Excellent Youth [Quick Transmigration]

The slight sound of wind blowing through the dark cage made Chu Ci unconscious. After a while, he remembered that there was no wind in Jitian, but it was suppressed by the sun god fire, and the wind could pass by here.

He opened his eyes, and all he could see was the thick darkness, but the darkness was no longer his demon energy, but the layers of seals that the group of gods had put on to prevent him from escaping.

The seal adds a layer every ten years, and now there are hundreds of layers. The seal spell and the divine fire are integrated together, but it blocks the dazzling light of the sun's divine fire.

This talisman was probably also drawn by the god who was born to restrain him, and each piece was stained with his breath and emotions when he drew the talisman.

The ink-colored writing on the spell was alive, flowing around like a snake, often wrapping around his ankle eagerly along the chain, as if trying to swallow him up.

After being forced back by his devilish energy, it would come back again every few hours, back and forth, repeatedly consuming his devilish energy.

The group of gods wanted to use this method to completely consume his magic energy, and he was indeed greatly affected.

Chu Ci sat up and stared at the chain that held him. It was covered with charms and could no longer see its original appearance. The charms moved around flexibly. At first, it could only climb up to his ankles. Now It barely reached his waist.

He lowered his eyes, condensed the magic energy into a needle, pierced his finger, and bright blood dripped on the chain, and the wandering charms shrank back to the corner as if they were scalded by blood.

The blood was flowing out of the needle-sized wound, and it didn't take long for the blood to soak through the spell.

"Well……"

The massive blood loss made his face look extremely pale, and his bright red lips also lost their former luster. He blinked weakly, leaned over and kissed the chain that had imprisoned him for thousands of years.

"Come on," he stroked the chain gently, as if stroking his lover's face, his voice was melodious and ethereal, like an echo from an illusory dream: "My dear boy, come to me..."

3000 years have passed, and the turbulent world has long since returned to peace. The gods in the heavens live in peace, not to mention being happy. The heavens and the earth seem to be peaceful, as if the monster that once plagued all living beings has never appeared.

There was a rustle of movement from the luxuriant sacred tree, and if you look carefully, you can see a slender little god sitting among the overlapping branches and leaves, he is shaking his long hair out of shape. Legs, good-looking eyebrows and carefree eyes, every move is full of youthful spirit that cannot be suppressed.

This little god is Yaoguang.

He leaned lazily against the branch, suddenly, he felt something, and covered his heart with a puzzled face.

Is it an illusion, he seemed to hear someone crying.

He closed his eyes, sank his mind, and realized that he had heard correctly, someone was indeed crying.

But it was different from all the cries he had heard. This cry didn't sound too much grief, and the sound was extremely lingering. It didn't sound like crying, but more like... He couldn't explain clearly, he just felt blushing.

He was in a trance for a while, and when the crying stopped, he jumped down from the sacred tree with lingering fear and returned home.

For three days in a row, the sound of crying sounded in his heart on time, disturbing his mind, and even Shenjun Yuanwen could see that he was absent-minded, let alone others.

"What's on the mind of the little god?" The goddess put down the shuttle in her hand and asked gently.

Just as Yaoguang was about to tell her, he swallowed the words inexplicably, and just shook his head: "Maybe it's because I'm a little tired from my recent practice."

As the youngest god, he naturally has to practice every day. The goddess does not doubt that he is there, and still gently said: "Take a rest when you are tired. I have tea for nourishing the gods. If you drink it, I will let someone give it to you." Soak it."

Yaoguang nodded obediently: "Okay."

The nourishing tea made him calm down, he sat for a while, and calmly made a decision, he was going to find the source of the crying.

There are not many intrigues in the heavenly world, and he has also developed a straightforward temperament to do whatever he thinks. As soon as he has made a decision, he can't wait to say goodbye to the goddess and return directly to his mansion.

He locked the door, went back to the room, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, sank into his mind, and searched carefully according to the clues he had faintly discovered a few days ago——

"Whoa."

The sound of water woke him up, and he opened his eyes in a trance. There was thick darkness all around, and it was heavy on this square inch, as if he couldn't breathe, which made him feel uncomfortable instinctively.

Where is this place?

He didn't move, a cluster of flames ignited at his fingertips, and the fire light dispelled the darkness, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, seeing the scene in front of him, the cluster of solar fire jumped violently a few times, and then went out again.

He never imagined that there was still someone taking a bath in this weird place, and he happened to see that person coming out of the bath just now.

The flashing picture happened to be clear and sharp. He could clearly see the man's straight back, narrow waist, and strange ink-colored traces that crawled up to his waist. He didn't know what it was Things, but printed on the fair skin of the man, it looked a little more thrilling and beautiful, like black petals wrapped around his body.

"..."

Fortunately, the divine fire went out automatically under the agitation of his mood, otherwise, he really couldn't explain how to explain this flustered situation.

Fluctlight pinched his ears, feeling very hot.

"...I'm sorry," he explained incoherently: "I, I didn't expect someone to be here. I accidentally offended you. I'm sorry."

That person didn't speak, the dark place was even more oppressive, Fluctlight lowered his eyes sullenly, not knowing what to do.

Chu Ci was also a little surprised. He had been looking for this kid for a few days, but he didn't expect him to suddenly come over at this time.

But there was only one point, and then, he curled the corners of his lips viciously, and darted in front of the kid.

Fluctlight felt a cold, steamy hand pinch his chin.

"Little devil," this man's voice sounded extremely gentle, and also slightly familiar, as if... as if the voice that had been crying in his heart.

He rolled his eyes helplessly, and heard the man say slowly, "How did you find this place?"

"I heard someone crying." After a long while, Yaoguang asked cautiously, "The crying person...is that you?"

"Yes or no, what does it matter to you?" the man said lazily.

"I can help you," Yaoguang replied impulsively, "If you encounter difficulties, maybe I can help you."

After finishing speaking, he felt that it was not good for him to say that. He still didn't know whether this person was a good person or a bad person, but after thinking about it, he didn't feel regretful.

The man withdrew his hand and walked away from him.

Yaoguang held his breath and waited for a long time, but before the man's answer, he was suddenly a little disappointed.

"Can I light a lamp," he asked dejectedly, "It's so dark in here, I'm not used to it."

Chu Ci paused: "Come on."

The sun god fire rose again, illuminating the place that had been dark for a long time, but it was too bright, dazzling.

Chu Ci closed his eyes, and the fluttering light, which had been watching him since the fire was lit up, quickly dimmed the fire a lot, "Aren't you used to such a bright light? I dimmed it, so you can open your eyes now."

That ray of divine fire was indeed much dimmer, but it was still his natural enemy after all, even if he closed his eyes, he could still feel its blazing heat.

Chu Ci sighed softly: "Stay away from me."

Fluolight made the fire smaller again, until the wisp of fire shrunk to the size of water droplets, and the light of the fire was as dim as the sunset: "Is this better?"

Chu Ci didn't want to talk.

Fluctlight felt that this should be all right. After a moment of silence, he asked tentatively, "Can I see you?"

"Let me see if you can?"

"Where is this place, why are you here?"

"Have you been here all alone?"

Maybe it was because he hadn't heard others speak for a long time, but Chu Ci felt that this little boy talked a lot, chattering more than a bird.

Yaoguang was born without much sense of fear. He is the Golden Crow in charge of the sun's fire, which can burn all things. What in the world can scare him?

But he didn't know why, but he was a little afraid of the person in front of him. He was afraid when he didn't speak, and he was afraid when he didn't move.

Fearful, he still wanted to see this person, so he bravely took a few steps forward: "Let me meet you, okay..."

Chu Ci turned around and suddenly appeared in front of him. The wind blew through his long hair, blowing a fragrance all over the place.

He curled the corner of his lips maliciously: "Do you want to see me?"

Fluctuate: "..."

He took a breath, and even forgot how the raised footsteps fell.

He had never seen such a good-looking person, so good to see... He couldn't help but blush just looking at it.

"I I I..."

Fluctuating "I" for a long time, he was rarely stuck, didn't know what to say, he didn't dare to look at this person, his eyes wandered around, he saw the chain on his ankle, and he found it. What to say: "Who kept you here?"

There was anger in his voice that he hadn't noticed.

Chu Ci replied lazily: "Who knows, maybe it's a little fool who can't even speak clearly."

Yaoguang frowned, and after a while, he realized belatedly that this person might be talking about him.

"I'm not stupid," retorted Fluctlight, "I can't keep you here either."

"Oh? Why is it impossible?"

"Because, because..."

Chu Ci took a step in front of him, the distance between the two of them was so close that breathing could be heard: "Huh? Why?"

"..."

There were countless knots in Yaoguang's mind, and he couldn't think of a word to say. He opened his mouth in vain, and the next moment, with a "bang", he turned into a golden chicken cub.

Probably because his face was covered, Fluctlight was no longer so nervous that he lost his voice, and spoke very calmly: "Chirp—"

Chu Ci lowered his eyes: "..."

What a bird.

The little bird hopped around quite comfortably, and finally jumped on the chain that held him twice: "Chirp, chirp, chirp."

What kind of bird language did you speak? I couldn't understand it.

Chu Ci picked him up, lowered his voice, and said softly and slowly: "You're just having a dream, go back."

"boom--"

Shocked, she rolled off the bed.

He opened his eyes, didn't stand up immediately, but stayed for a moment, covering his heart in loss.

It was just a dream.

But why would he suddenly have such a dream?

Thinking of the person he saw in his dream and the picture he accidentally saw, his face blushed uncontrollably again.

He has seen in the book that when people reach the age of knowing Mu Shaoai, they will have some unspeakable dreams. Could it be that he is also at this age?

Then he, then he is quite good at dreaming... The person in the dream can be so good-looking.

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