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Sixuan, who Raymond said was sleeping soundly, was not as calm as he appeared on the surface at the moment. Recently, he always recalled the past in his dreams, and this time was no exception.

In the dream, he returned to the time when he just woke up from a deep sleep.

The castle of the Vanjo family is shrouded in the shadow of the night, like a monster hidden in the dark, depressing and scary.

A huge jet-black coffin was carefully transported in under the darkness of night.

In the icy underground palace, a group of people wearing black cloaks surrounded the coffin without the slightest hesitation to pry open the top coffin cover, and another layer of coffin cover suddenly appeared under the black painted coffin cover. The crimson coffin lid is painted with many complicated patterns with black paint, which looks exquisite and luxurious.

"The phoenix will be reborn from the fire. The more reborn, the less dead it is. Hmph, it's a monster that can't die after living for so long!" Under the black cloak, a woman with a very young voice said with a sneer.

"If he's dead, what are we going to do to dig him out?" Another young man said in a bad tone.

"Since there is no mistake, let's open the coffin!" An old man's voice sounded.

"What did you Dongfang say? Oh, by the way, is it called a corpse? He must not be a corpse. If he suddenly jumps out and bites me, I can't help but break his neck first." Young said the man.

"Bo Saixi, you talk too much nonsense." Under the cloak, a middle-aged beautiful woman cast a cold glance at the young man.

"Breaking his neck won't necessarily kill him. Whoever kills who will be determined at that time." The young woman sneered at Bo Saixi.

"Xinyao!" The middle-aged beautiful woman also looked at the young woman coldly, and the young woman called Xinyao stopped bickering with Bo Saixi.

Under the black cloak, Xinyao's long, pitch-black hair was exposed. She stretched out her white hand like jade to gently caress the black lacquer pattern on the red coffin, slowly and gently, as if in those thousands of years of lacquer. Rediscovered the memory that has been silent for many years.

"Let me see, after a thousand years, you are still the same as before, my High Priest!" Xinyao's hand on the coffin lid became more and more forceful, and the trace of resentment in her cold voice finally seemed like It is a vicious curse that makes the high priest of Jialan, Wu Sixuan, who has been sleeping for thousands of years, return to this disturbing and restless world.

The red coffin lid was opened, revealing a blue crystal coffin underneath. Through the coffin, a figure could be vaguely seen inside. The snow-white robes were clean and spotless, without a single wrinkle as if it were new.

"Why is it a child?!" Seeing the appearance of the person in the coffin, even the usually calm middle-aged woman couldn't help being a little surprised.

"What?! Impossible!" Xinyao was stunned for a while, and then violently lifted the lid of the crystal coffin like crazy.

The bone-piercing chill instantly covered the surrounding objects with a layer of frost. Immediately afterwards, a refreshing lotus fragrance spread wantonly. With no cover, the face of the person in the coffin could be seen more clearly.

With a delicate and beautiful face, snow-white and jade-like skin, a small bridge of nose and red lips under slender eyelashes like feathers, like a sleeping porcelain doll, it is hard to wake him up.

The fluffy light brown long hair is pulled up high and tied with a white jade crown, a green emerald jade hairpin passes through the hair bun, and the silver tassels on the jade hairpin are decorated on one side like mercury, and some big snow-colored robes The clothes are also embroidered with complicated patterns with silver threads. If you let him sit up, you can still see the arrogant, noble and cold phoenix on the long skirt behind him.

He is obviously a sleeping child, but he has a sense of awe that makes people shy away from him, like a budding green lotus, aloof and glamorous that cannot be stained by the world.

"It's him, it's him, High Priest, I can recognize him even if he turns into ashes!" Xinyao staggered back two steps, with tears in the corners of her eyes, she didn't know it was crying Still smiling.

"I thought she was such a big beauty, but it turned out to be just a child, oh, I'm so disappointed! But it's not bad at all, the little beauty's embryo will definitely look like I like when it grows up!" A stubbled face The middle-aged man fumbled for his chin and squinted at Wu Sixuan in the coffin. Although his expression was a bit wretched, the man's handsome appearance did not diminish.

Xinyao looked over coldly, her eyes were a little cold, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Renrouxiang, Yingxiongzhong, you will not be the first person to die for him, nor will you be the last."

The middle-aged wretched uncle folded his hands and looked up and down at Xinyao and said coolly, "Are you jealous of him?"

Xinyao's pretty face was distorted for a moment, and when she was about to explode, she was stopped by the old man next to her. The old man obviously had a high status, and when he spoke, everyone calmed down.

"Body, secret method, shrink." The girl who had been holding the white crystal ball with her head down said slowly.

"What Rorana means is that he used some powerful secret technique, so that his body was damaged and shrunk into a child." A young man standing next to the girl said indifferently.

Xinyao's expression hidden under the cloak changed indistinctly when she heard the words, and she didn't say anything.

The girl Ruolana grabbed Wu Sixuan's finger and put it in her mouth to bite. Her sharp teeth pierced Wu Sixuan's finger. The wound was not too big or too small like a small dark hole without a trace of blood flowing out. It is slowly healing at a slow speed that is slightly invisible to the naked eye.

Ruolana pointed her white finger at Wu Sixuan's chest and said, "Blood, there is no circulation, here."

"It's not surprising that he is in a state of suspended animation and his blood is not circulating. No matter what, let's wake him up first." William with a pair of blue eyes said.

As a result, Wu Sixuan was awakened from a deep sleep, but Wu Sixuan woke up without a trace of memory about the past, like an innocent but intelligent child.

However, even though he had woken up, there was still no trace of blood flowing on his body, like a living corpse, which was so weird that it made people shudder.

Eden—the source of all good and evil, he was given such a name and was imprisoned in Curse's headquarters base as an experimental subject, a glass greenhouse, a beautiful cage without freedom, he was like a A bird with a broken wing lives in a false world.

Until, that day...

On the other side of the Eastern Mysterious Realm, the artifact of the witch clan broke out, and it resonated strongly with its owner thousands of miles away, because the spirit of the witch priest Xuan in his body had not awakened, so that the connection between the artifact and him runaway.

In an unconscious state, he wanted to rush out of the cage that trapped him, and he regarded everything in front of him as a deadly enemy.

That day, his amber eyes seemed to have sucked in thousands of brilliance and glazed glass, and all the colors lost their meaning. The amber streamer, which was like a virus, spread throughout the whole city in less than an hour. The eyes of everyone in the Curse headquarters base.

Illusion is real, illusion is also false, true is also false, and false is also true. His amber eyes hide the most defenseless and dangerous weapon--the nightmare realm.

With just one look from him, the entire headquarters of Curse fell into countless illusions. In the illusion where the real and the fake could not be distinguished, a killing was staged. He just escaped from this prisoner in the ending without bloodshed. The cage that trapped him for a long time.

He was indeed looking for the artifact of the Wu Clan—Jiu Zhe this time, but he was not looking for Jiu Zhe to survive...

In this regard, he had indeed deceived Diris.

But in his heart, Diris was just an insignificant passerby, even if he was cheated, it was Diris' unreasonableness first.

Unreasonable violations again and again, regardless of his feelings, he was imprisoned by his side, and even put a poisonous curse on his wound. The purpose is to make it difficult for him to take an inch and then submit obediently, and then become without dignity and only beg for mercy.

Sixuan, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes. It was pitch black outside and there was no sign of Raymond in the room. The room was so quiet that even a needle could be heard.

Sixuan sat up slowly and rubbed his sore forehead.

"How long do you have to watch? I never taught you to do such a rude thing." Si Xuan said suddenly, and a figure slowly appeared in the room where there was no one.

The visitor walked to the bed unhurriedly, and the fragmented moonlight from outside the window illuminated his face.

On his handsome and picturesque face, there is a pair of watery peach blossom eyes with endless sadness, and the tear mole in the corner of his left eye makes his demeanor constantly change between melancholy and enchanting.

He leaned forward, covering Sixuan in his shadow, and looked at Sixuan with a pair of dark and shining eyes, with indescribable love in his eyes.

"Emperor Master, my high priest, you have finally returned to me after a thousand years of separation." Chun Yulu's soft voice was like light rain in March, delicate and gentle, full of longing and affection but yet Afraid of disturbing the other party, he was full of caution.

Sixuan's expression was always calm, as if they met yesterday without any disturbance, "I swore to be loyal to the king of Jialan forever, Chunyu Lie is dead, you are the emperor of Jialan, I always will come back to you."

A strange look flashed across Chunyulu's eyes, but he soon returned to normal. He stared at Sixuan intently, as if he wanted to engrave him in his eyes. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "Yes, you don't care. No matter what, I will not break my promise, but I can't wait for you to come to me, it has been thousands of years, I have waited for too long, so I came to you."

Si Xuan seemed to be avoiding his eyes unintentionally, lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "Next time you come, take me away, don't hurt the people here."

"That's natural. You don't belong here. This body is about to reach its limit. We have to get your body back as soon as possible." Having said that, Chunyulu's eyes suddenly became a little cold, "Whether it is Whoever brings you out of the seal, I will definitely make his life worse than death!"

A complex look flashed in Sixuan's eyes, "Your killing intent is getting stronger."

The chill in Chunyu Lu's eyes dissipated in an instant, and he said pitifully with a trace of expectation: "You never called me by my name before, do I have the right to let you call me 'Lü' now?"

"..." After a long silence, Si Xuancai slowly said: "You are the king of Jialan, I will promise you whatever you want me to do."

A sourness flashed in Chunyulu's eyes, and he said in his heart: Everything has nothing to do with me, Chunyulu, in your heart, only Jialan...

"I am your king, and you belong to my priest. I have been looking forward to this day for so long that I don't feel heartache after losing so much. Only for you, I can't let it go, I can't let go." Chunyu Lv sighed softly in his heart, his hand rested next to Sixuan's cheek but never touched it, and then his whole body slowly disappeared into the night like a cloud of mist.