Has the Holy Son been sacked by the Devil Emperor today?

After leaving the place that trapped him for three years, Feng Xijue was a little confused about where he was going, it seemed that he really had nowhere to go.

He chose to return to the ruins of the temple under the Passo Mountains again, where he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

However, the temple in the Passo Mountains seems to be much more prosperous than it was three years ago, and there will be people coming and going to worship the God of Light. This is because the reborn Holy Magister Miller is guarding the God of Light here.

Looking at the scar on Feng Xijue's face, Miller just smiled slightly at that time: "You are free."

These words made Feng Xijue feel so relaxed.

Yes, he is free.

Then, Miller took in Feng Xijue who had nowhere to go.

Therefore, Feng Xijue also found something for himself, he became the gardener in this ruined temple.

The temple should be holy, beautiful and full of vitality. Feng Xijue thought that he could plant flowers and trees here to make this temple the same as the one he used to live in.

He never went to pray in front of the statue of the God of Light. He was indeed not worthy of being a follower of the God of Light, even though he was the Son of God who was the most beloved of the God of Light.

Gradually, people who came and went to worship knew this gardener who liked to stay in the garden. After all, there were only two people in this temple. One was the holy magister Miller, and the other was this ugly but gentle gardener. .

Feng Xijue thought that his face would always scare others, so he went to buy a crude mask. The mask stuck to his upper face and covered his scars. Those gentle and vicissitudes of eyes always Makes it difficult to associate the word ugly with him.

Feng Xijue is very satisfied with his current life. Although he has lost a lot, he feels extremely lucky to have such an ending.

"Although it's very bitter, drink it up later. You've been coughing badly these days." The holy magister gently put the medicine in his hand on the table. He looked at the pale Feng Xijue, feeling a little Worry up.

Feng Xijue lived in a small room in the temple, which was arranged by Miller for him, and it was relatively quiet and remote.

At night, Feng Xijue would cough frequently. This was the aftereffect of the beating. At that time, he was kicked by Cecil and suffered internal injuries. In addition, he did not recover well afterwards. His body Was very traumatized.

It's a pity that Miller can only treat the magician's injuries, Feng Xijue is just an ordinary person, Miller has no way to cure him, he can only hang his life with medicine.

"Thank you, Lord Miller." Feng Xijue expressed his thanks sincerely.

"You don't need to thank me, everything you suffered is because of me." Miller lowered his eyes, and he twitched the corners of his mouth, with a hint of apology in his tone: "I can't guarantee that you can live for ten years. Among them, there is a rib that has been broken for many years."

"I know……"

"In fact, staying with Cecil would be a better choice for you... At least, he can keep him alive." Miller's eyebrows flashed with unbearable color.

"I don't care how long I can live. For the remaining days, one extra day counts as one day. If I stay with him, I will die." Feng Xijue lowered his head, quietly looking at the pale face reflected in the water glass. For himself, he only felt that he was living like a human being now.

"Okay, Lord Miller..." Feng Xijue took a deep breath, raised his head, and smiled faintly: "Aren't you going to receive guests in a few days? You can't be so sad."

"Okay, okay." Miller sighed helplessly.

"Then I'll go first, remember to drink the medicine."

The holy magister tilted his head, and then he slowly disappeared into the air.

After Miller left, Feng Xijue covered his mouth and coughed fiercely. The rib pierced his lung, and his chest hurt very much when he coughed. He quickly picked up the water glass tremblingly, poured the water Drank it down.

Only then did his breathing become much calmer.

In a few days, the visitors from the Fox Clan will come. Feng Xijue knows that they are here to meet the senior Holy Magister Miller.

Fox Emperor Qiongze will also come.

Feng Xijue touched his scar, he slowly closed his eyes, and stayed awake all night.

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In the early morning, the ruined temple was surrounded by white mist, and the solemn bells woke up the believers near the mountains.

It's a beautiful sunny day.

"Jiujiu! Where are you going?!" When walking towards the gate of the temple, Su Yi grabbed the jumping girl who loves to run around in front of her. She was afraid that something would happen to the child who ran around. , after all, this is not the fox clan.

"I'm going to the temple! I want to be the first to see Lord Miller!" Jiujiu pouted, and the admiration for Miller seemed to overflow from his words.

The girl's soft voice made the Fox Emperor slightly frowned, and his heart softened again.

"Let her go, the temple is safe." Qiong Ze gestured to Su Yi with his eyes, did he know that this little girl's idol is the Holy Magister Miller.Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought this little guy here on purpose this time.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Jiu Jiu smiled sweetly.

"Okay, be careful, don't run into the holy magister!" Su Yi ordered, but the little girl had quickly turned into a little fox and rushed into the temple.

Qiong Ze raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Lingchen felt that Qiongze loved Jiujiu more than Bai Heng, so that she didn't bring Bai Heng here this time, maybe she was a little tired after walking many flights of stairs, and Lingchen leaned in Qiongze's arms depressed.

This is the youngest daughter of the Jianze family. For some reason, since the first time he saw her three years ago, Qiongze has liked her very much. She is a lively little white fox.

Maybe it's a blood connection, Su Yi thought so.

Jiu Jiu was only four years old, but he looked very much like his other father, he was carved out of the same mold, and his crimson eyes were even more like that person's eyes.

Su Yi sighed softly inwardly.

After escaping from Su Yi, the little white fox jumped into the main hall of the temple. No one knew how much she longed to see the great Lord Miller!

However, maybe she was running too fast, bumped into those passing believers unexpectedly, and then fell hard to the ground.

"Oh! Where did the ignorant little fox come from!?" The tall man raised the little white fox that was screaming in pain with one hand, and he frowned ferociously with his thick eyebrows.

"Uncle, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The little white fox waved its paws, and the good upbringing made her apologize repeatedly, regardless of her sore leg.

"Huh? You call me uncle? Am I that old?" The man raised the little fox ferociously and asked in a deep voice.

Jiujiu was soft-tempered, and even a little afraid of fierceness. Seeing that man's viciousness, she immediately covered her eyes with her thick tail and screamed.

Feng Xijue had been holding the flowerpot and looking there for a long time, he sighed helplessly, then walked up and said: "Sorry, this is my little fox, it is a bit naughty, it offended you, I I apologize to you."

Probably because he knew that the gardener was from the temple, and the man respected him, he let out a muffled grunt, and then put down the little fox, which quickly ran away.

"Give this pot of flowers to you as an apology." Feng Xi decided to give the pot of roses in his hand to the man.

"Hmm, these are the flowers and plants in the temple." The man rubbed his chin, then smiled happily.

After dismissing that person, Feng Xijue returned to his garden with another pot of flowers on the ground.He didn't know why he had the courage to save a fox. He hadn't forgotten the pain the black fox Feiluo had brought him, but seeing the pitiful look of the little fox, Feng Xi couldn't bear it.

After all, there are so many liars in this world.

He also had nothing to lie to.

After planting the rose plant into the soil with his head buried, Feng Xijue stood up and raised his head, but just as he raised his head, he saw the furry little white fox sitting on the flower stand with its feet folded and looking at him.

"Thank you for saving me." The little fox opened his mouth, and then yawned big.

"You're welcome." Feng Xijue just smiled faintly, and went on to busy with his affairs.Listening to the voice, this little guy should still be a baby fox.

"What's your name? You saved me, and I want to repay you." Jiu Jiu continued.

"I don't have a name, and you don't have to repay me."

"It is impossible for a person to not have a name." Jiu Jiu said.

"Then call me Chou, everyone here calls me that." Feng Xijue thought for a while.

"This name doesn't sound good. Why are you wearing a mask?" Jiujiu asked in confusion.

"Because it's ugly and scares people."

"A Chou, you are so gentle." Jiu Jiu continued: "The uncle just now was not good-looking, but he is so fierce."

"What's your name?" Feng Xijue seemed to realize that he hadn't chatted peacefully with others for a long time, and he was still a baby fox.

"My name is Jiujiu, Hengjiu Jiujiu."

"Heng Hengjiu?" Feng Xijue froze for a moment when he pruned the flower branches, then lowered his eyes, and continued with the movement of his hands, "Your name sounds very nice."

"Father took it."

The little white fox thought for a moment and said.

It looked at the quiet person in front of it, and moved its ears slightly. This person looked so cold and quiet, and spoke very softly, what a strange person.

[The author has something to say: La la la, let me tell you in secret, the one who finally let Feng Xijue survive is Cecil! In fact, no matter how scumbag he is or how cruel he is, he will not be willing to let Feng Xijue die!

Hahaha In the next chapter, Feng Xi will definitely see Qiong Ze!

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