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It has been seven years since Zejia began to retreat.

There are fewer and fewer spiritual power fragments. The last time the necromancer and the demon returned without success.

The swordsmen sent by King Cyril were nowhere to be found.

If there is no more fragments this month, Zega is ready to leave this world.

Maybe after he left, Cyril would find his beloved queen.

I don't know who will appear in the little witch's crystal ball at that time.

Thinking of Zejia's heart ached again.

Zejia's eyes were indifferent, but his heart hurt.

Outside the house in the back mountain.

Lucia stood on tiptoe and looked into the house.

There is a faint white light coming out of it, sometimes weak and sometimes strong, and it is said that there is someone who loves King Cyril.

For him, King Cyril spent a lot of money and offered various rewards for everyone to help find the fragments of spiritual power.

Because of him, he is still not married.

It would be nice to be his lover for someone as good as King Cyril.

Lucia, she wants to see if His Excellency Zega is as good-looking as the legend says.

Before stepping into the courtyard, the dragon's flames blocked her first, and then a dozen swordsmen drew their swords at the same time.

Lucia stomped her feet: "How can you do this to a lady!"

No one cares whether she is cute or not, only the cold sword and the hot flame.

The people in the room haven't shown up for seven years, why are everyone so loyal?

Lucia was puzzled, she had been in the Silver Army Federation for four years and chased King Cyril for four years.

King Cyril's eyes were cold, and he was gentle only when he looked towards the back mountain.

On the other side, the necromancer and the demon were downcast.

They ran all over the continent, but never found a fragment of spiritual power.

They didn't pay attention to the gorgeously dressed Lucia, but squatted in front of the door and said softly, "Your Excellency Zega, I'm sorry."

After a long time, a pleasant voice came from inside.

"It's okay." Seeing that three quarters of the restriction had been lifted, Zejia might really want to leave.

Zejia covered his heart: "I want to write a letter to Cyril, and you will bring it to him later."

"No." Cyril suddenly appeared, with a look of panic that Lucia had never seen before.

Dear King Cyril, why is there such an expression.

Cyril seemed to know what Zega was going to say, and tried to calm his tone: "Why don't you take risks and leave the Silver Army Federation, or I will leave."

"We still have a chance to meet again." Zega said softly, "Don't let my farewell take too long, it will hurt."

After speaking, the door was opened from the inside.

The person who came out was wearing a simple white shirt, which was a little messy.

Zega touched his loose hair, which had grown to his waist with wavy flaxen hair.

Zejia covered his heart and walked up to Cyril: "It's time to say goodbye, marry a good wife, and forget about me."

There was cold sweat on his head, and he had to be held by Cyril to encourage him to support him.

Zejia gave Cyril a final look seriously, and said to the system: "You can go."

"and many more!"

This is not the sound of the system.

The panting little witch pulled another white-haired witch.

"This is my teacher! She has a way!"

The little witch tugged at the sleeve of the old witch, causing the old witch to almost fall down.

The old witch took out a bottle of black and gray potion from her sleeve: "King Cyril, if you drink this potion, maybe you can help Your Excellency Zega lift the restraint in his heart."

Forbidden to say these two words, let Zejia be stunned, how could there be these two words in the magical world.

The old witch whispered: "The crystal ball told me that King Cyril in his previous life knew oriental spells. As long as King Cyril is fused with the soul of his previous life, he will bring a part of his spiritual power, which is enough for Your Excellency Zega to practice."

In that way, the restriction on Zejia will be lifted, and he can have normal human emotions.

Seems like a solution.

Wait, Yun Yincheng from the previous life came over? !

Zega thought about what they did in the end at the same time as the system.

They tricked Yun Yincheng into the big world, and they ran away!

If Yun Yincheng merges with Cyril, God knows what will happen.

"No." Zejia covered his heart, "Your bottle of potion looks too strange, you can't let Cyril drink it."

The little witch said sadly: "Your Excellency Zejia, you have to trust us witches. We spent two years finding a solution and five years refining potions. It was very hard work!"

Zega was speechless.

He just believed it too much, so he didn't want Cyril to drink it, okay?

Cyril took the potion: "Just drink it?"

"Yes, there may be dangers. There is only a 90.00% chance of merging you with the Eastern soul." The old witch was rather strict, "Whether you drink or not is up to you."

Cyril didn't hesitate, but Zejia grabbed his shoulder firmly, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't drink."

Seeming that his reaction was too strange, Zejia let out a long sigh of relief: "Don't drink, there is a [-]% danger, and you can't do it either. Cyril is the king of the Silver Army Federation."

"What my teacher said is 90.00% is 90.00% nine!" The little witch jumped up and shouted.

The necromancer also said: "The probability is not low, you can drink it. I have tried a [-]% chance!"

The demon said coldly: "So you are dead." But the demon turned around and said to Zejia, "99 is fine, drink it quickly."

The evil dragon roared, signaling to drink.

The swordsmen's eyes were even more burning, wishing they could directly pour the potion into Cyril's mouth.

In this way, Lord Zega can be saved!

Cyril looked at Zejia tenderly, and said softly: "Don't say that only 50.00% will fail, even if it is [-]%, [-]%, I will drink it."

The system has covered its eyes, it's over.

The host wants to overturn.

Zejia gritted his teeth: "Don't, it's not worth it for me. Don't drink it, we will see you later, didn't you just let me go?"

What should he do when Yun Yincheng comes?

Zega's lips moved, looking very sad, everyone thought he didn't want Cyril to be in danger.

Lucia next to her was about to break her heart, what kind of relationship was she interrupting.

Lucia couldn't help but stepped forward: "Your Excellency Zega, let King Cyril drink the potion. Even if it fails, it is still a beautiful love."

Zejia looks weird, where is the promised rival?

Cyril restrained himself and tried not to kiss the corner of Cyril's mouth.

Drink the black-gray potion directly.

The sudden white light made the evil dragon couldn't help but look over.

Such a huge amount of energy made all the gods look sideways.

Zega: I want to die.

After 10 minutes passed, Cyril returned to normal, only a strand of silver appeared in the golden hair.

Make him look less decent.

Seeing Cyril's eyes with a faint sneer, Zejia knew he was done!

This is the devil who fused the two memories of Cyril and Yun Yincheng! !

Zejia looked confused, pretending not to understand anything: "Why did the holy light on your body turn white?"

Cyril sneered: "You don't know?"

Zejia was even more confused. Before he could react, he was directly brought into the room by Cyril.

First, mark Zejia's prohibition casually.

With his demigod's cultivation base, it's easy.

Zejia's chin was firmly pinched by Cyril: "You escaped here? Huh? Very good, you are married."

Cyril leaned forward and squeezed Zega's slender waist, making him suck in pain.

This voice made Cyril or Yun Yincheng's eyes turn red.

The buttons were roughly torn by Cyril.

The white shirt has more and more wrinkles.

Zega's skin was exposed to the air, and a layer of tiny goosebumps formed.

"Cyril, what are you talking about?" Zega tried to open his eyes wide, looking a little pitiful, "Have you become a devil?"

"Still pretending?" Cyril reached down with his hand, and pressed tightly against Zejia's white body, "I am not a devil, but a god. Today I will let you taste the grace of God."

Zejia's sobs were swallowed into his stomach, and Cyril first forcibly entered his spiritual consciousness and entangled him violently.

Then there is the ultimate pleasure and torture.

He was in pain, but also very happy.

The whole person was held in his arms and turned over and over for more than ten days.

There is no body of a cultivator in this life, and the red-stained back looks a little fragile.

This fragility made Cyril even more crazy.

He has been waiting for Zega for thousands of years in the big world.

With Zega's talent, he should have come to the big world long ago.

But it was too late to wait for him.

Yun Yincheng can no longer go to the small world, because the passage between the small world and the big world is blocked by a monk who has passed through the tribulation period. It used to be a two-way passage, but now it is a one-way road. He can only go to the big world and cannot return to the small world.

At that time, Yun Yincheng didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

He thought about Xu Ze and worked hard to practice, hoping that when Xu Ze came, he would already be the overlord.

But he waited for hundreds of years, thousands of years.

Until a monk from his small world told him.

Xu Ze had died a long time ago, and blocked the passage before he died.

People from the big world are not allowed to come down.

Yun Yincheng was stunned for a long time, he had already become a demigod and shed tears of god.

The puzzle of everything seemed to be solved.

Why didn't Xu Ze practice, why did Xu Ze let him go first.

Yun Yincheng looked at the vast sky, wondering why he practiced for thousands of years.

Until his soul enters this world.

Yun Yincheng felt that Cyril's soul was highly compatible with his soul, and they were one person.

Zega's mouth was moist, and Cyril fed him mouth to mouth.

When Zejia had just breathed out, Cyril dragged him to the bed again.

"Stop, my heart hurts." Zejia covered his heart, "Remove the restriction first."

The pain is of course fake. Cyril knew he was lying, and whispered: "Yes. Shuangxiu will teach you how to restrain it."

It was not for nothing that he had waited for Xu Ze in the Great World for thousands of years.

Zejia didn't dare to refute, and came out of the house after waiting a month.

The restriction was lifted, but the red marks on the neck made people look embarrassed.

Cyril tore off his high-necked shirt: "Don't block it, do you hear me?"

Zejia pretended not to understand why Cyril was so angry, and frowned: "You have lost your temper."

Cyril was stiff all over, and gritted his teeth, "You don't know why I became so bad-tempered? No matter how good-tempered a person is, he will be pissed off by you."

"Should I call you Zejia, or Xu Ze?!"

"I don't understand what you mean, Cyril, you were raised by me, shouldn't you listen to me?" Zega looked serious. If Cyril hadn't seen his cunning, maybe he really thought that Zejia didn't remember Things from my previous life.

Ke Zejia's swordsmanship is clearly Xiu's move.

What fragments of spiritual power are there, and a way to lift the restriction.

Zega don't remember?ghost letter!

"Then what do you want me to call you? Little father? Mother? I haven't called you enough in bed these days?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-10-0821:38:03~2020-10-0923:14:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of cute Shushu, did you laugh today; 7 bottles of Hanjiangxue; 1 bottle of Meng Ni and want to eat dragon fruit;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!