The four men I've been slag have all come to the door

Jiang Zinian counted silently in his heart, it took a long time, maybe five or six days.

The sky appeared again.

This time, Jiang Zinian was a little more wary of him than before.

Although Qiongtian is proud, it doesn't mean that he won't take revenge on Jiang Zinian because of the hatred in his heart.

After all, Jiang Zinian is too weak now.

If Qiongtian really wanted to take revenge on him, there were literally thousands of ways.

Turning him into a tree and then torturing him, Jiang Zinian has seen such a claustrophobic method before.

So, this time, when he saw the sky again, Jiang Zinian was very quiet and did not make any provocative actions.

He saw Qiongtian approaching, and Qiongtian looked at him for a while beside him, and then he took out a small jar from his sleeve.

He didn't know what was in the small jar, and Qiongtian slowly poured the golden liquid into the soil under his feet.

The golden liquid gradually sank into the soles of his feet.

Almost at that moment, Jiang Zinian felt a burning pain.

The pain went straight to his soul, as if it wanted to burn his soul completely.

Seeing the little sapling in front of him, Qiong Tian began to tremble gradually again, a faint pity flashed in his eyes, and his hand paused slightly.

But the look of concern was quickly lost in his eyes, and Qiongtian continued to water the young tree with the liquid in the small jar.

The golden liquid poured more and more into the soil under his feet.

Jiang Zinian screamed in pain.

Gradually, his sanity became a little unconscious.

At the last moment, he could only see the cold and indifferent eyes of the sky.

Jiang Zinian originally thought that Qiongtian still had a little affection for him back then, so he wouldn't really kill them all, but he didn't expect that he would really torture him like this.

Jiang Zinian made a vague decision in his heart, he wanted to escape.

In the next few days, Qiongtian would come over for a period of time every day.

Each time he brought a small jar of the liquid and poured it into the soil under his feet.

Although Jiang Zinian was familiar with almost all kinds of herbs, he had never seen the small tree he was in now.

The trunk of this small tree has a golden luster, and the leaf margins are jagged. There are only three leaves on a tree, which are bare.

Every day, Jiang Zinian had to accept such inhuman torture.

In a trance, Jiang Zinian didn't know how long it had passed.

One day, he was suddenly able to speak.

Qiongtian brought another can of this golden liquid that time.

He opened the little black jar, and a golden dragon hovered over the jar.

Qiongtian opened the small jar, and just as he was about to pour the golden liquid into the soil under his feet, Jiang Zinian suddenly spoke.

"The sky."

Hearing the words, Qiongtian couldn't help lowering his eyes to look at him.

This time, under the twilight of the night pearl, in this dark room, his golden eyes seemed to have dimmed a little for some reason.

It was supposed to be a sparkling red gold, but now it is a little lighter, becoming a light gold.

Jiang Zinian vaguely felt that he was a little strange, but didn't ask any further questions.

Qiongtian was still cold and aloof, and the faint coercion on his body still made him almost breathless.

At that time, Jiang Zinian was almost in a daze from the pain.

So, he asked him, with a questioning tone in his tone, and he said, "Do you want me to die?"

There seemed to be a slight pause in Qiongtian's eyes.

But his eyes are still so deep and elusive.

Jiang Zinian looked at him, and he sneered, "If you want me to die, why bother to torture me like this, wouldn't it be nice to just kill me?"

For some reason, Jiang Zinian actually saw a little anger spreading in Qiongtian's eyes, the anger was very inexplicable.

Qiongtian also sneered.

His expression at the moment is sullen and terrifying, and his eyes are deep, which makes people a little puzzled.

Qiong Tian caressed the young sapling in front of him.

Qiongtian's fingertips were cool.

Even now that Jiang Zinian has turned into a small sapling, he can still feel the bone-chilling temperature of Qiongtian's fingertips.

It was as if the icy coldness of the demon world had been condensed for thousands of years.

Qiong Tian said: "I will kill you directly..."

"How can killing you directly solve the hatred in my heart?"

The look on Qiong Tian's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

Jiang Zinian was silent and did not speak.

"The more you suffer every day, the more I can calm down the resentment in my heart."

Looking at Jiang Zinian who was silent in front of him, Qiongtian also didn't speak.

Both were silent.

Qiongtian poured the jar of golden liquid into the soil under Jiang Zinian's feet again.

Jiang Zinian gritted his teeth to prevent himself from moaning or screaming.

Qiongtian looked at the slightly trembling little tree in front of him, and gently stroked the newly grown branches and leaves on the little tree with his fingertips, but within a few days, the trunk of the little tree seemed to have grown thicker.

Jiang Zi's thoughts were so painful that he almost lost his mind.

In a trance, he seemed to hear Qiongtian say to him: "This is your retribution, Dongyang."

his retribution...

Jiang Zinian thought of what happened to him these days.

He once hurt them because of the mission.

Now, these things they do to themselves, isn't it a kind of retribution?

Thinking about it this way, everything in the world really is a cycle of cause and effect, and retribution is unpleasant.

Jiang Zinian's heart was completely chilled by Qiongtian's attitude.

When Jiang Zinian was still Lord Dongyang, he once blocked the thunder and catastrophe for the sky alone.

That's not in the plot.

During the hundreds of years the two had been together, Jiang Zinian was not heartless, and Qiongtian treated him kindly. What he did at that time was almost subconscious.

Unknowingly, he actually regarded this person as his best friend.

Dongyang Jun's character setting is similar to his own personality, and he played this role without too much disguise.

When he gets along with Qiongtian, it is easier to reveal his true feelings.

If he hadn't been forced to do this in the final plot, Jiang Zinian would never have been willing to betray Qiong Tian anyway.

The feeling of being betrayed by the person closest to him, Jiang Zinian knew what kind of painful blow it would give him.

The pride of the sky can make him, but it can also destroy him.

This time, seeing the sky and not feeling depressed because of it, Jiang Zi Nian felt at ease.

He knew Sky would hate him.

However, he just thought that no matter what, Qiongtian should have a little affection for him.

At any rate, in those long hundreds of years, the two of them fought side by side. He stood behind him and blocked countless swords and arrows for him.

The Heavenly Demon Clan's cultivation has reached a certain level, and if they want to take another step forward, they need to pass the Heavenly Tribulation. The Heavenly Demon's Heavenly Tribulation is extremely dangerous, especially the Heavenly Demon.

It is no exaggeration to say that he was close to death.

After Jiang Zinian blocked the catastrophe, he lay on the bed for a long time before recovering.

Jiang Zinian slightly closed his eyes.

...After all, I am sorry for him.

These days, Jiang Zinian has gradually found a way to get away from this little tree.

Soon, maybe he'll find a way to escape.

During this day and night, the young sapling emitted a very faint blue light.

Not long after, I saw a pale white figure slowly pulling away from the small tree.

This process was not easy, and it took about a quarter of an hour before Jiang Zinian managed to get out of it.

The moment he pulled out, he finally saw what the tree he was living in looked like.

But in a few days, the tree has actually grown a circle bigger than it started.

Two more leaves emerged from the top branch, one of which was still curled up, stretched out slightly, the green color was like emerald, so green it made people feel bright.

The golden trunk also seemed to grow thicker.

It used to be only half an arm high, but now Moyo is also an arm high.

Jiang Zinian glanced at the tree, then retracted his eyes and left on his own.

Jiang Zinian wandered in the magic palace for a long time.

He didn't know where he had drifted to.

When Jiang Zinian was trapped in this tree, he studied the method of soul cultivation day by day, thinking about all the things about soul cultivation he knew in the past few worlds, racking his brains and finally finding a way to escape from this small tree .

The security in the magic palace is still very strict.

Even if Jiang Zinian hides his figure now, he is always cautious.

Following the layout of the Chonghua Palace in his memory, Jiang Zinian wandered in the Demon Palace for a long time.

All of a sudden, there was a sound of fighting behind him, Moyue was a guard patrolling this way.

Jiang Zinian looked at the pavilion in front of him, he immediately jumped and floated into the pavilion.

I saw three words "Xuanguan Pavilion" written on the plaque.

The sound of fighting outside gradually faded away.

Jiang Zinian clung to the door, and when he saw the group of patrolling guards leaving, he came out from behind the door.

Jiang Zinian looked around.

This is probably where treasures are placed.

Jiang Zinian took a tour here, and there were some rare treasures.

Some things he has only seen in ancient books.

In the past ten years, Qiongtian has opened up the realm of the demons and received pilgrimage from all directions, and the rare treasures he got have filled the entire pavilion.

Xuanguang Pavilion has five floors.

On the top floor, Jiang Zinian saw a treasure box placed in the most conspicuous place.

The treasure box is not covered with dust like other treasures, it looks like the treasure box is opened by people from time to time.

It is clean and tidy, without a trace of dust.

Jiang Zinian floated to the top, a little curious, he reached out and opened the box.

Jiang Zinian thought he would see some dazzling treasure, but he only saw a few glass beads in the treasure box.

Very ordinary glass beads, the kind that human children play at the gate of the courtyard.

Jiang Zinian was taken aback.

Looking at those few glass beads, he remembered that this was Jiang Zinian's birthday present to Qiongtian when he was very young.

At that time, Qiongtian was just a child with a baby voice.

He has always been withdrawn and out of gregarious, and the little monsters around him are afraid of him.

Jiang Zinian wanted to get close to him.

Although Qiong Tian looked aloof and withdrawn at that time, it was actually not that difficult to get close to.

Jiang Zinian taught him how to play marbles, but Qiongtian disdained it, saying it was a very stupid move.

But the child was very awkward and said no.

In the end, he and Jiang Zinian lay down on the ground and played marbles all afternoon.

Until the sunset, Qiong Tian held his own marble, slightly hooked his thin lips, and showed an elegant and reserved victorious smile.

"Loser, you lose."

The smile on his face was always reserved, but the corners of his lips were slightly mocking and arrogant.

Looking at his appearance, those who didn't know thought that he had won some grand demon martial arts competition, but in fact, he just won a small pinball game.

Qiongtian has never lost to anyone in his life.

Only on this small marble, he lost to Jiang Zinian several times in the beginning.

Jiang Zinian said that spells are not allowed in this game, and that's why Qiongtian told him to win a few times at the beginning.

Maybe it was the taste of failure to him, although it made him angry, it made him even more novel.

In this way, this small glass bead connected the two people together.

A game of marbles cannot be played alone.

It must be played by two people.

On Xiao Qiongtian's birthday that year, other people gave him all kinds of rare jewels, but Jiang Zinian only gave him a few marbles.

He hooked his hand lightly.

There was only one sentence left in the box.

"Play with."

After hundreds of years, these few marbles are still very well preserved by Qiongtian.

Each marble is still clear and smooth, without any wear and tear.

But they were supposed to be beads that kids put on the ground to bounce around.

These marbles eventually became treasures placed in brocade boxes for people to watch and play with.

Perhaps, Qiongtian will never find the person who played marbles with him back then.