Chapter 802 The jealous woman in the extra chapter is so terrible
On the ancient wasteland, the night is as dark as ink.
Xi hugged her knees with her hands and sat quietly by the campfire. The orange-red flames leaped continuously, reflecting in her clear and mirror-like pupils.
Since the master left, she has been silent and has not spoken for many days.
As these days, she often unconsciously opened her arms, and the figure of her master appeared in her mind, imagining that she hugged him tightly and prevented him from leaving. But even in the fantasy, his figure gradually faded away and eventually disappeared without a trace like light smoke.
Where did he go?
Xi didn't know.
She didn't even know his name.
He was like an illusory dream.
If it weren't for the traces he left on her - the complex and beautiful holy fire totem, the dazzling and hot phoenix wings, and the practice method deeply engraved in her mind...< br>
She would even wonder if he had actually existed in this world.
Whenever there was no one around, she would gently slide her fingertips across her skin, sketching out the rune patterns he had drawn with his own hands.
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Xi spent several days in a trance, and day and night alternately rotated in her eyes.
It was not until dawn on the seventh day that she finally broke free from the quagmire of memories.
At this moment, a burning heat came from her palm—
It was the "flint" left to her by the master.
It is as dark as ink, with a dark luster, and its surface is covered with natural mysterious patterns - those patterns meander and flow, echoing the burning totem of the holy fire on her skin, as if it comes from the same source. "Master left this thing to me, and after all, I hope I can cheer up..." She thought silently in her heart.
"He said that this flint can help my tribe members awaken their bloodlines, let them learn to practice, and have the power to fight against ghosts.
"Maybe, when my tribe and I become strong enough, one day in the future... I will be able to go to my master's hometown and see him again."
While thinking, she looked at the other side of the bonfire Walk to one side.
The tribes of the Red Fire Tribe sat around the campfire in groups of three or three, holding the wild beasts they had just hunted and roasted, swallowing in big mouths. Under the blazing firelight, satisfaction and tiredness appeared on their faces. .
Xi's eyes slowly flew past everyone, and finally stopped on an old man with a vicissitudes of face.
That was her grandfather, the leader of the Chihuo Tribe, Gao Xin.
Gao Xin slowly raised her head, and her slightly cloudy gaze fell on Xi.
He felt deeply relieved when he saw his granddaughter finally walked out of the melancholy of parting.
But Xi's next actions shocked him.
Xi walked up to him, knelt down, and solemnly put the flint in his hand into his palm.
"Grandpa, this is something that Master left to me. It can allow you to awaken your bloodline like me and have the power to fight against ghosts."
"What is left by Lord God?"
Gaoxin's fingers trembled slightly, and he slowly clamped the flint.
In an instant, a warm breath penetrated into the blood vessels through the palm of the palm, as if a blazing flames fell into the cold deep well, and like a dazzling light that suddenly lit up in the endless darkness.
Gao Xin's pupils suddenly contracted.
He clearly felt a hot temperature spreading in his body, as if the long-silent blood was ignited and slowly boiling!
This power is strange and familiar, as if it has been buried deep in the soul, quietly waiting to be awakened. "This..." Gao Xin murmured softly, and her old voice was incredible.
He slowly raised his other hand, and a ray of flame suddenly jumped up in his palm.
It may appear weak compared to the blazing bonfire next to it.
But all the tribesmen present were dumbfounded by this-
After Jixi, their patriarch actually awakened his extraordinary power!
At this moment, shock and ecstasy were intertwined in everyone's heart, as if flint ignited not only Gao Xin's bloodline, but also the hope that the entire Red Fire Tribe had been silent for a long time.
Since the patriarch can also awaken the extraordinary power - does this mean that with the help of the holy objects left by the gods, each of them has the opportunity to become powerful?
In this wilderness where ghosts are rampant, can they also have the power to protect themselves and no longer have to escape everywhere, but instead take root here and build their own home?
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Time flies, and it is hundreds of years later.
On the wasteland, the first city of the human race stands tall.
Xi has become the legendary saint strongman. The name of "saint" is admired by the world and remembered by all races.
At this moment, she stood alone in the depths of the wasteland and returned to the place where she had first met with her master.
Time has not left any trace on her, and she is still young and beautiful.
But she knew that her life had come to an end.
In this life, she traveled all over the mountains and rivers, traveled around the world, fought countless times, and witnessed the rise of the human race from the end and taking root and sprouting on this land of ghosts and monsters.
She thought that one day she would find the trace of her master and asked him in person—
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"Where did you go after you left me?"
But she traveled all over the world, but she never found any trace of him.
The light looked up at the vast sky, the wind blew across the wasteland, blowing away the last ray of sunshine in the sky.
She took a deep breath, slowly knelt on the ground, gently brushing the soil he had stepped on. "Master, if you can't find you in this life, then continue to look for you in the next life... for a hundred lives, a thousand lives, I don't believe you will keep hiding from me."
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Thousands of years later.
The bedroom of Changchun Garden.
The night is quiet and the curtains are hanging low.
Zhao Yan lay quietly in Gu Xu's arms, buried her head in his chest, and whispered the story of her past and present life.
"You fickle man!" Suddenly, she turned her tone, her fingers quietly landed on his waist, and pinched her hard.
Gu Xu frowned slightly, and before he could react, he heard her continue to complain: "You left me and left me alone in the wasteland, but you ran to another woman. Wandering together!
"If I had known this, I would have to cultivate to the eighth level, step into the Hunyuan energy, travel through time and space, and go to the future to find you and your women for duel! "
She gritted her teeth and threatened, but her tone showed a bit of coquettishness. Her fingertips were still pressing against his waist, as if she was ready to do it again at any time.
Gu Xu smiled helplessly She smiled and her palms slid across her fair and smooth skin: "Have you forgotten?" After I returned from ancient times, wasn’t it you the first woman to “hang out”? ”
"Don't you even let go of your future self and want to go to duel with her?"
"Hmph, of course."
Zhao Yan twisted her body and raised a white line. Huahua's long legs pressed heavily on Gu Xu.
A jealous woman is so scary that she even eats her own jealousy!
Gu Xu complained silently in his heart.
"You evil disciple, how do you want your master to compensate you?" Zhao Yan's eyes rolled, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "This... Master, you don't know yet. "
Seeing her charming and charming look, Gu Xu only felt a heat flowing through his bloodline.
He suddenly turned over, like a tiger pounced on her, trapping her firmly under her.
The totem of the holy fire on her body was drawn by him.
Although many years later, he still clearly remembers the location of each pattern.
Today, with his memory, he once again outlined this complex and gorgeous pattern.
The difference is-
Last time, he used the Jinghong pen;
This time, he used the lips and the tip of his tongue.