Chapter 1322
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After all, Qi Huang is a tool spirit, not a real person.
But he's clearly a tool spirit, so why is he in such pain?
"Play the zither … play … play the zither …" Qi Huang spits out broken words with difficulty, "Jun … Jun Muyan, this … this Deity orders you … play … play the zither … don't … don't itch … itch …"
At this anxious moment, Muyan can't help but be amused.
This guy is still putting on airs at a time like this, still jealous of the itchy meat combo.
But seeing Qi Huang's painful appearance, Muyan doesn't argue with him this time. Instead, she gently strokes his long hair and softly says, "Okay, if it can alleviate your pain, I'll play the zither for you."
With that, she reaches out and the Tian Mo Qin is already in her hands.
The sound of the zither is like the gurgling of water, and also like the hands of the most gentle mother.
Gently, he caressed Qi Huang's soul, which had been tortured to the point where it was better to die than to live.
The trembling body slowly stops spasming.
The curled up youth also gradually stretches out from his lonely and lowly posture.
The beautiful face that's soaked in sweat faintly reveals a shallow satisfied smile.
Looking at the youth's sleeping appearance, Muyan breathes a sigh of relief.
She originally wanted to stop playing the zither, but she doesn't know why.
There's a voice in her heart telling her not to stop, to continue.
Muyan only hesitates for a moment.
The sound of the zither, which had already slowly stopped, slowly flies in the air again.
It's warm and soft, quiet and holy.
It's like a touch of … light that illuminates the deepest darkness of hell.
= = =
Xiuxian Continent, Netherworld Region.
The River of Forgetfulness is a river that all Immortals in the Netherworld Region love, but also fear to the bones.
Fear because the River of Forgetfulness, whether it's the river water or the water vapor that evaporates in the air, are all highly corrosive.
That corrosion is not only the destruction of the body, but also the infinite torture of the soul.
Even if the River of Forgetfulness only touches a little bit, the pain is not something that ordinary people can bear.
And true love, because the [Dark Yin Sacred Flame] on the River of Forgetfulness is the symbol of the rise and fall of the entire Netherworld Region.
The more vigorously the [Dark Yin Sacred Flame] burns, the more power the people of the Netherworld Region can obtain.
On the contrary, once the [Dark Yin Sacred Flame] weakened, their strength would decline day by day.
All the people of the Nether Region hoped that the [Dark Yin Sacred Flame] could burn.
But a long, long time ago, the [Dark Yin Sacred Flame] was on the verge of extinguishing.
Some people even tried to sacrifice themselves to get close to the River of Forgetfulness and ignite the [Dark Yin Holy Flame].
However, before he could even touch the Holy Flame, his soul had already dissipated.
And these days, the [Dark Yin Holy Flame] that should have been extinguished had actually begun to reignite.
The people of the Nether Domain were going crazy with joy.
The sounds of people singing and dancing, laughing and talking could be heard everywhere.
Even the Lord of the Netherworld Domain had an excited smile on his face.
They were all waiting for that moment.
With the [Dark Yin Sacred Flame] truly ignited, their strength returned to its peak.
At that time, they would have the ability to contend with the [Polar Domain] for hegemony under the heavens, and the ability to ascend to the throne.
However, when everyone in the Nether Realm was celebrating …
But no one heard the heart-wrenching cries in the River of Forgetfulness, as well as the pain-filled moans that were being suppressed.
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