The tyrant has a white moonlight

Tujin's still keen senses suddenly heard a soft sound, as if something was broken.

He resisted the piercing pain that came from the wound from time to time, and raised his head towards Lu Chao and Ji Xiao who were almost stuck together.

At this time, Ji Xiao's limbs hung down limply, and he no longer moved.

There is no need to test Ji Xiao's breath, Tu Jin has already smelled it - Ji Xiao is already dead.

As soon as Lu Chao's hand was loosened, Ji Xiao's body slid vertically from the wall, and lay quietly beside the porcelain bowl that was turned upside down on the ground. There was still a faint smell of ginger tea mixed with earth in the air.

He died without even a trace of blood, so clean.

Tu Jin didn't have the energy to laugh any more, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were still wet. He stared at the bloodshot eyes, and stared at Lu Chao standing upright in front of the corpse without blinking.

He very much hoped to see emotions such as sadness, pain and collapse from this person, but the person just stood there for a moment.

Then turn around and leave.

Lu Chao walked too fast, almost as if he was running away. Before Tu Jin had time to tell the truth, he was already out of sight.Blood lines suddenly overflowed from the seven orifices of the tea brocade, and he gritted his teeth, as if using the greatest strength in his life: "Lu Chao!"

he yelled.

But there was silence in the dark cell, apart from him, there was only one dead body left.

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After half a column of incense.

A man appeared out of nowhere in the dark prison, he was dressed in a dark red robe, not stained with dust.He didn't even look at the tea brocade hanging on the wall, he squatted down and went to pick out the life stone hanging next to Ji Xiao's body.

Seeing that the life stone only opened a crack, but not completely shattered, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he stroked Fu Jixiao's forehead, filled him with some true energy, then knelt beside him and waited.

Time passed by minute by minute, but Ji Xiao on the ground did not wake up for a long time.

The man got a little anxious, and reached out to pat Ji Xiao's face: "Ji Xiao, wake up."

The moment that trace of true energy poured into his body, Ji Xiao had already regained consciousness, but his body was too tired and painful, and he couldn't open his eyes.

Hearing Yingzhuo's voice, he reluctantly lifted his thick eyelids.

Seeing that he finally woke up, Yinghuo finally looked better: "Follow me."

Ji Xiao's eyeballs didn't move at all, as if he was in a daze.

"What are you still doing?" Yinghuo was in a hurry, and rarely shouted at him, "Are you still planning to stay here and suffer?"

Ji Xiao finally moved her eyeballs and gave him a look, but fortunately the two of them had a tacit understanding, and Yinghuo finally understood the meaning in his eyes - no strength to move, carry me.

"I really owe you in my previous life," Yinghuo sighed, then remembered that she didn't have a previous life, so she went back and said, "I really owe you."

Then he leaned over and carried Ji Xiao on his back, and sighed again and again in a twists and turns: "Little ancestor, you have to hurry up."

Although Tu Jin who was still hanging on the wall was half-conscious, he also saw that the person in front of him appeared out of thin air, and he could bring Ji Xiao back to life, so he should be more or less a fairy.

As if grasping at a straw, he desperately shouted: "Help me, and take me away too—Ji Xiao, Ji Xiao!"

"I ended up like this because of you," he cried tearfully, with tears running down his face, "I've been trapped for a hundred years. If it was a mortal, my whole life would have passed like this. You can't leave me alone." ..."

Yinghuo turned her head and glanced at Ji Xiao, the man's face was calm and unwavering, he didn't refuse, and of course he didn't agree.

Then he raised his finger and lightly tapped the back of Yingzhuo's neck, which meant—you decide.

Yinghuo naturally didn't want to care about this fox demon that had nothing to do with her, so she ignored Tu Jin who was crying loudly, and with a light squeeze of the formula, she disappeared instantly with Ji Xiao.

"It's not that I don't want to take him with me, it's just that he's been seriously injured, and he can't hold back his evil spirit at all," Yinghuo explained while hiding her figure and flying on the flowing clouds with Ji Xiao on her back, "Then With a demonic aura, it is impossible to pass the restriction at the gate of the palace, in fact, if you have to pass it, it is not impossible..."

He still finds it troublesome, and he doesn't want to stay too long in the dark prison, and Ji Xiao doesn't have a strong will to take that demon away.

Ji Xiao's limp body fell on his shoulders, without answering.Yinghuo glanced back, only to realize that he had fallen asleep at some point.

Ji Xiao fell into an extremely real and familiar dream, and the people and things in the dream were as clear as if he had experienced it himself.

From the moment he fell asleep, his heart, which was as cold as a stone, suddenly began to linger with an inexplicable and lingering sadness.

He saw that he had bought this sword from a black-hearted peddler for less than a tael of silver. The sword was covered with dark rust and gray dust, and it looked ordinary.

Even Ji Xiao didn't know why he spent money to buy it.

With the mood of buying everything, he derusted the sword, wiped the blade, and spent a lot of money to inlay a bright red gemstone like pigeon blood on the hilt.

And this sword did not disappoint him, after it had been cleaned of rust and finely polished, it could cut off the head of a high-ranking monster without Ji Xiao's zhenqi blessing.

The screen suddenly changed.

That sword suddenly had divine consciousness one day, and when the still immature child's voice sounded in Ji Xiao's mind, he stood there stunned for a long time.

"Ji Xiao." It called again.

Ji Xiao asked in a daze, "Who are you?"

It happily replied: "I am your sword."

Ji Xiao was not surprised for too long, he accepted it very quickly, the sword has always been perfectly matched with him, and he once suspected that the sword might be alive, otherwise it would not be so convincing.

He looked at the sword inscription on the sword, which was engraved in small seal script, with only two characters - Qiu Lai.

Not domineering at all.

"Child," Ji Xiao rolled his eyes and said with a chuckle, "From now on, you can call me Alai."

He saw that every year on the day when Ah Lai was able to speak for the first time, he would secretly go to the kitchen to order a bowl of tasteless longevity noodles.

Even though he often speaks bluntly, saying that he just regards Alai as a sword in his hand, that's all.

But occasionally he can't help but wonder what Alai would look like if he could transform into form.Ji Xiao thinks that it will probably be a handsome and lovely face, not to say how glamorous it is, but it must not be too bad, so it matches his clear and clear youthful voice.

But after all, he didn't wait for Alai to transform into a human being. This sword has always been a childish character, addicted to having fun and tired of practicing.

When Ji Xiao was about to transform into a fairy, it was still a sword that didn't even have a body.

After all, Ji Xiao couldn't rest assured, deliberately slowed down the speed of her practice, and stayed with Alai in the human world for another half a year.

On the day when it was finally time to leave, Alai was still pestering Ji Xiao, asking him to take him out for an outing.

"I'm going to release paper kites, and I want the biggest one!" Ah Lai finally added sourly, "Don't take Tujin with you! If he goes, I won't go."

Ji Xiao was silent, looking at him with heavy eyes: "Ah Lai."

Alai was stunned, and immediately stopped the unreasonable coquettish talk, it rarely saw Ji Xiao be so serious to him: "What's wrong?"

"I have to go." Ji Xiao whispered.

"Where are you going? Can't I go with you?" Alai obviously panicked, "I'll be good. I'll listen to everything you say from now on..."

Ji Xiao sighed softly, touching the blade of Alai's sword with porcelain white fingertips, feeling cold to the touch: "I can't take you there."

He paused, and said again: "I'm going to become a fairy."

Alai was about to cry, and begged capriciously: "I will never target Tujin again, don't play anymore, can you stop becoming a fairy?"

"No." Ji Xiao answered decisively.

He practiced not to punish evil and promote good, nor to slay demons and demons, and he didn't even have any desire for immortality.He has always been indifferent to everything in this world, there is no place in the world that he has not gone to, and he wants to see the heavens.

Look at the place that almost everyone yearns for, what a scene it is.

Furthermore, he was an orphan from birth, without father and mother, and was adopted by a wandering cultivator who traveled all over the world, but now, the casual cultivator who had been kind to him in nurturing him had already been boiled to death by him.

Apart from Alai, he has nothing else to worry about in the world.

And this kind of concern, which is neither light nor heavy, obviously can't tie him down. He has always had no hesitation in what he wants to get.

Ji Xiao's two short words were like a basin of cold water, pouring A Lai's body so cold.

It knows that it can't keep Ji Xiao, but it still has some willful expectations.But it can't even transform into form so far, so what can it do to keep Ji Xiao?Just relying on a few empty words to beg?That's too selfish.

Although he knew it in his heart, he still felt aggrieved, unwilling to let Ji Xiao abandon him like this.

So it had a unilateral cold war with Ji Xiao for a day, and Ji Xiao was a stickler, so this cold war quickly developed into a two-way war, one person and one sword, and no one would respond to the other.

Until three days later, Ji Xiao successfully survived the last thunder disaster.

He is really going to leave... Alai thought in great disappointment, until the last thunder struck, Alai realized that it was really the most despicable and shameless sword.

It even secretly hoped that Ji Xiao would not be able to survive this thunder calamity, and that it would be better if he was chopped into half-mutilated pieces, and it would be better not to go anywhere in the future, but to stay by his side.

It's disgusting, it hates such a dirty self.

Fortunately, the way of heaven did not go as it wished.

Ji Xiao walked slowly towards the sword standing in the courtyard, his scorched and torn robe reflected on the clean sword, but he was still so good-looking, his eyes that were usually as cold as frost seemed to be shining , looking at Alai almost tenderly.

"If I really can't take you away," Ji Xiao said slowly, "I will come back to see you next year... when the pear blossoms in the courtyard first bloom."

But he broke his promise.

He knew that the paranoid sword would always be waiting for him, and he knew that it had nothing but himself in the world...

But in the end, between Alai and Tiandao, he chose the latter. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to forget his past and become his icy heavenly man from now on.