In the underworld transfer station.
A figure was twitching as if suffering from a disease.
The delicate body was writhing on the ground in pain.
Bang! !
The roll hit a hard, rough stone pillar, making a muffled sound, and then stopped.
Wu Ji tried hard to grab the edge of the dark gold Houtu mask with her ten fingers and pulled it outward, but she couldn't pull it open. Even though the face was torn out with blood marks, she was still powerless.
She had tried many, many times.
There seemed to be something hidden in this mask that was absorbing her soul.
Sometimes she could take off the mask, but when she woke up, the mask would be back on her face inexplicably.
And when this "sucking feeling" occurs, she can't take it off, even if she tries to tear it apart, she can't do it.
a long time…
Another long time…
She was completely exhausted, lying on the cold black ground covered in sweat. Her clothes were soaked, and part of them stuck to her snow-white skin, reflecting her graceful curves.
Wu Ji sat up. She was one level away from breaking through to the peak of the eleventh realm and breaking away from the mortal wheel of fate.
But she was not happy at all.
The mask is certainly one aspect;
On the other hand, there is marriage.
Wu Ji never imagined that after completing Yin Jun's mission, she would still need to get married.
Although the first-generation Yinjun made contributions to the family, her breakthrough time was delayed because she was busy with human affairs. Now her strength is not very high in the Wu family.
The marriage partner was chosen by the tribe, and it was a marriage with a fellow tribesman in order to ensure the purity of blood.
As for why they got married...
It's more about her face than the benefits.
She was beautiful, stunningly beautiful, there was no doubt about it.
The Wu family is different from the Su family. In the Su family, the Ice Emperor and the eldest princess compete for the right to appoint the emperor's master, and then compete for the position of the head of the family.
The Wu family is not so complicated.
However, before she stepped down from her position as the Hidden King, her mother, who was once the Empress of Dashang, and her biological father, who was always in favor of others, had already chosen a family partner for her.
That person is Wu Yizhi, the youngest son of the current patriarch.
When she was the hidden king, Wu Yizhi once "experienced" in the human world, and was punished by her for being too stupid and lecherous. As a result, when he returned to the clan, he proposed this marriage and wanted to take her as his second wife.
The most important thing is that the biological father and mother actually agreed.
Now we are already planning the wedding and sending invitations...
This is completely humiliating for Wu Ji.
But the tribe doesn't think so.
"You should really be grateful to be able to marry the clan leader, the young master."
"This is the greatest reward for her hard work."
"Would she be unwilling?"
"How is it possible? How is it possible? Does she want to destroy the purity of the family's bloodline? Or does she look down on the family patriarch? She is lucky to be married to the young master, even as a second wife."
"Wu Ji's parents have also worked very hard. They are really worried about their daughter's marriage. If she doesn't understand the painstaking efforts of her parents, she is really hopeless."
Yes.
If she does not attend the wedding happily, she will be unfaithful and unfilial, ignorant, ungrateful, and looking down on her family.
People's words are terrifying, and what's even more terrifying is that you don't know who is speaking, as if the whole world is whispering in your ear with so much malice.
At this moment, Wu Ji suddenly felt the burden that once weighed heavily on the emperor's younger brother...
Feeling the same now, she let out a sigh.
A few days later, she came to a high cliff.
At the end of the cliff is a tombstone.
Under the bright moonlight of late winter, the tombstone shows its pale color and the inscription engraved on it:
"The Tomb of Prince Shang Guchen".
Wu Ji took off the dark gold Houtu mask and hung it on her waist. She took out three sticks of incense and lit them. The incense curled up and scattered in the air.
All of this was her own choice, and it was also her own sin.
But what if she doesn't do it
Who is not bound by fate
Choice is a kind of happiness, but how many people can have it
Or, just follow this fate.
Or, just be that weirdo that people hate.
All those who have spoken evil words have never been kidnapped by the same evil words.
Aren't most people in the world like this
Under the cold moon,
Wu Jijing stood until the sandalwood was burned out and her fingers were burned, but she still didn't notice it.
She took out a wine jar and a wine flask.
Snapped.
The dust and mud from the wine jar were blown away, and she grabbed the edge of the jar and poured wine over the tombstone of the man who was perhaps the most unworthy man in her life.
The wine wetted the cliff and flowed along the uneven wrinkles of the rocks in the light and shadow.
It was blown open by the mountain wind and turned into a hanging curtain of broken beads, emitting an inaudible "ticking" sound far away.
Wu Ji grabbed the wine bottle and brought it to her lips.
When wine enters the heart of sorrow, it turns into tears.
"Do you still want to drink?" Laughter suddenly came from behind.
Wu Ji suddenly became alert, her whole body tensed like a female leopard, she rushed forward and then immediately turned back, already grabbing the handle of the skull knife in her hand.
But when she saw the person coming, she let go of the handle of the knife.
The person coming is Xia Ji.
Xia Ji came from afar: "I still have wine, do you have a story?"
Wu Ji showed a relaxed and sad expression, smiling self-deprecatingly, but at the same time she also lowered her guard.
The person in front of her will not take action against her.
If he takes action, she won't be able to defeat him, so there's no need to be vigilant.
Xia Ji walked up the cliff and said, "I didn't expect you would come here at this time this year."
Wu Ji said: "You have such a good relationship with your eldest brother, why do you still come to pay homage?"
Xia Ji did not laugh at her, because she felt guilty to suffer from past sins, but said: "What if I said I was here to wait for you?"
He had seen Wu Ji showing pain in the underworld a few years ago, and he also understood that there was something wrong with the Houtu mask. After the golden cicada escaped from its shell this time, he came here to try his luck in order to carry out his follow-up plan. If he could not meet Wu Ji , then he will think of another way.
But, it happened to happen.
Wu Ji said: "Does the majestic Black Emperor come to wait for a woman like me?"
Xia Ji said: "Yes."
Wu Ji fell silent.
Wu Ji smiled self-deprecatingly and asked self-deprecatingly: "Then, how does the Black Emperor plan to use me?"
Xia Ji glanced at her, took out two jars of fine wine, handed one to Wu Ji, and slapped the other away.
In fact, Wu Ji was not very good at drinking, but she was determined to open a jar and started drinking.
Xia Jidao: "You have been in the aristocratic family for a long time, and you treat yourself as a tool?"
Wu Ji asked back: "Isn't it?"
Xia Ji shook his head and said sincerely: "No, no one is a tool. Everyone should have the right to choose. Whether it is miserable or happy, at least there should be the opportunity to work hard to change, instead of being destined to be like this."
Wu Ji snorted lightly and continued drinking without arguing.
After drinking the whole jar, she tilted her head and got drunk, using her black hair as a pillow to rest her head with a face that would make a country beautiful.
Xia Ji sat next to her, took a blanket to cover her, and then sat drinking alone under the lonely moon and cold stars.
At unknown dawn, Wu Ji let out a cry, woke up, looked at the blanket and the man beside her, rubbed her brows and said, "You're still there..."
Xia Ji said gently: "Let's talk about it."
Wu Ji said: "You are really different from before. If I knew you could be so powerful at that time, I would definitely buy you sugar-coated haws of sugar every day and be a good sister."
Xia Ji smiled.
Wu Ji felt inexplicably relieved, and then she said slowly: "Two things. The first thing is that you seemed to have made a prophecy when you said there was something wrong with the mask. The Wu family didn't have good intentions in giving me this mask. The second thing is that I My family asked me to marry someone I dislike very much. Nothing else."
Xia Jidao: "I can help you solve it, but what happens after it is solved? It seems that you can't stay in the Wu family anymore."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Yes, but are you ready to stand on the opposite side of the family?"
"Xia Ji, you... don't lie to me?"
"I kid you not."
Wu Ji hesitated for a long time, then suddenly sighed and said: "If I die, you can burn me into ashes and bury me next to my brother. I'm sorry for him, but at least I can have the shame to go to Jiuquan to see him, and said Apologize."
"You won't die."
"What if..."
"I promise you."
"Thank you." Wu Ji breathed a sigh of relief.
If a person knows where he will be buried after death, he will feel at ease.
She lay on the blanket, her cheeks still flushed, looking up at the sky where the darkness had not passed away and the light had not yet arrived, and asked: "Then what can I do for you?"
Xia Ji then grabbed three things from his arms:
Jedi Order, Guihai Ancient Scroll, Imperial Order.
"How to use these things?"
Wu Ji's eyes suddenly widened: "You..."
However, the next moment she remembered the information that the master died in the robbery, and she suddenly understood.
Many years ago, the Master defeated the Ghost Emperor and these three things in Wangjiang Tower, but now they are in the hands of the Black Emperor. It is really unpredictable.
She felt a little regretful in her heart. After all, who wouldn't regret the fall of a saint like the Master
At the same time, she was even more shocked by Xia Ji's power.
"Wu Ji?"
"Um… "
She reacted, looked at Di Ling with complicated eyes, and then began to speak.
dawn…
Has arrived.
The gray mountain mist turned into burning golden flames, submerging the two figures talking in secret.
…
…
"Contain the flames."
"Use feathers for legs."
"How can you have such long legs? They are almost reaching the sky, okay?"
Deep in the land of calamity,
Xia Ji was pointing out how a little phoenix could stand upright.
Liuli controlled the flames, shortened her tail, and wrapped herself in a white-gold robe covering the cage and sweeping the floor. The bird's head looked around uneasily in the hood.
Xia Ji put on a mask and it really looked like a human being.
Liuli said anxiously: "Nervous."
Xia Ji smiled and said: "Don't you want to see the human world? I will take you to see it."
Liuli said: "Still nervous..."
Xia Ji said: "I think it's not you who should be nervous, okay?"
An abyss BOSS disguises himself as a human and runs among humans. Who should be nervous about this
Liuli: "What a strange feeling."
As he spoke, many phoenix feathers spread out in all directions from the white-gold robe like tentacles, and then collapsed.
Immediately, the short figure became even shorter, directly reaching Xia Ji's knees.
Liuli said: "How about this?"
Xia Ji said: "You will stand out if you are so short."
Liuli said: "But I can pretend to be a child."
Xia Jidao: "Wedding banquets of aristocratic families usually do not involve children."
Liuli controlled the feathers and once again pushed herself up to a height of 1.7 meters. It seemed to have some innate understanding of human behavior. Under Xia Ji's influence, it quickly became like a normal person and could walk He can run and jump, and he can jump up but not fall down.
Liuli said: "You humans can still take on two forms... It would be great if I could also take on another form."
It also remembers the north and south winds before.
After thinking for a while, it said: "When is the Wu family's wedding banquet you mentioned?"
Xia Jidao: "Three days later."