Sheriff, give me a smile~

Wu Zetian sneered and said: "Mr. Xie, just rest assured, I haven't done things to the point of ignoring them. I can't get out from inside, but I can't get in from outside."

Di Renjie hesitated and said, "Your Majesty asked someone to open the passage outside?"

"Well," Wu Zetian nodded, "If my expectations are correct, my old minister and your little secret agent should be waiting for us at the exit."

Too many things have happened since entering the Primordial Demon Formation, one after another impacted Di Renjie's mind a little confused, he almost forgot about Yuan Fang, now he heard Wu Zetian talking about it, and then remembered: "How is Yuan Fang?"

"Although he was seriously injured, he was not fatal."

As soon as Wu Zetian finished speaking, a light blue circle of light suddenly appeared on the wall, faintly visible.

Wu Zetian stretched out his hand and pointed: "Here we come."

Wu Zetian glanced at the remaining four people. Di Renjie must go out with him; Zhang Liang really can't die, but it's troublesome to keep him;

Li Bai was still unconscious, still looking like a fox demon in purple.

He has the power of the ancient magic circle in his body, it's good that he didn't wake up first, but once he wakes up, he doesn't know what troubles will arise.

Wu Zetian's eyes darkened, why not just leave him here and let him perish together with this space.

Seeing what Wu Zetian was thinking, Di Renjie said: "I implore Your Majesty not to keep Li Bai here."

Wu Zetian looked up at him: "Di Qing, do you know what you are talking about?"

Di Renjie let out a long sigh: "I know."

"You should be aware of Li Bai's current situation and the danger he may bring to the outside world if he goes out. Di Qing, you are not a calm person."

Di Renjie looked down at Li Bai. The face of that person had been engraved in his heart hundreds of years ago.

Just one Li Bai! If there is one less Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty, there will be tens of thousands of Zhang Bai, Zhao Bai, and Sun Bai!

Wu Zetian was about to train him, but was stunned the moment she saw Di Renjie's eyes.

His eyes were like the surface of the sea calmed down after a storm, deep and sad.But his whole body is not like the sea at this moment, but like a piece of paper, which is light and fluffy, and will be broken if it is torn.

She vaguely felt that the Di Renjie in front of her was different from the conscientious and loyal magistrate before, but she couldn't tell what was the difference.

"It's just the power of the magic circle, what are you doing?" Xie Jiuchen who was on the side suddenly smiled, which made the two startled.

"In this world, there is no power that a summoner can't absorb." Xie Jiuchen walked over and squatted down: "I will absorb the power of the magic circle on Li Bai's body for him."

"Are you sure you can do it?" Wu Zetian frowned.

"Sure and sure."

Xie Jiuchen took out the white jade flute from his sleeve. The flute was already cracked several times and stained with blood, as if it would be broken if he exerted force.He patted the jade flute lightly, and sighed: "Thank you for your hard work, old man."

He placed the flute horizontally on Li Bai's body, and he did not know what kind of secret technique was used. Suddenly, black air emitted from Li Bai's body, and white light suddenly emitted from the flute, which swallowed up the black air bit by bit.

Xie Jiuchen took a long breath and took back the flute. Li Bai also instantly recovered his appearance as Qinglian Sword Immortal: "Sure enough, it looks much more pleasing to the eye like this."

"Is...is he alright?" Di Renjie was faintly excited.

"Ah."

The space shook violently, and the feeling of suffocation approached a little bit. Everyone knew that time was running out and it was time to leave.

"Emperor Wu, promise me three things." Xie Jiuchen said suddenly.

Wu Zetian laughed and said, "Why?"

"I can help you wash away Zhang Liang's memory."

Wu Zetian thought for a while, if Zhang Liang lost his memory, he would indeed be less of a threat to her. Although such Zhang Liang might cause trouble to Liu Bang, it was better than directly giving him a corpse.

"You said."

"First thing, don't embarrass Di Renjie."

Di Renjie was slightly surprised, but Wu Zetian frowned: "Di Qing is my important minister, as long as he doesn't deceive the emperor, I will naturally not make things difficult for him."

"Second, don't embarrass Li Bai."

Wu Zetian snorted coldly: "I agree with you."

"The third thing." Xie Jiuchen paused: "Demolition of the Zhaixing Building."

"Demolition of the Zhaixing Building?" Even Wu Zetian was surprised at this time.

"Well," Xie Jiuchen was in a trance for a moment: "Demolish it, Datang...there will be no more Zhaixing Tower."

"Okay, I promise you."

"Well, this space is about to run out, you guys go." Xie Jiuchen waved his hand wearily.

"What about you?" Di Renjie said.

"I... naturally have a place I want to go."

Wu Zetian knocked out Zhang Liang, Di Renjie put Li Bai on his back, and the four left the different space.

The blue light door disappeared, Xie Jiuchen sat cross-legged on the spot, staring blankly at the wall, the space shook violently, cracks opened along the base of the wall, and stones kept falling and hitting him, but he didn't seem to Feel.

Summoners can indeed absorb all power, but not all power can be withstood. A hundred-year-old magic formation can shake gods at the top and kill demons at the bottom. Even gods will peel off a layer of skin after receiving this force, let alone Xie Jiuchen?

He suffered a lot of injuries today and bled a lot. He didn't feel much at first, but now he suddenly felt pain.Every inch of meridian, every bone, every strand of beard and hair, every piece of flesh and blood hurt him so much that he almost cried out.

He couldn't remember the last time he cried, 100 years ago, or 200 years ago, why?It seems to be... a man named Di Renjie.

Xie Jiuchen smiled, but tears rolled down his face.

All of a sudden, his hair turned white from the roots to the end; his face began to dry and wrinkle, his lips began to crack and turn white, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes; The color became rough and limp; the muscles in his legs began to loosen—he was quite an old man dying.

For a moment, his strength seemed to be drained. He lost the strength to sit still, and could only fall down with the inertia of the shaking space.

The tattered white jade flute fell from his hand and rolled to the side. He couldn't stand up, so he could only lie on the ground, using both hands and feet, and crawled over bit by bit, trying to reach the flute.

He gasped and coughed, and moved with difficulty.

He thought of many things: Kanzong hundreds of years ago, a cold-eyed onmyoji, sitting at the table and writing, his strokes were square and vigorous, the sunlight outside the window was just right, and the onmyoji was graceful; the fox boy in purple He stumbled into the hospital where he was, and said to himself, doctor, help, the man on my back is about to die; the woman with superb swordsmanship lowered her eyes and said to herself, can you help me realize this long-cherished wish; The Zhaixing Building is famous all over the world, and literati and poets come here admiringly; white-clothed sword immortals rush to the seventh floor, laughing and carving poems on the beams; finally, on the high tower, the magistrate looks down at the Chang'an City he governs, From an angle that the magistrate couldn't see, the man in the green shirt looked at him quietly. In the man's eyebrows and eyes, there was a romantic relationship that had been buried for a lifetime.

Everything has a cause and effect. If you plant a cause, you will inevitably reap the fruit. Is this my fruit?he thinks.

With trembling hands, he groped for the white jade flute, and stroked it gently back and forth.

He used to want to die so much before, but now that he could die, he suddenly didn't want to die.He knew that when he died, no one would care about him, no one would think of him, no one would remember him, not even the person he kept in his heart, but he just... wanted to keep this life, A little longer, a little longer, you can see that person for a while, and you can think about that person for a while.

Feelings are something that can’t be controlled. It’s not about right or wrong, only love or not. If you love, you love, and if he doesn’t love you, you still love.

He knew that this was called cheap, cheap to the bone.

He hugged the tattered flute tightly, and suddenly burst into tears. He was so old that he couldn't speak, and the crying was ugly. He curled up in the corner and shivered, like an annoying old child.

Di Huaiying, I'm afraid.