't dare to face this woman directly. Every time he sees such a beautiful face, a fire will be ignited in his heart, and he will imagine what if this is not a high-level god, but an ordinary royal family. How nice a woman would be, then he could bring her into his room and play with her as he pleases...
This kind of thought is evil fire, and she can't hide it under Siming's eyes at all, but she doesn't care, her eyes are quietly watching the charming and imaginary scene in the evil fire, and the corners of her mouth always have a light and soft smile. smile.
She had never thought about having sex, which meant nothing to her, because the true Son of God must be flawless.
The life in mythology is always incomparably perfect, just like oneself.
She looked at the prostrate king and said her answer: "I want to return to my kingdom of God."