The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

If it were in his previous life, Ji Qingzhou would have been horrified to hear this and would have thought he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

But this is the world of cultivating immortals.

Not to mention seeing ghosts, Ji Qingzhou has also eliminated ghosts.

Ji Qingzhou turned his head to look at the girl and suddenly asked, "Except for me, can't others see you?"

"Anyone else?"

The woman's eyes swept across Ji Qingzhou.

She just saw Ji Qingzhou talking to the person in front of her. Although she couldn't see anything, it was obvious that Ji Qingzhou was looking at something.

The woman explained: "I said before that I am just a remnant soul. This is where I am buried. In fact, there is nothing here. Everything you see and hear are illusions connected to my remnant soul."

Ji Qingzhou felt a little regretful: "It seems that he can't see you."

The woman looked at her expression and a thought that she couldn't help but believe emerged unconsciously: "My son... is he really still alive?"

Ji Qingzhou nodded: "If you are sure that the aura of the spirit bead on my body is exactly the same as your son, then it is him."

After a pause, she continued, "He has no memory of his life, he only remembers that his name is Dong Ming An."

The woman was shocked. "That's my son's name! My Yanlong clan originated from the underwater volcano in Liantian Sea. Our surname is Dongming. He was born on a solar eclipse, and there was no light in the world. So I named him Dongming An."

She became more and more excited as she spoke, and she grabbed Ji Qingzhou's wrist, "Is my son really still alive?!"

"Yes."

Ji Qingzhou nodded: "Although I don't know what he has been through, I can be sure that he is still alive now."

Live well.

The woman was trembling all over, her scarlet-gold eyes filled with tears. She seemed ecstatic, yet with an indelible sorrow.

"But I will never see him again."

The woman murmured, "He can't see me either."

Her voice was so soft that it seemed to be blown away by the wind.

The burial ground was once again filled with the sorrow of its owner.

Ji Qingzhou couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

It's not because of the burial place, but I really feel heartbroken for her.

Even though we are separated by heaven and earth, even though we are separated by life and death.

But now there is clearly a chance for us to meet, but it is just out of reach.

“Whatever…whatever.”

The woman's voice trembled slightly. She was in tears, but she smiled with relief: "You know what? My biggest wish in my life was that he could live well. Now that I have realized my wish, how dare I be greedy for more?"

I want him to be alive, I want to see him...

Desire is endless.

It is impossible for God to fulfill all her wishes.

The fact that her child is still alive is the greatest blessing.

As she finished her words, the woman's figure became more and more illusory.

Ji Qingzhou looked over her shoulder and vaguely saw flames in the sky.

The broken dragon corpse lay on the scorched earth, lifeless.

Ji Qingzhou vaguely sensed something and subconsciously held the woman's hand, "You..."

"I should be content."

The woman lowered her eyes and looked at Ji Qingzhou with gentle eyes, "Thank you, human, for bringing me the best news in my last days. I have no regrets anymore."

"No, wait..."

Ji Qingzhou couldn't help but grab the woman's arms with both hands. She had a lot to say.

She didn't bring the best news.

The little black bug was indeed still alive, but because he was possessed by a demon and had lost his memory, he didn't remember his mother at all and couldn't talk to her.

There was clearly regret in Yanlong's eyes.

In the end, the mother and son couldn't even see each other!

What's so good about it?

Ji Qingzhou couldn’t see any good in what happened today.

She just felt sad.

"do not go."

Ji Qingzhou held the woman's hand tightly, almost hugging her arm, "I'll think of a solution. Give me some time, let me think of a solution..."

"child."

The silhouette of the Flame Dragon became visibly illusory.

She looked at Ji Qingzhou, who was holding on to her like a child, and refused to let go. Pity appeared in her eyes. She raised her hand and stroked Ji Qingzhou's tear-stained face. "Why are you crying?"

Ji Qingzhou was startled, "I..."

Yanlong said softly: "You did well enough."

Ji Qingzhou said hoarsely: "I haven't had time to do anything yet."

Yanlong laughed and said, "No, you have done your best. Don't be too hard on yourself. What you have seen and heard today, and the things you regret, are all fate. You have no control over it. There is no need to let these troubles trap your mind."

"Damn life!"

Ji Qingzhou gritted his teeth: "I don't believe in fate! I only believe in myself! I want you to meet, no... I must let you meet!"

The little black bug was so nice to her.

Ji Qingzhou always thought that Little Black Bug was the stupid son of a landlord.

Because she felt that only children who grew up in love could be as sunny and carefree as the little black bug, and could trust and devote themselves to anyone wholeheartedly.

Liu Furuo once told her that if he wanted to make friends with her, he could only exchange his sincerity with hers.

It was the little black bug who gave her his true heart first, and only then did she dare to give her true heart to him.

Ji Qingzhou initially regarded the phrase "the best in the world" as a joke.

But as time passed, when she said this again, she unconsciously added some sincerity.

No one can refuse the little black bug who cries for you, laughs for you, regards you as the best, and always stands by you unconditionally.

But now, someone told her that the little black bug was not a child who grew up in love.

He died young.

The mother couldn't find his soul.

After he became a wandering soul, he had no recollection of his past life. Everything started from scratch and shaped him into who he is today.

Ji Qingzhou had no idea what the little black bug had experienced during that period of time.

She only knew that when she first talked to the little black bug through the chat group, the little black bug was even excited about eating a steamed bun.

The little black bug suffered a lot.

She should have known better.

No matter how sunny the little black bug was when facing her.

She should also understand that the little black bug must have gone through a lot of suffering.

"Can't you just give me a little more time?"

Ji Qingzhou said in a trembling voice: "Although this is the first time I met you, he and I are very good friends. He has helped me a lot. Even though he doesn't remember you, I also want to do something for him."

Yanlong looked at Ji Qingzhou who was crying, but he didn't think she was weird.

Yanlong only felt...

"It seems that my Xiao An has made a very good friend."

Yanlong gently stroked Ji Qingzhou's head, but his palm passed through her hair.

Ji Qingzhou's hand, which was originally tightly holding the Flame Dragon, suddenly became empty.

She looked up in astonishment and met the almost transparent red-gold eyes of the Flame Dragon.

"But I don't have time."

Yanlong smiled helplessly: "Locking the Dragon Gate has exhausted my heart and soul. Even if I didn't show up to see you today, I should have disappeared soon. I'm sorry... child, I couldn't do anything for you."

Ji Qingzhou's throat was choked, and he felt like he had thousands of words to say but nowhere to express them.

No, that's not right.

I haven't been able to do anything for you yet.

Ji Qing thought.

"Finally, finally..."

The figure of Yanlong disappeared, and her voice turned into a gust of wind, passing by Ji Qingzhou's ears: "Let me, as an elder, give a small gift to my child's best friend and to my favorite junior."

"I'm sorry that I let that unlucky fellow destroy your sword while I was unconscious."

So, let me give you a sword.

The sound of the flaming dragon fell with the wind.

The scene of hell reappears.

Flames raged across the sky, and the broken dragon corpse lay on the scorched earth.

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder.

In Ji Qingzhou's blurred vision, a strong wind blew at the burial ground, blowing up fire and forming a fire tornado that soared into the sky, submerging the broken dragon corpse on the scorched earth.

The heat wave hit his face, and Ji Qingzhou couldn't help but raise his hands to block it.

But in a flash, the strong wind dissipated.

Ji Qingzhou seemed to sense something and slowly lowered his arm that was blocking his eyes.

The raging flames and the broken dragon corpse had disappeared.

The scorched earth stretched endlessly, with no end in sight.

In the center of the scorched earth, a sword was inserted diagonally into the soil.

The sword was pitch black and looked tattered.

But at the edges of those ruined places, the charred black color from the flames faded, revealing some dazzling red-gold color.

There is a red tassel hanging at the end of the hilt, which looks like flowing flames at first glance.

The flame-like red sword tassel fluttered gently in this windless burial ground.

It seemed to be calling its owner to come forward.

Ji Qingzhou walked slowly forward and gently grasped the hilt of the sword.

The hilt of the sword was warm, which reminded Ji Qingzhou of Yanlong's hand that wiped his tears, which was also warm.

"Keng."

Ji Qingzhou pulled the sword out of the scorched earth without any effort.

There was a faint sound of dragon roar in the air.

"……leave."

Ji Qingzhou looked at the sword in his hand and said softly, "From today on, your name will be Bie Li."

Eight sufferings of life.

Love parting.