Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

within the screen.

When the confrontation was tense, the young man beside him felt helpless and lost.

As for Zhu Jiu, she thought this place was quite interesting, and these people were also very interesting.

But she didn't intend to delve into it further and was ready to leave.

She wanted to find the evil god, and since he wasn't here, it didn't matter whether she entered the city or not.

It's just a place to camp.

For tens of millions of years, whether it is Hanshan Cemetery or Yeyu Cave, people have become accustomed to it.

It's not a big deal, why put an innocent and carefree young man in a dilemma?

Zhu Jiu gathered his sleeves and collar, a wisp of cold rain flowed over the edge of the umbrella and flew into the gaps between his pale fingers, feeling a little chilly.

The injuries on my legs and forearms still hurt terribly.

Zhu Jiu raised his hand and grasped the umbrella handle, with Feng Zhiyi's bony hand only a finger's distance away.

She smiled, pale as paper, and limp due to weakness, but also exceptionally clear and fluent, which made Feng Zhiyi stunned.

Zhu Jiu took the umbrella and took a step back calmly. She was the only one under the umbrella.

The two of them stared at each other through the curtain of raindrops falling from the edge of the umbrella.

Zhu Jiuyouning's eyes showed no worry or fear, no surprise or joy.

Looking from a distance, Feng Zhiyi felt just like when they first met, as if she didn't need anyone.

She didn't want anyone to rescue her, she just wanted to.

Zhu Jiu smiled faintly and said, "Feng Zhiyi, are you interested? I will remember you."

Over the years, there are not many people who would protect her without hesitation after meeting her once.

"I just sent you off from Ningyinggang. Don't take it to heart. I gave you an umbrella and you can stop here."

"Sword embryos are hard to come by, so take good care of them. You never know, we might meet again on some journey one day."

After Zhu Jiu finished speaking, he turned sideways and looked at the people in Jialan City.

Everyone's eyes were like needles, piercing her with rejection, thinking that she was going to say something threatening or resentful.

But she looked peaceful and without resentment. She looked behind them, paused, and praised with a smile, "The Jialan flowers in your city are very beautiful. I hope I can see them again outside the Ten Directions Mountains one day."

After smiling, Zhu Jiu turned around, flicked his sleeves, held up an umbrella and left along the way he came.

What does she mean?

Unexpectedly, everyone racked their brains to figure out what kind of profound curse word this was.

"What do you mean? Isn't it only our city that likes to plant Jialan flowers?"

A little girl appeared behind the crowd without knowing when. She stared at Zhu Jiu's thin back that was gradually blurred in the rain and fog, and couldn't help but timidly replied: "Jia Lan has gone out, so there will be people outside."

"Is that what you mean..."

Everyone was stunned, their eyes were obscure and complicated. Once this girl in the Qi Refining Stage was gone, what other way would she have to survive except to be eaten by the beast?

They admired and felt guilty for this girl who remained calm and uncomplaining even when dying, but in the end, no one spoke up.

There are people too.

The young man touched the ground with his toes, and chased after him riding the rain and wind.

Feng Qingjue was stunned for a moment and then he was shocked, "Feng Zhiyi! What are you doing!"

The latter tilted his head, his black hair fluttering and wetting his thin lips, and he smiled brilliantly, his starry eyes bright and clear in the rainy night, "Dad, I've got an idea! Then I won't go into the city!"

"I am the young city lord who was born with a sword embryo. I am so strong that I can protect the city. What's the problem with protecting a girl?"

"Just wait, I will bring Zhu Jiu back tomorrow!"

The clear and joyful ending of the song lingered in my ears, and the young man's tall figure had floated into the poisonous miasma and disappeared without a trace.

Everyone was stunned again. Where was the grown-up young city lord?

They: “!!!” Young City Lord!!! You!!!

Feng Qingjue panted heavily, his beard trembling with anger, "What kind of magic potion did that woman feed him?"

Aunt Lin felt complicated, worried but also unable to hide her pride that her son has grown up. "What should I do? The young city lord gets heartache every time he uses the sword embryo!"

Feng Qingjue calmed down. In the end, his concern for his son prevailed. He instructed, "You go into the city first. I'll go call them. I'll activate the protective formation when I come back."

As he said this, he chased into the rain.

Everyone stood at the city gate, their heads scattered around, staring at his back.

……

At the same time, Zhu Jiu held an umbrella and looked at the lush jungle ahead, and began to think about whether to sleep on the treetops tonight or to find a drier cave.

Comparing the two situations, she felt that since she was injured anyway, she might as well find a cave to rest.

Just as he was about to leave, a figure appeared in the dark road ahead.

Zhu Jiu saw the man's solid and toned calves and narrow waist. She raised her umbrella to look at his face. "Why are you here?"

The wind stopped and blew in under the umbrella like a gust of wind, bringing fine cool rain and the refreshing fragrance of the galanthus.

He naturally took the umbrella handle from Zhu Jiu's hand and raised it a little higher so that he could stand upright.

Hearing this, he looked down at her, raised his eyebrows and smiled, and expressed his "unconventional thoughts".

After listening quietly, Zhu Jiu looked into the other person's clear and proud starry eyes. In the reckless spirit of the young man, she clearly saw her own quiet shadow.

The calm lake of my heart was inexplicably rippled.

Zhu Jiu subconsciously looked away, ignoring the strange feeling in his heart, and did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"You really..." You never worry about the overall situation, the consequences, or the future?

The words stopped at the tip of his tongue, and he thought that his idea was weird.

The changes in the world, the cause and effect of cultivation, or the future of the people, those are all things that people at the top worry about. How can they be affected by Feng Zhiyi, a 17 or 18-year-old boy?

Young people will always feel helpless, but they will never give up when faced with difficulties. The same goes for young people who grow up in the long rainy season.

The wind stops the mind, how can the wind stop the mind?

The intention never stops, the action never stops.

Zhu Jiu, who was alone and searching for a way, happened to meet a young man under his protection.

He just wanted to hold an umbrella for her in this dilemma.

Feng Zhiyi couldn't wait for her to continue, so he tilted his head and asked, "Who are you really?"

Zhu Jiu came back to his senses, his smile gradually warmed up, "You are so cute, Feng Zhiyi."

It seemed to be closer to her.

The clear-minded young man's eyes suddenly sparkled, his ears turned red, and his heart surged. He said in a hoarse voice, "You are also cute, Zhu Jiu."

The two of them, one tall and one short, stood under the umbrella and looked at each other.

The atmosphere was just right, when suddenly a sinister and cold laugh was heard.

"hehe."

Their hearts skipped a beat and they looked over together, and saw Feng Qingjue standing under the tree with a dark face, drenched in the rain. There was murderous and resentful look in his eyes as he looked at them.

If you don’t know, you might think it’s some vengeful ghost in disguise.

Coincidentally, a bolt of lightning struck the tree. Zhu Jiu and Feng Zhiyi looked at Feng Qingjue in shock as he turned black in an instant and twitched a little.

Fortunately, the monk took the blow and was unharmed.

But at this moment Feng Qingjue: "..."

The top of his beard was charred and smoking. He said expressionlessly, "Our father-son relationship ends here. My lovely Feng Zhiyi, you can go live with this lovely Miss Zhu Jiu."

……

Offscreen.

Ji Qi drew a red circle around the smoking Feng Qingjue, and next to it was a warning sign: Please do not stand under the tree on rainy days, especially next to couples, as you may be struck by lightning.

"..."Everyone looked resentful.

All the fellow disciples were cool, and the bitter flowers blossomed one after another on Feng Zhiyi's umbrella, full of murderous intent. The latter pretended to be dead silently under the umbrella.

Chu Yi raised his lips, looking as cold as a ghost, "Third Junior Brother is so cute, why can't we show our faces and talk in detail?"

Cang Jie smiled gently: "Third Brother, don't you like me?"

"Third Brother, please open your eyes and look at me. I don't believe that your eyes are empty."

Wenren Sejue smiled and used the Wuwangjiu silk to draw matchstick men on the umbrella. One of them stabbed the other to death and stepped on the other's chest. The latter's umbrella was torn to pieces.

Yi Chi was eating melon seeds and laughing. She had figured it out. This was all Zhu Jiu’s dark history. What did it have to do with her?

It is others who are embarrassed, and she is responsible for being bad and reading gossip.