I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

He habitually ignored the two screams, straightened the two huge hamster wheels, and let the two people inside roll freely.

Today's block world is no longer just a block world, its pixels will increase as Jiang Keer's cultivation level increases.

And after Jiang Ke'er completely inherited the power of the ancient gods, it has become no different from the normal world.

Jiang Ke'er raised her head and looked at the sky. The Wheel of Samsara was floating quietly in the air.

Farther away, on the originally empty sky, spots of stars had appeared without anyone noticing.

Here, it seems that there is already something like what a universe should look like.

It's a pity that there are only two living creatures here that can generate electricity.

On all other stars and lands, there are only countless ghosts floating.

They wandered around aimlessly, not knowing where to go.

Those were the lives that had died in his own hands over the past six years... and now they had filled every inch of land in the space.

Perhaps they all once had their own stories, which might be about the daily necessities of life, or heroic and passionate, or moving and touching. But when they got here, it meant that everything had become a thing of the past.

It's just a memory.

A memory waiting to be erased.

Jiang Ke'er looked at them enviously.

But she quickly looked away and walked to a dark piece of land.

This is the fragments after the collapse of the Netherworld.

During these six years of exploration, she has recovered most of the fragments of the Netherworld, even the dried-up Forgotten River and the broken Naihe Bridge.

Jiang Ke'er walked to the original Naihe Bridge, raised her hand and gently rubbed it twice, and whispered to herself: "I'm sorry."

"Snapped--"

The weathered brown-gray bridge, which had existed for who knows how many years, collapsed and turned into dust, which was blown away by the wind.

Instead, there is a white jade arch bridge.

Jiang Ke'er placed the Bridge of Origin at the original location of the Naihe Bridge, replacing it.

On one side of the bridge stands a dark portal, leading to every corner of the void, while on the other side, it leads directly to this dark underworld.

Jiang Ke'er consciously stood in the center of the Bridge of Origin, lifted her skirt and sat on the ground.

"It's almost ready."

**********

The only candidate left for the Lord of Stars is Qiao Xiaoxian. Logically speaking, it is a foregone conclusion that she will inherit the position of Lord of Stars.

Now that all the competitors are dead, it is naturally her turn to inherit.

But the forces represented by those competitors are obviously not reconciled.

Just after leaving the space filled with poison and sadness, Qiao Xiaoxian saw the army all over the sky and the aura of powerful men coming towards him.

"Why are you the only one who came out? Where are the other three candidates?"

Qiao Xiaoxian raised her head and faced those cold questions with an impatient sneer.

She didn't want to waste time talking to anything except Jiang Ke'er.

"Do you really want to hear the truth?"

Qiao Xiaoxian's words stumped the powerful stars who had rushed over.

They are also very clear about their own candidate’s thoughts… They have long had the idea of ​​killing other candidates in internal struggles, but they just don’t have the opportunity.

After all, the stars hate internal strife. If the Star Lord gets hold of evidence, not to mention the candidates, even the forces they represent will be dealt with by the Star Lord without mercy.

This time they were most likely killed in an internal fight. It would have been fine if Qiao Xiaoxian hadn't exposed it, but if she had... they would probably be even more embarrassed.

"The process is recorded in the crystal," Qiao Xiaoxian twisted a crystal with her fingertips, "If you want to know the truth, I will give it to the Star Lord... If you don't want to, then don't waste my time."

After saying that, she flew towards the army without any fear.

No one dared to stop her, as she seemed to have a natural royal majesty.

Before the powerful men could come to their senses, they were already forced by the momentum and subconsciously made way for Qiao Xiaoxian to pass through freely.

Silence?

At this time, it seems that the best way to ensure the interests of one's own forces is to silence and kill Qiao Xiaoxian.

If all the candidates die, the Star Lord will look for new candidates, and he will still have a chance to take control of power.

Quit your mouth!

Go for it!

It's too dangerous to let her go, there's no other way!

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14. Qiao Xiaoxian's life story

The aura of each strong man shines like a star.

With every move he made, he had the power to destroy a world, which was comparable to himself.

Qiao Xiaoxian looked at them who had surrounded her again, sighed softly, and closed her eyes.

*********

five years ago.

The first year of Zhenguan.

Da da--

Walking in the empty Jingcheng market, Qiao Xiaoxian raised her hand and gently pinched off the fallen leaves stuck to her forehead.

The originally bustling monks' market was no longer filled with any enthusiastic shouts.

Most of the stalls were empty. In this Sutra City, which was the trading hub for northern monks, the only sounds could be heard: the rustling sound of brooms across the ground and the occasional sob.

On the street side, the medicine and magic tool shop has lost its former glory. Only a few clerks are sitting confusedly on the steps in front of the store.

Leaving a soft sigh in the wind, Qiao Xiaoxian stood up and left.

She walked into Lingyin Valley and came to the small bamboo house where Jiang Keer once lived.

The sound of cranes calling came from the sea of ​​clouds behind the house.

Qiao Xiaoxian pushed open the door. Even though the room had been empty for a long time, it was spotless.

The quilt was neatly folded, and in the corner of the desk were stacked several music scores and medical teaching materials from Lingyin Valley.

A small ball of felt woven from a strand of white tail hair is hung under the desk lamp, with eyes and a mouth decorated with red tail hair. It is swaying and looks a bit silly.

Qiao Xiaoxian held the felt ball in her hands and laughed, a little bitterly.

"You came."

A familiar voice came from outside the door, along with a faint smell of wine.

Si Lian was holding a green pipe and leaning against the door, looking at Qiao Xiaoxian with a look of vicissitudes of life.

"I never thought that even our daughter couldn't escape this disaster..." Si Lian smiled bitterly and shook her head, taking a puff of her cigarette. "Would you like to have a couple of drinks?"

Qiao Xiaoxian didn't say anything, but just nodded expressionlessly.

They came to the back mountain of Lingyin Valley and sat down in a quiet and secluded pavilion.

Si Lian naturally knew what was on Qiao Xiaoxian’s mind. Jiang Ke’er’s departure was a torture that she could not bear for even a moment.

Her heart was now filled with only surging longing and desire for reunion.

However, Si Lian did not mention Jiang Ke'er's matter. She just raised her hand, gently stroked Qiao Xiaoxian's face, and said sadly:

"You're becoming more and more like her."

"She?" Qiao Xiaoxian's heart tightened.

"Your stubbornness is like you were cut from the same mold," Si Lian said with a smile, "Once you choose a path, you will never look back."

"you are right……"

"Your father, or other mother?"

Qiao Xiaoxian's heart stopped beating.

She had never heard Si Lian bring up this matter on her own initiative. When she was young, every time she asked about it, she would get angry and avoid the question.

Then he abandoned his daughter and ran to Lingyaer Flower Valley alone to get drunk.

There is no doubt that Si Lian has never been a competent mother. In Qiao Xiaoxian's memory, she was sensitive and irritable, and no one knew when she would suddenly lose her temper.

There was always more than one endless wine gourd hanging around her waist, and she never let go of a cigarette, as if she would feel uncomfortable without holding something in her hand, which always made Qiao Xiaoxian cough.

What’s even more hateful is that she abandoned my young self, left Uttarakuru, and never expressed any concern for me again, as if she had forgotten that she even had a daughter.

At that time, Qiao Xiaoxian really wished that she could have a father, or someone else who could care about her, so that her life would not be just the monotonous practice.

However, the answer I get is always: "She died a long time ago."

"The first time I saw her was in the Lingyaer Flower Valley." When Si Lian said this, an unconscious smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Images from deep within my memory emerged, still crystal clear even after thousands of years.

"Yunyaer Flower Valley is my cultivation cave. It is quiet and isolated from the world. No one will disturb me," Si Lian recalled, "until one day, that guy suddenly barged in rudely."

"She looked at the sea of ​​flowers as if she had discovered a treasure, her fair little face filled with pure and innocent happiness."

"Then she saw me, and before I could say anything, she plucked a cloud bud flower."

Si Lian said as he picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"At that time, I was proud and arrogant. I relied on my talent to look down on everyone," Si Lian took another puff of her cigarette. As she spoke, white mist lingered around her, as if she was in a dream. "I was angry at her for picking flowers, so I decided to teach her a lesson."

"We fought, we dodged the sea of ​​flowers, our qi collided between the fluttering sleeves, and then... I lost."

Si Lian was obviously completely lost in her memories. Her face even blushed slightly as she spoke: "She is very strong. She captured me in just three moves. If it wasn't for protecting the sea of ​​flowers, she would probably only need one move..."

"Then what?" Qiao Xiaoxian's curiosity had been completely aroused, so she asked proactively.

"Then she put the flower she picked on my head," Si Lian's face turned redder and she said, 'When I saw you, I felt that this flower would look beautiful on your head, so I picked the flower.'"

Si Lian recalled her feelings at that time. She didn't know why, but the resentment and anger in her heart disappeared in an instant, and what was left was only shyness.

She was naive at the time and didn't understand anything about love words or routines. She just felt her heart beating fast when someone praised her for her good looks.

Qiao Xiaoxian looked at her mother's unprecedented girlish appearance, and couldn't help but cover her mouth with her sleeves. The pain in her heart was diluted a little, and she chuckled: "...and then?"

"Then," Si Lian suddenly gritted her teeth, her voice like a tigress suppressing her murderous intent, "Then, she continued, 'I'm sorry for picking your flowers. As compensation, I'll marry you.' ... I promised her a fool! I've never seen a bastard more rascally than her in my life!"

"puff--"

"Anyone who is really fooled by her appearance will be cheated and lose everything!" Si Lian angrily raised the wine jug and drank a large pot of wine.

"What happens next?" Qiao Xiaoxian was even more curious about what happened next.

“After that,” Si Lian covered her face, “after that, there was one more resident in the Flower Valley.”

I wonder how much frustration and helplessness are hidden in this short sentence.

Si Lian seemed to be drunk, but even the wine didn't make him drunk, he was drunk on his own.

She lay on the table, her misty eyes flashing with memories.

"She..." Qiao Xiaoxian hesitated for a moment, but decided to ask, "What's her name?"

This seemed to touch some string of Si Lian's memory.

She sat up and stared at the pipe in her hand.

"I asked her during her third year in the valley."

"And it seemed like she had been waiting for that day for a long time."

Si Lian still remembered the shadow gently holding up the petals of the Yunyaer flower, his naturally soft eyes staring at the petals infatuatedly, his voice ethereal.