dhibooks Chapter 313
Chapter 313
Jiang Xiaozhou walks in a white world, there is nothing here, it is empty like a hell.
Not any place can be called hell, but in this space, there is an atmosphere that is so quiet that it is almost dead. Presumably, all living things cannot survive here, and there is only nothingness left here that burns everything.
Where there is nothingness, will new flowers bloom?
Jiang Xiaozhou sat down silently, as if he used to rest here often. Although it looked a little pale here, he felt very relaxed.
A figure appeared in the white space, and it sat down in front of Jiang Xiaozhou.
The huge white wolf, with long, soft hair, looked at Jiang Xiaozhou with deep eyes.
Jiang Xiaozhou asked, "Who are you?"
The white wolf said: "I am white."
This scene seemed familiar, but it was the white wolf who lost his memory at that time.
Jiang Xiaozhou: "Do I know you?"
White Wolf said, "I knew you before."
Jiang Xiaozhou smiled, he found this answer very interesting.
"Where is this place?"
"Your sea of consciousness." The white wolf said in a deep voice, "It wasn't like this before." Only the dead sea of consciousness can be so empty.
"What was it like before?"
"I don't know, you won't let me in."
At that time, Jiang Xiaozhou was concerned about the existence of the system, so he did not open the sea of consciousness to the white wolf. Of course, generally no monk would open the sea of consciousness to other people, which would be equivalent to completely handing over his life and will to the other party.
There are basically no ones like Jiang Xiaozhou who have raised a few special beings in the sea of consciousness with three bedrooms and one living room.
Jiang Xiaozhou wouldn't let him in, so the white wolf wouldn't force him.After Jiang Xiaozhou's death, the white wolf's sea of consciousness was naturally opened.
Jiang Xiaozhou asked: "Since this is the case, it means you know who I am?" He wanted to recall everything very much, but at this moment, he looked very calm.
"You are the suzerain of the Wendao Sect in the Qianyuan Continent, Jiang Xiaozhou." The white wolf showed a complicated smile: "But you won't believe my words."
Jiang Xiaozhou was noncommittal, and then asked: "What is this place?"
"They call it the Demon World."
"Aren't I the suzerain of the Qianyuan Continent? Why did I appear in the Demon Realm?"
"Because you died."
"Although it doesn't feel very good, have I already died?" He spread his palms and looked at it, and there was no sense of reality in what White Wolf said.
"Since I died, why am I alive now?"
"We share life, so I exchange mine for yours."
"What you said is much more interesting than the story of the patriarch of the Black Polar Sparrow." Jiang Xiaozhou laughed and said with great interest: "Then, what did you come to see me for?"
"I'm saying goodbye to you." The white wolf lowered his head and said, "I'm leaving."
"Where are you going?"
The white wolf was silent for a long time, it approached Jiang Xiaozhou, its long white hair fell down, making it look like a soft cloud.
"Your memory can only be remembered by yourself, so you don't believe what I said now." The white wolf lay down, and Jiang Xiaozhou also lay down, stroking its soft hair sideways: "You don't have to believe what I say , just remember.”
"The power of the Seed of the Seven Treasures is not your power after all, it has temporarily fallen asleep, so you have to rely on yourself in the future."
"Over the years, I have been suppressing your cultivation. After I leave, you will be much more relaxed."
"Xiao Zhou, I hope you will become stronger until one day you can stand in front of me."
"But sometimes, I also think that if you are not the one who bears these fates...you have the right to choose, sometimes it will be more painful."
"Xiao Zhou, I want to see you for real."
After it finished speaking, it lowered its head, and Jiang Xiaozhou had already fallen asleep.
The white wolf gently held him in his arms.
……
When Jiang Xiaozhou woke up, he felt warm and comfortable like never before.
As if the fatigue of many days had disappeared, Jiang Xiaozhou opened his eyes, and what he saw was an irregular black stone wall. The air was very cold, which was different from the hot and dry feeling outside the demon world, and the demon energy here was also thinner.
Where is this again?
Jiang Xiaozhou was not in a hurry to figure this out. For him now, there was no difference here or there.
However, when he sat up, he was surprised to find that he was covered with a layer of soft and comfortable blanket, and there was a bowl of clear water beside him.
It was obvious that he had been carefully cared for.
At this point, Jiang Xiaozhou had to think carefully about what happened.
He was brought back by the Heijique Clan before, and the patriarch said he was the Heijique Demon Lord, and later he wiped out the Jianyun Clan for the patriarch, and of course, made the Heijique patriarch pay the price for lying.
Then he sensed two extremely weak auras in front of him, and walked over there, but passed out halfway, and he always encounters this kind of situation recently...
Is it really, as the white wolf said, the sequelae after death?
Jiang Xiaozhou shook off this inexplicable thought, he stood up, of course he didn't drink the bowl of water.
He was still wearing the dirty and smelly clothes, which are generally self-cleaning. I don't know what Jiang Xiaozhou has gone through, which caused the clothes to look like this.
At this time, light footsteps came from the door.
Jiang Xiaozhou first saw a squirming dress with four thin legs growing under it. This scene looked a little weird.
Until the clothes came in front of him, the two paws in front shouted: "Seventeen, you hit me!"
Nanfang Thirteen jerked off his clothes, revealing his fluffy and chubby body. Then he saw Jiang Xiaozhou, his eyes widened, and he sat down on the ground.
In Jiang Xiaozhou's eyes, it was the black ball that suddenly rolled half a circle.
He can't feel any hostility towards such a creature.
"Demon, Demon, Lord Demon!" South Thirteen shouted.
Jiang Xiaozhou squinted his eyes and looked at it: "Do you also think I am the devil?"
Is he the suzerain of Wendao Sect in Qianyuan Continent, or an unknown demon king in the demon world?
Southern Thirteen trembled.
Nanfang Shiqi put away his clothes and bent down—this action was too difficult for him. He respectfully said to Jiang Xiaozhou: "This is the south of Boshan, we are the Hidden Cat Clan, and my name is Yinmao Clan Nanfang Ten." Seven, he is the Southern Thirteen of the Hidden Cat Clan. Three days ago, we saw the adult comatose outside the territory of the Hidden Cat Clan, so we brought you back to the Hidden Cat Clan territory without authorization."
He raised the clothes high: "This is clothes for adults."
Jiang Xiaozhou bent down and took the clothes.
By doing so, both South Thirteen and South Seventeen were slightly relieved.
At least Lord Demon Lord killed them without meeting them. They still remember the scene of Demon Lord slaughtering the Jianyun Clan.
They were two little furballs, and they were effortless to kill.
Jiang Xiaozhou took off his clothes casually, and changed into the clothes prepared by Nanfang Thirteen and the others.
This is a pure black robe, the wrists and waist are tightened, and there is no cumbersome line all over the body. After wearing it, Jiang Xiaozhou looks even more... unhuman.
"Southern Seventeen of the Hidden Cat Clan?" He asked casually, "Why are you called this name?"
Southern Seventeen explained: "The full name is Boshan Southern Seventeen of the Hidden Cat Clan. In the territory, they usually just call me Seventeen." The little demons at the bottom do not even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder on the battlefield, so of course they can only take this kind of name. To be precise, this is just a number.
Only the Great Heavenly Demon will have his own name.
"Then I'll call you Seventeen too." Jiang Xiaozhou said.
Southern Seventeen was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
His only calmness and rationality were not enough to deal with this situation.Could it be that Lord Mojun has a good impression of them?
Nanfang Thirteen summoned up his courage and said, "My lord, I am Nanfang Thirteen."
"Thirteen, I see." Jiang Xiaozhou replied casually.
South Thirteen moved closer and asked, "What should we call you?"
South Shiqi suddenly broke into a cold sweat, he gave Thirteen a hard look, thinking why this guy is always so reckless!The same is true for forcibly dragging the devil back before. It was precisely because Shisan had already rushed up that Nanshiqi had to help him bring the devil back.
If this continues, sooner or later he will kill himself because of his recklessness!
Jiang Xiaozhou thought for a while, he didn't know his name yet.
"You can call me Zhou."
He didn't believe what the white wolf said, but he did remember it.
"Zhou..." Nanfang Shisan murmured, thinking that this must be a great name.
"Master Mojun, do you want to come out and see our territory?" Nanfang Shiqi asked.
"Okay." Jiang Xiaozhou picked up Nanfang Thirteen, the size of the other party was just a circle bigger than his hand, and it was warm and comfortable in the palm of his hand.
Nanfang Thirteen let out a small exclamation, and then smiled.
But Jiang Xiaozhou couldn't see it at all. When the two little furballs were talking, they could see the pink tongue in their mouths, but when they were not talking, they were just a natural little black ball.
Nanfang Seventeen said: "Master Mojun, please come with me."
Jiang Xiaozhou said, "Just call me Zhou."
When they came out of the house, there was a deep passage in front of them. The passage was a bit narrow, barely allowing Jiang Xiaozhou to walk upright, but it was very spacious for Nanfang Shiqi.
There is also a black stone wall above the passage. It seems that the Hidden Cats like black very much.There are continuously extended rooms and other passages on both sides of the passage, like a huge underground labyrinth.It was quiet and humid here, with the faint sound of water coming from a distance, and the faint light illuminated the road in front of us.
Southern Seventeen led Jiang Xiaozhou to turn left and right, and he said, "Zhou, can I take you to see the patriarch first? She also wants to see you."
"It should." Jiang Xiaozhou said indifferently. Although the journey just now was complicated, he had completely remembered all the routes he had traveled.
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