little spicy jiao

No one knows exactly why Dugu Jiu transformed from the warning thunder to the heart demon, and why it came about.

On the day when the Senhai secret realm was completely unsealed, the cold sword fairy with black hair and black clothes stood at the entrance of the secret realm for a long time, closing his eyes and listening to the rustling of the leaves in the wind, his thin lips showing indifferent lines, The cold that penetrates deep into the bones.

After Mo Jiaojiao heard the news that the man was going to leave alone, his mind went blank, and he only knew how to run forward desperately while holding the long ribbon around his waist.

Many years ago, he was the same way, all the way to the north, running desperately, fleeing day and night, just to go to the Tianyan Sword Sect and seek the protection of Chongrong Sword Master Dugu Jiu.

Endless longing and longing filled my mind.

The shadows of the trees in the forest are mottled, and the cicadas are singing, revealing the unique vigor and vitality of early summer, but at some point, it overlaps with the memory of eight years ago in a trance.

Mo Jiaojiao suddenly remembered that on the day when the Hidden God Valley fell, he was also like this. He was embraced by the owner of the valley, and he ran through the lush forest in the valley with all his strength, and ran out of the valley.

At that time, he was young and ignorant, and he couldn't understand the lingering worry on the old man's brow and the faint fear on the faces of other monsters who had traveled long distances to rescue him.

They clearly could stop and fight bloody battles, but they never dared to stop because they were concerned about their own safety.

What he risked his life to pursue was the hope of life and the future of the Yaozu.

The young man clenched his lips, blinked his sore eyes, staggered for a while, kicked a hard tree root, and fell forward in the grass.

He sat up almost in a panic, rubbed his aching and broken palms, gasping for breath from exhaustion, but gritted his teeth and got up again, trying to move on.

However, at the moment of taking a step, the memories that had just stopped came back again, and the chaos was vivid.

His life was obtained by sacrificing the whole clan in the Yinshen Valley, and the sacrifice of countless souls by the Yao clan... in exchange for his life.

Mo Jiaojiao suddenly stopped, stretched out his hand and took out the Tunchu sword that had turned into a chicken boy from his pocket, with a clear and pretty face, he asked in a low voice:

"Does Jiao Jiao have... the right to decide his own life and death? With Jiujiu forming a life and death Gu, Jiao Jiao may die. If he dies, the things that Yinshengu told Jiao Jiao to do may not be completed, and Jiao Jiao will... lose All monster races."

Tun Chujian turned into a small sword in the blink of an eye, and responded silently:

"If it's someone else, yes. And you, you have too many burdens. You can't decide your own life and death regardless of the monster race. You can only live. Forming a contract with Sword Master does not mean that you will definitely fall. If you are really worried , we can only wait until the day when all burdens are unloaded."

"Really? I knew that even Tunchu thought so." Mo Jiaojiao lowered his head and murmured a few words, his eyes were empty and dull, and he muttered:

"Jiao Jiao also knows what should be done and what should not be done. If I die, everyone's hard work will be in vain, so Jiao Jiao can't make fun of his own life if he wants to live."

Tun Chujian flew over and rubbed the boy's hair silently.

"But," Mo Jiaojiao lowered his head, slowly clenched his limp hands, his shoulders trembled, he gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Jiaojiao...you have to be worthy of the Yaozu and Yunmiao Continent. Then ...What about Ninety-Nine?"

Warm tears slid down the white chin and hit the green grass leaves, shaking out the distant sunlight in the sky.

"Jiujiu, it's all Jiaojiao, but...Jiaojiao can't do anything." Mo Jiaojiao took a deep breath, and said almost silently: "Jiaojiao is worthy of others, sorry...Jiujiu? "

"I can't do even the bond."

"You can't help yourself." Tun Chujian was worried about the young man, and persuaded: "Jianzun loves you, and everything he does is voluntary, and he doesn't ask Jiao Jiao for anything in return. You have a heavy responsibility, and you can walk side by side with Jianzun." , is enough."

"Not enough." Mo Jiaojiao wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeves, raised his head, and said with red eyes, "Jiaojiao didn't do anything."

He squatted down with his knees hugged like that, and looked down at the dark tree roots on the ground silently. He was obviously extremely sad, but he still didn't cry anymore.

The day he grew up, Mo Jiaojiao understood everything, life and death Gu was just to make him grow faster.

It's just that there are some things that are very helpless, and the young man is helpless, so he has no choice but to do whatever he wants, relying on the man, trying to live day by day, and accompany him to the day when he rescues all the monsters.

However, the person he is most attached to can no longer accompany him.

He wants to give everything without hesitation, to fight against the thunder tribulation with Dugu Jiu, and to live and die together, but he can't, since the day he becomes the son of God, whether he can live or not is not something that Mo Jiaojiao decides for himself .

"Jiujiu said she won't want Jiaojiao." Mo Jiaojiao murmured suddenly, tears streaming down his face, "Jiujiu didn't want Jiaojiao to be in a difficult situation, and because he was afraid of Jiaojiao's impulsiveness, he made choices for Jiaojiao, didn't he? "

Tun Chujian couldn't bear to look at Mo Jiaojiao's helpless appearance, and finally explained: "Jianzun's warning thunder calamity has been transformed into a heart demon calamity caused by Jiao Jiao, as long as he survives this calamity, the sword will be killed." Then you can directly kill the Dao of Heaven and be invincible."

Hearing the sound, the young man raised his head in astonishment, and asked in disbelief, "Is what you said true? Didn't you coax Jiao Jiao?"

"Naturally." Tun Chujian told the truth helplessly:

"Actually, we should have told you about this from the very beginning, but one of the plans of the Yinshengu Clan is that Shen Tuzi has to pass the test of the inner demon, and choose between the burden of the monster clan and the person he loves. Only after the righteousness of the people can they be qualified to merge with the mainland. This is the only key to the opposite side of the mainland.

But, as you said, Chongrong Jianzun was worried that you would really impulsively choose to give up the Yaozu, so Jianzun made the choice for you. "

After Tun Chujian finished speaking, he turned into a chick again, jumped into the pocket on the boy's clothes, and hid it.

And the black figure who was supposed to leave the secret realm suddenly and slowly revealed his figure in the pale golden sunlight.

The man walked slowly in front of Nian, squatted down, covered his flushed cheeks from crying with his slightly cool fingertips, and gently stroked her.

Mo hair black eyes, sword qi vertical and horizontal, when the eyebrows and eyes were frosty when he bowed his head, he was as cold as the lonely sky and the moon, just like back then.

A hoarse and deep male voice sounded, with a bone-chilling indifference, yet so familiar that it made the boy cry.

"Jiajiao still remembers that this seat once said that the way of killing swords cuts away three thousand troubles, and has no desires or demands. This seat, from Jiaojiao, has never asked for anything. If Jiaojiao thinks that it is shameful not to form the life and death Gu For this seat, it is too impulsive."

"This seat was born to slaughter the way of heaven, and I was born to protect the world's creatures. It is the same mission as Jiaojiao's mission as a god figure."

"It doesn't matter whether you choose the monster clan or this seat. If the choice is up to me, this seat will also care about the common people."

"Compared with the continuation of the race, personal friendship is actually insignificant. What Jiaojiao can do, this seat can also do."

The words from the heart, every word and every sentence, all enter the hearts of the people.

Just like the 11-year-old Mo Jiaojiao said to Yungao: "What Guzhu can do, Jiaojiao can do too."

Mo Jiaojiao looked helplessly at the solemn and handsome face close at hand, finally got up and threw himself into the man's open arms, tears streaming down his face.

The pale young man who was waiting quietly not far away stared at the two embracing figures, and said in a low voice: "Chongrong once said that Yinshengu taught Jiao Jiao very well. In fact, he himself is not right?"