Old state

Walking out of that private house, the capital is always luxurious and prosperous, but the sky was clear just now, but now it is cloudy, very similar to that day.

Also like that day.

One day brought him back from hell, the other day he opened a new door.

Where does that door lead to?Even after these three or four years, he still can't say which way to go now, he has no choice, there is a guide in front, and a knife for death in the back, he is just a puppet, a target set up, It is a tool of some greedy people.

It is a pawn.

He is the puppet of this world, the pawn of the most terrifying person in the world, and the poorest person in the world.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

He put on a mask, which belonged to Guixu, and then slowly walked into the storm.

As for all of this, Yang Zigui, who was silent in his body, didn't know about it, nor did Ping Yi, who was in control of his body. They were still following the established script, playing the established roles in the script, and doing harmless things outside the script. little things.

Chi You took out two small pots from his body and gave one to Ping Yi.This is Qingman wine produced by the Jiuli tribe. It is packed in a special pot, and you can tell it just by looking at it.

He lifted the lid, and the very familiar smell passed through his nose: "Where did you get this wine?"

Chi You smiled wryly: "You disappeared without a trace all these years, but I bear God's will and never rest every day. I always have a sustenance."

He said it lightly, but why didn't Ping Yi know the key to it?What kind of will can he receive?It is nothing more than protecting this country that has been corrupted to the root.

But Jiuli... well, Jiuli.

Ping Yi didn't ask any more questions, just raised the small pot, raised her head and swallowed the wine full of greenness and pain, one sip after another, but within a short while, the small pot was empty.

Chi You sat next to him, just holding the pot in a daze, neither talking nor drinking, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ping Yi put down the pot, looked at him, remained silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Do you know what kind of warning Heaven has given me? Let me protect you and protect this country. I just gave a little hint to the mortal who controls the body." .But now I don't want to do that."

Chi You did not speak, nor did he answer.

Ping Yi glanced at him, and then continued: "You know what I want to do, and I must do it. I don't want to protect any generals, and I don't want to protect Laoshizi Daxia, so I'll ask you, are you willing? ?”

Are you willing?

Are you willing?

Chi You's eyes are far away, even if the words of Ping Yi's words are piercing his heart, he will not move or say anything, but the golden circles in his eyes are getting more and more dim.

Ping Yi glanced at him, took the jug of wine he didn't drink, stuffed his own empty jug into it, raised his head and took a sip, and said: "I met Hanba a few days ago. It is said that the top ten demon gods died and injured Exhausted, but you still don’t know? We people are like centipedes. It’s nice to die but not stiff. Which one doesn’t have some means to save life? Father God is too busy to take care of himself, how can he have time to plan for us? We can’t Think about it yourself? Tiandao is a fart, Xuanyuan is favored by Tiandao, sanctified after death, and enjoys thousands of incense, but look, how is he now? How can he still have half the vigor of the past? He is a good son of God the Father, But he was raised and disabled by the Dao of Heaven. Otherwise, what else would you do now? Can't he take care of his own descendants? And..."

What Ping Yi said was extremely blunt, scolding both Tiandao and Father God.He doesn't have a brain, but Chi You has to. He glanced at Ping Yi, and forced back all the words behind him: "This is not something we can say."

"Then let's not talk about that," Ping Yi was silent for a while, then said calmly, "Let's talk about something else."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked extremely mocking: "Do you want to work hard for Xuanyuan's life like this?"

Chi You didn't make a sound, and after a while he said: "Then what else?"

Ping Yi's face turned red with anger, he is not a young boy anymore, he has passed the age of impulsiveness, and he has learned to speak calmly when things happen - anyway, in his opinion, if you are not angry, just beat him, no need to talk nonsense.

But it always falls on this guy.

He was always so angry that he couldn't speak.

Ping Yi's original drafts were all lost in anger, she squeezed the pot tightly and stood up, her brows were hidden in the dim light of the overcast sky: "Anyway, think about it carefully, I'm going to go another way." After finishing speaking, He sighed: "Think about it."

He turned and left, not forgetting to take the jug of wine.

Only Chi You was left sitting alone on the ground, leaning on the camp bed.

The wind whizzed past with the rain and snow, and the sound in the tent was inaudible, only the end of a sigh could be heard.

Ping Yi had been standing on the western mountain not far from the camp, from the top of the mountain he could just see the marshal's tent.

He knew that Chi You was not feeling well.

Chi You is the most proud creation of the Father God. He was brought by the Father God for tens of thousands of years. Later, he saved the empress in the deep mountains. In order to repay him, the Empress merged his blood when creating a man to create the Jiuli Clan. .From then on, Chi You became the patriarch of Jiuli.

But this caused him to be rejected by his father and god, and he had to flee down the mountain, taking Jiuli to a corner of peace.

Even so, Tiandao still refused to let him go, and asked him to follow the script of Tiandao and take the blood of his descendants along the road of no return.

There was a flash of pain in Pingyi's eyes.He leaned against a tree, his head bowed in thought.

Maybe, it's not a big deal.

He might want to have a good talk with the human.

Yang Caiqiong only returned to Wushuang Hall at night. This huge underground palace is brightly lit all year round. The best and quietest room was left for him during construction.

Because of the rain that has been falling since the afternoon until now, he was wet. Walking in the specially built courtyard, he could hear the gurgling sound of water being diverted from the palace.

This voice makes it easy to immerse yourself in your own thoughts.

Alas, there are many things.

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Changed the outline, so I revised the last chapter, this chapter is a transition, and then the plot will go