The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

Zihu tightly held the jade bottle containing Xuanji's blood, and walked step by step to the depths of Fenrucheng.

There, there is a person she has been looking forward to and waiting for for 1000 years.

The further you go down, the stronger the cold air.

Zihu hugged her shoulders, trembling.Thinking of the high-spirited, unrestrained and unrestrained man, who was the most impatient to care about the fetters, was locked up in such a harsh environment for 1000 years, Zihu couldn't help but burst into tears.

As the person in his ecstasy got closer, Zihu became more and more anxious.

What has he become now?Can you still remember yourself?Can you still remember his promise to her?

There was a faint light shining deep in the ground, and four fist-thick black chains could be vaguely seen, hanging from the top of the high stone wall, firmly locking the person curled up in the middle.

"Wuzhiqi!"

The purple fox rushed up desperately, shouting heart-piercingly.

However, before she could reach her, a transparent barrier bounced her out.

The purple fox fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood due to the force of the rebound from the barrier.She struggled to get up, stretched out her palm and walked forward cautiously while exploring.It wasn't until his palm touched an invisible smooth surface that he hurriedly poured the blood from the jade bottle onto it.

As soon as the blood came into contact with the barrier, a hole was corroded out of it. As the corrosion became stronger and stronger, the barrier faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared completely.

"Wuzhiqi..."

Zihu didn't know whether to be sad or happy, sad or happy.She walked over slowly, knelt down, stretched out her fingers tremblingly, stroked the man's hair gently, and whispered: "Wuzhiqi, I'm here..."

Big strings of tears dripped down on that person like raindrops.

"Who? Is someone talking to me?"

The man shuddered and raised his head slowly.

1000 years of captivity and 1000 years of loneliness made him forget almost all the people and things in the past.

"Who are you?" He tilted his head to look at the purple fox, his eyes were full of confusion and ignorance: "You know me?"

"You heartless dead monkey!"

Zihu couldn't control himself anymore, and hugged the man tightly in his arms with all his strength, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe: "I'm Zihu, it's Zihu! Don't you remember me? ?”

"Purple Fox?" Wu Zhiqi repeated it with great effort, the name was so familiar, it seemed to be engraved in his heart, but why couldn't he remember who this person was?

The purple fox beat him hard, with snot and tears: "I have waited for you for 1000 years in vain, how could you forget me? I hate you, I hate you to death!"

Wuzhiqi stretched out his hand to support Zihu's chin, and looked at it carefully: "Well, she is very beautiful and suits my taste. Don't cry, it hurts my heart when I cry."

Zihu's tears fell even more urgently: "You... you shameless monkey... Have you forgotten that you promised to marry me... I have been waiting for you for 1000 years, 1000 years!"

She was so pitiful, with pear blossoms and rain, Wu Zhiqi finally caught the shadow of a person deep in his memory, and he asked hesitantly, "Are you... a purple fox?"

This sentence brought out all Zihu's grievances and bitterness, and she burst into tears immediately, with snot and tears all over Wu Zhiqi's body, as if she was going to die if she couldn't cry.

Wuzhiqi hugged her in his arms and sighed, "I've been suffering for you these years."

The two hugged each other tightly, everything was silent.

"Pa, pa, pa", there was a sudden burst of high-five applause from above, the two of them were taken aback and looked up at the same time.

I saw two people walking down the steps slowly, the one in front of them was covered in bronze armor, and a faint black mist was wrapped around his whole body.

The person behind had a ferocious face, with a wolf-like greed in his eyes, and followed closely the person in front.

Wuzhiqi guarded the purple fox behind him, watching them vigilantly.

"Sure enough, they are a pair of fateful mandarin ducks! We finally met each other after being separated for 1000 years. You should be grateful to me. If there is no me, it will be another 1000 years, and you will still be hopeless together."

The man in bronze armor came over, bent slightly and looked down at Wuzhiqi and Zihu, his eyes were full of complacency.

"Who are you?" Wu Zhiqi stared at him closely: "Why? I think you are very familiar?"

The man laughed loudly: "Of course you will think that I am familiar, because we are best friends from the beginning."

"Best friend?" Wu Zhiqi chewed this sentence, and suddenly smiled coldly: "If I guessed correctly, you are Yuen Long, right envoy of the Demon Realm, right?"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Yuen Long shook his head lightly, "You don't remember your lifelong lover, but you keep my friend firmly in your heart. I don't know if it's her sorrow or my luck."

Zihu said angrily: "You don't have to sow dissension, we won't be fooled by you! Thousands of years ago, Wuzhiqi, who you tricked with your friend's morality, worked for you and took the blame for you. Thousands of years later, you set up Tianxu Hall and went around Doing evil and disturbing the sects of the Immortal Sect. My old lady is still wondering why Tianxu Hall is searching for the spirit key, it really has ulterior motives!"

Yuen Long shook his arms, and the bronze armor covering his face disappeared immediately, revealing his delicate and slightly feminine face: "Why did my sister-in-law say that I am so miserable? I was chained and burned because of Brother Wu who was killed 1000 years ago." Rucheng, feeling guilty and restless, that's why he searched for the spirit key everywhere, trying to save him from the fire and water?"

Zihu gave a heavy "bah" and was about to yell at her, but Wuzhiqi stopped her: "Why bother talking to this kind of villain? Yuen Long, you saved me for one purpose, that is, to get something from me. Jun Tian plans the sea, right?"

Yuen Long's eyes flickered, he tried his best to suppress the urgency in his heart, and deliberately put on a calm look: "Brother Wu, you also know that Jun Tian Cehai is a part of the Mosha Star. And the Mosha Star is my Asura clan. God of War. Only by resurrecting the God of War can we wash away the thousand-year shame of our Asura clan."

"That's your shame, what does it have to do with me?"

Wu Zhiqi's expression was full of coldness and sarcasm: "Yuan Long, do you think I don't know what your plan is?"