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Chapter 12 There should be a big hot pot before leaving(1/2)

The Galaxy Alliance has been controlled by Zhao Layue and Qing'er, and Qingshan's ancestor has left, and there is no threat at this moment.

The agreement between Xue Ji and Jing Jiu has ended, so what should I do next?

The devastation caused by the Sea of ​​Dark Things is still hundreds of years later, but she is here.

Then will she become the biggest threat to humanity?

Zhao Layue looked at Tongyan and said, "If it weren't for Xue Ji's life, we wouldn't be here."

If Jing Jiu wants Xue Ji to die, he only needs to stay on Mars before, waiting for the solar system sword formation to collapse, and the fleet of the Galaxy Alliance will drive in. Why risk coming to Zuxing? Now it ends like this.

Tong Yan said with a expressionless face: "The situation has changed, and now is the best opportunity to kill Xue Ji."

Peng Lang said, "I don't think so."

Tongyan was silent for a while and said, "It's just a joke, why bother to be so serious?"

It was rare for him to say such sarcastic words. Everyone knew that it was because he saw Peng Lang's attitude clearly and understood that it would cost more to kill Xue Ji at this moment, but he could also hear that he was really relaxed.

The ancestor is dead, and nothing is wrong in the world.

Only Jing Jiu is in danger of death.

Everyone's eyes fell on him again.

He slowly lifted the blanket on his body.

The movement is slow, or clumsy, like not knowing how to raise your arms and spread your fingers.

Just like when he walked out of the waterfall many years ago, he walked out of the hillside and started chopping wood to the shore.

He glanced at Liu Shisui.

Liu Shisui understood what he meant, took out the Ten Thousand Soul Banner as fast as possible, and gently covered him.

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner was shattered by Shen Qingshan's sword intent, covering the same ragged body.

The picture is miserable and ugly.

Countless extremely dark soul fires left the banner and subsided into that body.

Jing Jiu's expression felt a little more comfortable.

Zhao Layue pulled off a piece of her sleeve, grabbed some water from the air and wet it, and began to carefully wipe the blood for him.

Jing Jiu said: "Let Qing'er go."

Zhao uttered.

Qing'er flew out and looked at Jing Jiu's appearance, and was shocked.

Before she could ask anything, she heard Zhao Layue's words.

"Go to the sun and tell Ada that it's okay, come back."

Qing'er couldn't help but look at Jing Jiu again, waved her transparent wings and flew towards the sky.

After counting breaths, she turned into a blue bird and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The solar system sword formation is about to be completely destroyed. There is no sword intent in space, so she can fly to the sun quickly.

"The collapse of the sword formation is over."

Zhao Layue calculated the time and said to Jing Jiu: "The fleet should be here."

Jing Jiu didn't say anything.

Looking at this scene, everyone was helpless.

Now his body is like a room full of holes, and he can only let the cold wind pass through.

That childlike soul was like a light in the room, persisting in the cold wind.

Now the house may collapse at any time and the lamp oil is almost gone. How can the flame not be extinguished?

"Make a hot pot." Jing Jiu suddenly said, "Since you have to wait a while."

Zhuo Rusui said in surprise: "I didn't realize that you like hot pot before? Did you change your temperament after ascension? No... Even if you want to eat, how do you eat now? Everything you eat must leak out of your stomach..."

Zhao Layue glared at him.

Jing Jiu said, "I want to see you eat."

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No matter the last meal before his death, I really just wanted to see it. Since he made the request, the disciples naturally had to do it, and they had to do it beautifully.

Zhuo Rusui moved tables and chairs from the cave, and got seasonings and several ingredients from somewhere.

Liu Shisui went to the forest deep in the island to pick some fresh mushrooms and some green vegetables.

Ensheng stood by the sea, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chen Yun buried standing by the pool, thinking about his father.

Huaxi sat back on the small stool and started fishing expressionlessly.

Zhao Luyue whispered to Jing Jiu in the wheelchair, but his spiritual sense kept staring at her.

It didn't take long to prepare everything.

Liu Shisui bounced his fingers, and a magic flame gathered at the bottom of the pot, emitting a steady stream of heat.

Zhuo Rusui cut the coconut into pieces and cook them with water, then add coconut milk, and gradually a sweet aroma emerges.

Zhao Layue looked at Huaxi fishing a few fish and said, "I'll go ask her for some."

Everyone thought about the scene where Shen Qingshan and Chen Yun buried their father and son's heads floating in the pool before, and shook their heads repeatedly.

Zhao Layue said: "Do you need to boil mushrooms in water? This is not good-looking."

This hot pot is not for eating, it is for viewing, so it is very important to look good.

Peng Lang flew out of the sea with a few sword lights, carrying a lot of lobsters and crabs in his hand.

Zhuo Rusui was granted a general amnesty and quickly said, "The coconut seafood pot looks extremely refreshing, and he must like it."

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The clear soup in the pot had just boiled, and the clouds in the sky also boiled.

The Lieyang battleship broke through the clouds and fell, bringing strong winds and uneasiness to the surface of the planet that had just calmed down.

The warship did not land directly on the sea surface, but only more than ten clear lights flashed by, and there were more people on the beach.

Those were immortals who were taken from Mars by the Lieyang battleship.

Xian Jian Ensheng greeted him, met with Master Shenda and others, and began to tell what happened here.

Que Niang and others naturally headed towards the hot pot. Seeing Jing Jiu's current appearance, they immediately exclaimed.

The previous immortals such as the Divine Dhath Master confirmed the death of the ancestor, and were extremely shocked and extremely sad.

The beach is as quiet as a grave, and the exclamations and speeches at the hot pot table are inevitably a little harsh.

The black-clad demon fairy Gu You looked over there and said expressionlessly: "Is this celebrating?"

"What else can I celebrate for them?" Ensheng looked over and said with emotion.

Que Niang and others surrounded the wheelchair.

A very deep wound started from the corner of Jing Jiu's left eye and continued down through his face and neck.

The once perfect face now looks a bit scary.

He covered the ragged soul banner, like a dead person.

Yes, what can I celebrate?

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"I'm not dead yet, don't cry." Jing Jiu said impatiently: "Go to eat yours."

Zhao leyue didn't eat, just looked at him.

Tongyan did nothing and didn't plan to eat. She sat under a coconut tree to rest.

Que Niang and others dared not be disobedient. They picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and the table suddenly became crowded.

For hundreds of years, Su Ziye has always regarded himself as the direct descendant of Shenmo Peak. When he saw Zhao Layue, he called him the eldest lady. He had a few hot pots at Shenmo Peak and joined in very familiarly. However, he would look at Jing Jiu from time to time and think that even if the Ten Thousand Soul Banner is not abandoned, he is afraid he can't take it away. The eldest lady will definitely let it be buried with Jing Jiu.

The soup in the pot kept boiling, fog growing, and it disappeared before it could even enter the clouds.

The disciples kept eating the dishes that Liu Shisui had with chopsticks. In addition to not talking much and not having a lot of fun, the atmosphere was really similar to the scene when eating hot pot in Shenmofeng in the past.

Those immortals of the previous generation were not sure that Shenmofeng usually did not eat hot pot to celebrate what big things they did, but their habits before doing big things such as the civil strife of Qingshan, such as Jing Jiu ascends, and he might die in such a moment.

As we were eating, everyone suddenly found that there was one more person.
To be continued...
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