The cold and arrogant Tianjiao is really fragrant after being teased

Brain storage.

In the 1521st year of the mortal world calendar, it is the beginning of summer.

Fallen Cloud Mountain

A thousand-weaving butterfly emitting a bright white light flew across the underground river in a cave. There was a stone platform in the center of the cave.

A dark golden green dragon coffin was placed there quietly. In the middle of the coffin lid was painted an ancient and complex prohibition, and there was a faint golden spiritual power flowing.

Thousand Weaving Butterflies flew above the coffin and dripped the water drops in their mouths containing the power of morning light into the flowing restriction.

In an instant, the ban was broken!

Inside the coffin, a beautiful woman with a cold temperament was lying quietly, her clothes were torn and stained with blood.

A green lotus hung on the woman's forehead, and green spiritual power continued to flow in her body.

At this time, Dizaka was walking somewhere, and suddenly she seemed to hear crying, weak and small like a child's.

The appearance of this crying made her heart, which had been calm for who knows how many years, begin to become excited.

Suddenly, a gentle green spiritual power appeared and brought her out of this lifeless world.

The emperor's eyelashes moved slightly in the coffin, and the originally soft crying sound became amplified in his ears.

She opened her eyes and raised her hand slightly, wanting to see where she was. When the other party noticed her movement, the crying stopped abruptly.

A childlike voice came from beside her and reached her ears: "Are you awake..."

Dizaka said "hmm" in confusion. If she remembered correctly, she should be in a coffin now.

In the pitch-black environment, he couldn't see his hand in front of him. Feeling the long-lost flow of spiritual power in his body, Emperor Qian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Spiritual power gathered in his hands, and Emperor Qi raised his hand and slammed it towards the coffin lid, which was shaken open with a crack.

The soft light from the crystal above the cave shone into the coffin. Emperor Qian shielded his eyes with his hands to adapt to the light that he had not seen for a long time.

When she was almost acclimated, she reached out to open the coffin lid and sat up.

A chain flew from her body to her front, and a spirit that looked only about ten years old appeared and sat on the chain.

Dizha looked at the spirit in front of her. It was small, with a rag hanging from its body and messy hair. She asked in confusion, "Were you crying just now?"

The spirit rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that this cold-looking beauty was his master, he said aggrievedly: "I... I'm afraid of the dark... It's too dark there, and you, Master, are still asleep..."

"Master?" Di Qi raised her eyebrows. Although she didn't know how long she had been suppressed in this coffin, she was not so bad that she couldn't remember that there was a spirit in her contract.

The weapon spirit blinked its tear-filled eyes and explained seriously, "Yes, I have been by my master's side since I was born.

I was originally just a chain, but after being stained with your blood, I gained intelligence over the years."

Emperor Zhao stood up and walked out of the coffin. He sat on the edge of the stone platform, looked at his reflection in the river, and spoke again: "Then do you know what day it is?"

The weapon spirit used its own chain as its mount and flew to Emperor Zhao's side.

He counted on his fingers and said seriously, "I have been in that dark box for a thousand years since I was born. As for how long it was before that, I don't know..."

A thousand years, I wonder how much time has passed in those incalculable years.

Emperor Xuan looked at his reflection in the river silently. Although cultivators were not afraid of time, as long as their cultivation was high enough, their appearance would not change much at all.

But as Emperor Taizong looked at this face that had not changed at all, his confusion grew heavier.

The spirit looked at its master in silence, thinking it was useless. Then, with tears in its eyes, it asked, "Master..."

The aggrieved voice brought Emperor Qi back to his senses from his deep thoughts: "What's the matter?" The voice was cold and without a trace of warmth.

The spirit of the weapon looked at her, but when he saw the indifference in her eyes, he could only speak cautiously.

"Am I too useless..."

"No," Di Qi interrupted him. She took off her moon-white clothes that had already been torn and stained with blood, and walked into the dark river to wash.

Seeing that she did not blame him, the spirit of the weapon touched his empty belly. He had been born for a thousand years.

But for some reason, he seemed to only grow one year older every hundred years. Even so, he had been hungry for ten years...

He looked up and saw the crystal above the cave, smacking his lips. This... should be edible, right?