(Mobei, Tomb of Despair, Hibiscus Garden)

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The Son of Heaven held a small handful of fish food in his hand and sat facing the lotus pond. He stared at the group of koi competing for food in the pool, and his bewitching face showed a thick tired face.

After looking at the lotus for a while, he seemed to think of something, slapped the fish food in his hand, leaned into his arms again, took out the black porcelain net bottle that the ghost area gave him, poured it down in his palm with the bottom facing the sky, and poured out three pills with a pungent taste. He was afraid that there was still one in the bottle, so he shook the bottle again, and he was sure that there were indeed only three pills left in the Gathering God Pill.

"Four months......," he muttered, "plus the one I just took, I have four months to spare, and that's providence." But, as things stand, will I really survive until the day when the night of the snow wolf crying moon? As long as I live, I will not be able to sleep, lest the unscrupulous infiltrate the dream and steal the key to the gates of the clouds. There is also this demon realm treasure blood, even when I am awake, I have to be on guard at all times and take precautions everywhere, let alone after my consciousness drifts away. How many people are watching me in the Tomb of Despair? Although these people are like flies and bugs, I must not deal with them lightly, otherwise it will be tantamount to startling the grass and snakes. They're waiting for an opportunity to make a move, waiting for the moment when I can't hold on anymore. ”

Thinking of this, he was so sad and indignant that he stood up with his hands behind his back and paced back and forth restlessly on the white marble bridge.

"And the blood of the demon world, the ivory box containing the soul of Xiangli, in my hands, this is another target of Nanfeng's theft, compared to the key, he is even more determined to get it. Either way, I can't let him get it......!

In the midst of extreme anxiety, his mind suddenly crossed the Dao Spiritual Light, his tired eyes glowed, and his back, which was bent by exhaustion, also straightened, "If I die now, instead of falling asleep, will this person whom I have called my father for many years continue to try to break into my dreams? The human brain is like an oil lamp, once the oil runs out and the lamp withers, the memory of the past life will be disillusioned with the lamp and never rekindled." Even if he is profound, and with the help of Yun Qing, who understands the Heaven Destroying Curse, he will not be able to kill people, so that the key can be properly and thoughtfully protected?"

The thought, like a meteor, flashed by him, made him excited, but in the blink of an eye, he was still sad.

"In terms of Nanfeng's catty, using the demon clan's soul resting Dafa to fake his death is not a problem to deceive him. But when they were in Yehuling, the eldest brother and Xuan Luo talked about the stranger named Nangong Xiang, and just listening to it, they knew that it was extremely unusual. If this person appears, I am afraid that the situation in the Six Realms will become doubly confusing. If he is really as powerful as we imagined, I am only afraid of deceiving him with ordinary witchcraft. To solve the problem fundamentally, I really need to lock the breath and return to peace...... This cruel death is the exclusive punishment of the demon king, how can I use it on myself and never wake up...... And ......"

The excitement, thinking that it had all dissipated at this time, the tiredness on his face returned, and there was a wry smile, "Fake death? Real death? For those who are about to die, what is the meaning of the difference between one word? It's hard to say that at that time, Nangong Xiang will also show his face, which makes me move with the times. ”

When he made up his mind, his ups and downs calmed down. In the pool, koi fish are playing happily, stirring up the water in the pool. He smiled tiredly, looked at the three pills in his hand again, then put his hands together and rubbed them firmly and vigorously, and when his hands were spread out again, the pills had broken into powder, and when he blew on him, they drifted away.

(To be continued.) )